Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

The cable car finally arrived at the lower level.

The car door slid open, and a strong smell of coal ash wafted out.

The group walked out of the cable car station and stood in the middle of a three-way intersection.

The three roads lead in three different directions, and each road looks almost the same.

The gray rock walls, the rusty iron frame, and the occasional flash of an emergency light.

"Which way?" Xing asked, tilting her head to look at Bronya, carrying her baseball bat.

Bronya stood still, maintaining the composure befitting a commander of the Iron Guard.

She didn't answer, and several seconds passed, but she still didn't answer.

Her gaze swept back and forth between the three roads several times, and finally she managed to squeeze out three words:

"...Wait a minute."

Qi Ye, wearing the face of March 7th, stared at her in disbelief:

"Commander Bronya, you spoke with such conviction on the cable car just now."

What do you mean by "it's easier to talk to someone if they don't have troops"? What do you mean by "I can manage on my own"? Turns out you don't even know the way!

Bronya's ear tips flushed slightly, but her expression remained calm.

"I have never been to the lower level."

Previously, all matters concerning the lower districts were handled by a dedicated liaison officer; I had only seen the map.

"And I thought there would be people from the underground fire station guarding the exit, so I didn't bring a map."

"So you're planning to rely on the people of Earthfire to guide you to their leader?"

Xing blinked.

"...Logically, there is no problem."

"That's logically flawed! You're lost, what logic are you talking about!"

Qi Ye almost jumped up.

Bronya coughed lightly, turned to the iron wall beside her, and pretended to study the direction of the pipes above.

Danheng stood at the back of the line, arms crossed.

His expression remained calm and indifferent.

But the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed him.

This scene is indeed a bit funny.

The group followed Bronya and turned left at the fork in the road, walking along a mine tunnel that looked somewhat like the main road.

After walking for about ten minutes, the rock walls on both sides of the mine tunnel became narrower and narrower.

The pipes overhead became increasingly dense, and rusted holes began to appear in the metal floor beneath our feet.

After walking for a few more minutes, they found themselves standing at a familiar three-way intersection.

The same intersection.

"Isn't this the place we just came from?"

Xing asked, puzzled.

Bronya's ear tips had turned from slightly red to a distinct crimson.

Just as Qi Ye was about to deliver the final blow, he suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped in his tracks.

Next to this intersection is an inconspicuous alleyway with several rusted iron barrels piled up inside.

At the end was an unremarkable iron wall with a very thin crack running through it.

It looked like something had rammed into it from the inside. He stared at the crack for several seconds.

Then, without thinking, I took a few steps further inside.

This place felt somewhat familiar to him, as if he had been here before.

But he has died too many times and been resurrected too many times, and some fragments of his memory have been blurred by repeated rubbing.

He couldn't remember when he had been here, nor could he remember what had happened.

This vague sense of familiarity flashed through his mind.

Before they could grab it, a voice pulled them back.

"Look, isn't that the unlucky guy who got hit by Uncle Yang?"

Xing was the first to recognize the man who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

Everyone's eyes turned in that direction at the same time.

A bluish-gray head peeked out from behind a pile of scrap metal.

The tattered coat he was wearing was the same one he had worn when he was taken away from the snowfield.

The bruises on his face hadn't completely faded, but he seemed much better than when the guards carried him away.

Sambo paused for a second, then abruptly shrank back:

"Damn it! It's you guys again?!"

"What a coincidence."

With her face adorned with the image of March 7th, Qi Ye flashed a bright smile.

"We were just worried about having no one to ask for directions."

Sambo's eyes darted around, as if he was assessing whether running or talking was a better option.

Then he saw Bronya in the crowd, the Iron Guard commander.

His face instantly fell:

"...Are you guys here in a group to arrest me?"

Let me tell you, although I, Sambo, have made a small mistake, it doesn't warrant this!

To escape from prison, I dug a tunnel 23 meters long, and my fingers were worn raw.

"Can't you just let me off the hook because I've worked hard?"

"We won't arrest you." Qi Ye waved his hand.

"We're lost, and we'd like you to show us the way."

Sambo squinted: "Lead the way? Where are you going?"

"Find Xi'er."

Sambo's expression changed.

His usually playful face suddenly turned serious for a moment.

Then he resumed his carefree demeanor, only now with a hint of wariness:

"What do you want with her?"

Let's talk.

"talk?"

Sambo looked them up and down.

"With your team's lineup, it doesn't look like you're going to negotiate."

"They really went to talk."

Qi Ye raised her finger.

"You led us to Seele, we owe you a favor."

Sambo fell silent, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

He stared at Qiye for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was somewhat subtle, like a fox that had spotted something interesting:

"Okay, I'll take you there."

But first you have to tell me, where is that middle-aged man with glasses?

"He crashed into the ceiling and flew away."

"..."

Sambo paused for a few seconds, then blinked:

"...Are you people from the Starry Sky Train all a bit mentally unstable?"

"Most of them are normal, except for Uncle Yang, who is not quite normal."

As soon as Qi Ye uttered those words, two people in the group reacted simultaneously.

On March 7th, with Qi Ye's body on his body, the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, and he was about to retort subconsciously.

You're saying these things with my face on your face; the one who's most abnormal on the Starry Sky Train is clearly you.

But she held back, because Bronya was there, and she didn't want to give herself away in front of her.

Dan Heng stood at the back of the group, his expression unchanged and indifferent.

Upon hearing this, his gaze slowly shifted from "March 7th"'s face to "Nightfall's" face.

Then he squinted, as if solving a puzzle where he had finally found a key clue.

What would be the normal reaction on March 7th if someone said that Uncle Yang was not quite normal?

He would definitely lose his temper on the spot and jump out to refute it.

But now, March 7th has taken the lead in persecuting Uncle Yang.

This doesn't feel like March 7th; it feels more like a night of rest!

However, Qi Ye now looked somewhat angry, and even clenched his fists as if he wanted to hit someone.

Abnormal, very abnormal.

Danheng's gaze then shifted to "March 7th".

This pink-haired girl has been speaking in a tone that is completely out of her control all day.

Her smile was excessively bright, her movements were much more exaggerated, and when she said "Uncle Yang is a bit abnormal" just now...

That's a flavor that only Suya herself could describe.

Soul swap.

Danheng made up his mind.

Although he didn't know the specific reason, this level of personality misalignment was evident.

It can't be explained by simply saying "I'm in a bad mood" or "I'm trying out a new persona".

Moreover, there are indeed some strange light cones on the Star Train that can do this.

It's probably another new trick from that guy, Qiye.

He took a deep breath and decided not to reveal the truth for the time being.

After all, knowing these people as he did, pointing it out would only make the situation more chaotic.

And March 7th, the real March 7th.

She's currently using Qi Ye's body, and she's clearly trying her best to play the role.

He looked away, pretending he hadn't noticed anything.