Excessive ferocity due to caution

The voice that lingered in Zhao Yi's ears had a magical power.

It seems to be able to control the player's behavior to some extent.

Zhao Yi's fingers involuntarily touched the zipper of the suitcase.

The eerie voice kept repeating in his ears, urging Zhao Yi to quickly open the black box, but Zhao Yi's hand remained frozen on the zipper.

Gradually, the voice became increasingly impatient, but Zhao Yi was like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

Finally, Zhao Yi even stood up, completely ignoring the sound, and walked towards carriage number five.

Behind him, a small, eerie, twisted black shadow looked at Zhao Yi's back with extreme resentment in its eyes!

Its shadow slowly disappeared, but not long after, Zhao Yi actually backed up into the carriage!

His hand, as if possessed, once again touched the black suitcase.

And so, the eerie black figure appeared once again as promised, a delighted smile spreading across its pale, cold face. Standing behind Zhao Yi, it tilted its head and shouted:

"Yes, that's it! Open it!!!"

"beat……"

It stopped abruptly halfway through its sentence.

Things didn't seem to go as it expected...

All I saw was Zhao Yi gently stroking the black box with his left hand, while suddenly pulling out a gleaming surgical scalpel with his right!

He flashed a bright smile, and then suddenly plunged the knife into the suitcase!

Pfft!

The first cut went in and I could clearly feel it sinking into the mud. Then, putrid blood flowed out along the crevice!

The black suitcase banged loudly and struggled violently!

Zhao Yi gripped the scalpel tightly and began to make precise yet frantic incisions along the tiny slit!

With a power level of 21, his hand speed is now faster than many otaku novelists who use Phase Rush, and every time he uses his scalpel, he accurately hits the same spot!

If it were any other player, this attack method would be almost completely ineffective against ghosts or monsters with high vitality.

But Zhao Yi is different.

His soul weapon has been slightly damaged by confusion!

Although the exact value of the damage is unknown, the fact that a significant amount of blood is splattered with each attack suggests that this slight confusion damage is sufficient!

Since this ghost can't come out on its own... then Zhao Yi won't hold back!

After striking the sword over a thousand times, Zhao Yi finally heard the system notification sound!

[Congratulations on defeating the vengeful spirit! Your soul weapon has been enhanced.]

[Attempting to rebuild the evil god meme... 0.02%... Reconstruction failed, insufficient energy required, please try again...]

[Due to this remodeling, you have gained Power 4 and a small amount of chaotic power from your Soul Weapon.]

"Finally dead?"

Inside the black suitcase, a large amount of putrid blood seeped out along the seams, staining Zhao Yi's body and face!

The chilling voice in my ear had disappeared without me noticing.

The ghostly figure that was very close to him retreated cautiously, as if afraid of waking the silent Zhao Yi... However, it still accidentally made a sound.

The ghostly figure suddenly felt a tightness in its anus!

It held its breath, not daring to exhale even a single breath.

But Zhao Yi, who was holding a scalpel, slowly turned around.

His face, stained black with blood, wore a strange smile, and his eyes glowed red.

This appearance is like a vengeful ghost that crawled out of hell!

The black shadow floating in the air was startled by Zhao Yi's facial expression and fell to the ground, scrambling backward!

"You...you...don't come any closer!"

The ghost retreated frantically, its heart pounding in its throat as Zhao approached step by step!

Blanch it!

Who is this person who came in this time?

Why the hell is he so fierce!

He wouldn't want to kill me, would he?

Finally, Zhao Yi cornered it in the sixth carriage, its back pressed tightly against the wall, trembling!

As he got closer, Zhao Yi finally got a clear look at the ghost.

She is a little girl.

It looks very cute, but it's not exactly adorable.

"Waaaaah..."

She curled up in a corner, sobbing softly.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I was forced into it..."

Zhao Yi stepped forward, put away the scalpel, patted its head, and comforted it:

"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person."

The little ghost girl looked up with teary eyes, her pale, rotting face appearing so aggrieved at that moment.

"Really, Uncle?"

A vein flashed on Zhao Yi's forehead as he suddenly grabbed the female ghost by the neck.

"You're so damn... call me 'brother'!"

Upon seeing this, the little ghost girl quickly changed her words.

"Giggie!"

Zhao Yi's face immediately softened with affection. He released her hand and gently patted her head.

"That's right. Tell me, what happened to this train before?"

The little ghost bit her lip, her face deathly pale.

"I...I can't say!"

"It...it's watching me. If I say anything, it will sense it immediately!"

Zhao Yi squinted.

"Who is it?"

The little ghost girl shook her head, trembling violently!

"The 'On Teachers' essay on page 38 of the textbook teaches us that secrets should not be told to others casually."

"I'm a good child, I can't say bad things!"

Zhao Yi glanced at the doodle textbook next to the suitcase and patted the little ghost girl's head.

"I understand. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask."

He turned around, went to the black suitcase, threw his textbooks into his storage space, put the rest of his things into his tattered backpack, and put the scattered pens into his pencil case.

Then Zhao Yi stood up, returned the schoolbag to the little ghost girl, and laughed:

"Don't leave your things lying around, or you'll cry when you can't find them later."

The little ghost girl was stunned for a moment, then somewhat at a loss, she took the worn-out schoolbag Zhao Yi handed her and hugged it to her chest.

She had her head down, her hair obscuring her face, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

Zhao Yi turned to leave for carriage number five, but the little ghost girl, watching his retreating figure, suddenly called out:

"Thank you, brother!"

Zhao turned around and smiled slightly.

"You're welcome."

The little ghost girl looked conflicted, but in the end she gritted her teeth and said:

"Brother, let's go to carriage number one!"

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, then waved to the little ghost girl.

"Okay!"

Watching Zhao Yi leave carriage number six and enter the black mist of carriage number five, the little ghost girl's gaze returned to the black suitcase. She tightly hugged her tattered schoolbag and tears of blood streamed down her face...

……

There is a short aisle between carriage number six and carriage number five.

Old-fashioned green trains are all like this.

After leaving carriage number six, Zhao Yi took out the little girl's textbook and turned to page 38.

Sure enough, there was an essay titled "On Teachers".

The paper was covered with dense notes written in four different colored pens.

At first glance, it seemed like there was nothing there, but after Zhao scanned it several times, he discovered the secret.

Using pens of the same color, the words circled can be pieced together to form a sentence.

...

The control room has the latest morning reports and maps.

Diesel fuel is needed to start the train.

Do not go to the driver's seat.

It will keep watching you!