Chapter 92 - Subway Station 13 (XI)

The sudden and hasty withdrawal of the older brother relieved the tension by his own actions. The atmosphere, which had been a little tense with danger lurking everywhere, took on a slightly comical flavour.

 

Although this is not very kind, Xiao Lan gives him a silent nod of approval.

 

Then the two men left the control room and headed out.

 

A number of areas of the station that had been damaged by both the explosion and the fire had become so fragile that, like a frozen lake, you could hardly tell directly from the exterior where it was safe.

 

As the two progressed, there were always pieces of debris falling from the ceiling along the way, accompanied by dust and rubble that could have hit them if they were not careful.

 

Smoke is also slowly appearing in the air, with a tendency to get thicker.

 

Not only was it hard to breathe, but Xiao Lan's eyes began to feel uncomfortable.

 

They walked towards the location of the train with the memory of their previous scouting, and wondered what time it was, and how long it was before the train stopped, so hopefully it would come a little earlier.

 

"Warning! ...... Passengers please ...... ziz ...... do not board ......"

 

"Warning! Zizzi ...... Please ...... passengers ............ do not... ...get on board ......"

 

"Warning ......"

 

Once again, the station announcement blared, taking on a slightly stern tone.

 

However, with the station having burned to the ground, the radio was still dutifully urging players not to get on the train, it was like the annual moving descent into the world of good spooks.

 

Their motto is: the station can burn, the player must die.

 

When they heard the announcement, Xiao Lan and Luo didn't just stop walking, they walked even faster.

 

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If you say you won't leave, won't we be humiliated?

 

--

 

After dodging the collapsed pillar, Xiao Lan and Luo made their way to the bulletin board where they had been before.

 

Instead, shadowy figures appeared in front of them.

 

They are of varying heights, with limbs of varying degrees of mutilation, and are standing silently in front of them, seemingly waiting for players to pass by.

 

At the sight of the two Xiao Lan figures, the figures that had been frozen in place looked up, revealing their distinctive faces.

 

Xiao Lan saw the woman at the ticket booth, the lower half of her body still mutilated, she was prostrate on the ground and the trailing entrails could vaguely be seen through the break at her waist.

 

The cleaning lady I had seen earlier was among them.

 

Now she looks quite a bit more hideous than she did before, with large burns on her face and two empty eye sockets, one of which is missing while the other is narrowly adorned with the need to fall out.

 

"See you again ...... ...... heh heh heh ......," the cleaning aunt's throat seemed to have been damaged by smoke, and each syllable carried a bit of difficulty and hoarseness.

 

"Did you look like that before or after you had put on your make-up?" Xiao Lan was a bit shocked, he originally thought that the dead face he had seen before was already the dead state of this aunt, but he did not expect to see her like this after removing her make-up.

 

Xiao Lan has suddenly developed a strong curiosity about the make-up techniques of ghosts and monsters.

 

Perhaps Xiao Lan's expression and words were too blunt, and the muscles in the housekeeping aunt's face, which had looked rigid, suddenly grimaced as she yelled at Xiao Lan, "You ...... go ...... die --"

 

It seems that no matter how old a woman is, no matter what her tastes are, no matter whether she is dead or not, she is always angry at the mockery of others about her vegetarian face.

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

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He didn't say anything.

 

Luo duly explained, "Sir, commenting on a lady's skintone is a very rude act and can be compared to committing suicide in a way."

 

Luo is well versed in this, having been exposed to a variety of cultures in the real world.

 

Xiao Lan looked at Luo with an innocent face: "Can't I tell the truth too?"

 

The cleaning lady's anger level went up another notch as she raised her hand and threw the bag that had previously appeared with a large number of eyes at Xiao Lan.

 

Xiao Lan: "Ok, I know it won't work ......"

 

Mid-air the zip of the bag is slowly opening, and this time it is not an eye that appears, but a finger.

 

It feels like the bag contains more than one thing inside? For the size of the bag, it is obviously impossible for it to hold so many things, could it be that ...... which eyes and hands are actually generated by itself.

 

Thinking of the eyes that were growing in number and chasing them to death, Xiao Lan didn't want to be caught up with such a difficult thing again at this time.

 

He made a split-second decision and leapt straight up while the bag was still in mid-air and swung his dagger in a sharp arc viciously at the bag.

 

As the dagger stabbed into the bag, the bag actually struggled as if it were alive.

 

Unfortunately the creature in front of it was not only fast, but also extremely powerful, and these added to the incredibly sharp dagger formed a force that it could not resist like the sharp claws of a predator.

 

In the next instant, the bag with the shiny international brand logo was sliced in two, and the hand in it that could not be drilled out of it turned straight into flying dust before it could take shape.

 

"Destroying props increases poverty value by 1.6 million"

 

Xiao Lan never expected a windfall: "1.6 million? Damn ...... what kind of bag is this, it's so expensive!"

 

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Luo replied tersely, "It's a limited edition made about a hundred years ago and in very good condition, a similar bag went for about the same price at auction earlier."

 

At the sound of the words opposite is the cleaning aunt is also the movement of a stagnant, probably she also did not expect their own randomly picked up bag actually so valuable.

 

However, thanks to Xiao Lan, there is now nothing left.

 

Even if she had died, she felt the heartache of the sudden burst of wealth that disappeared.

 

Her empty eye frame turned to Xiao Lan, which read "Give me my money back! .

 

With the anger of the cleaning lady, the ghosts around her come after the two Xiao Lan's direction.

 

Xiao Lan and Luo ran away from the situation.

 

The most important goal now was to get on the train, and if they got caught up with them they would certainly waste a lot of time, and then if they missed a train, there was no telling if this station could hold up until the next one arrived.

 

Even if we were to fight, it would not be now.

 

The two men ran ahead, occasionally having to jump over holes that appeared in the floor beneath their feet.

 

The ghosts behind them kept calling out to them as they gave chase, "Come here ...... this way ......"

 

It's almost like a brainwashed pyramid scheme.

 

--

 

The two men with a trail of tails behind them finally arrived at the location of the train.

 

Unfortunately, however, the train was not at the station at the moment and there was no sign of it arriving any time soon.

 

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Not far away also came the sound of rushing running from a distance.

 

Xiao Lan looked up and in the midst of the chaos locked directly onto a fluorescent green head, the owner of which was jumping up and down, looking full of energy.

 

She also seemed to be chased by a number of ghosts and spirits behind her.

 

Xiao Lan shouted, " FuGui ---"

 

"Eh! Brother Xiao--" came Di Yifugui's voice, "Do you have any tickets yet? I've got quite a few here!"

 

She lifted a fancy backpack in her hand, making a "clattering" sound as she threw it up.

 

Xiao Lan asks as he runs, "Where did you get this?"

 

Di Yifugui picks at her slightly crooked smart hair: "I don't know, I picked it up on the side of the road and there was a note saying it was good for getting out of the station or something."

 

This unreliable look has Xiao Lan a little worried: "What colour is it? Look, white won't work, black will work."

 

"Huh? Is that so?" Di Yifugui opened her backpack as she ran, then pulled out handful after handful of white tickets from it.

 

"Oops, this one's white ......"

 

"This one is also ......"

 

The tickets were thrown on the floor by her and tinkled and scattered all over the place.

 

Xiao Lan looked at it from afar, "FuGui, you're like a walking human flag, you know that?

 

"Ah! Found it!" By the time Di Yifugui had emptied her entire backpack, she finally found a black ticket at the very bottom and looked at the white tickets she had thrown all the way around, "So these are all traps ......"

 

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She waved the ticket in her hand, gave Xiao Lan a goofy grin, and reached up to give a thumbs up, " Brother Xiao you are amazing!"

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Did this guy get through it completely by luck before?!

 

FuGui Has the young girl survived this long because the Advent world let her off the hook and gave her easy mode ......

 

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As Di Yifugui approached, the ghosts behind her and the ghosts that had been chasing Xiao Lan converged, threatening to devour the trio.

 

However, with the railway tracks not far behind the trio and the train not yet arriving at the moment, there was no way back for them.

 

" Brother Xiao, look at me!" Di Yifugui volunteered that he could play.

 

Then she raised her right hand and cupped it into a fist, which glowed with a fluorescent green light, and Di Yifugui swung her fist at the ghosts in front of her and shouted, "Eat my fist of a single dog-"

 

A radiant green light flew from her hand and attacked the ghosts violently.

 

The few ghosts that faced her fist directly were instantly knocked out of the way, and the entire encirclement broke apart as the green light made its way unstoppably forward, ending up leaving a trail of dog footprints on the ground.

 

[Fist of the Single Dog], the effect of this skill is as sharp as its name, and its power is rather extraordinary.

 

Xiao Lan seemed to understand something: "That ...... FuGui ah, do you have to shout this line for your skill to be activated?"

 

Di Yifugui withdrew his fist and nodded, "Yeah, and this skill can only be activated by bachelors, so it can't be used if you're out of the group, but it has a damage bonus for couples."

 

Your skills, young lady, are both shameful and exacting.

 

It feels like FuGui will never be able to break away from the group, but the smart girls themselves don't seem to mind.

 

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Di Yifugui retracted immediately after the punch: " Brother Xiao, my skills are on cooldown."

 

Xiao Lan lifts [it's a dagger tainted with poison] and casually asks, "What's the time?"

 

Di Yifugui: "4 minutes 44 seconds."

 

...... What a skill full of single dog resentment.

 

One by one, players were coming this way from other directions, and it seemed that they had all found a way to get through.

 

But as they arrived, the number of ghosts and ghouls on the platform grew.

 

It was clear at this point that Luo and Di Yifugui, who had the ticket, were under significantly more attack, and several others were in a similar situation to them, but a few players had only a smattering of ghosts around them and looked like they hadn't found the ticket.

 

The ghosts gathered again and they charged at the trio from different directions.

 

Di Yifugui dodged while pulling out a flyswatter-like prop from his prop pack and launched a counterattack against the ghosts.

 

Luo, on the other hand, kept swinging his black blades to cut off the ghosts that tried to approach, and he also took the opportunity to surreptitiously absorb some of their fallen limbs with an aura of a goose that made them increasingly hesitant to attack him.

 

Xiao Lan, who was carrying the pin because of his mission, looked like a big, sweet and tasty cake to the ghosts, and they were especially flocking to him.

 

Partly solid-looking and partly translucent, these ghosts and goblins would obviously do little damage to them with physical attacks.

 

Xiao Lan naturally did not sit still and activated [Introduction to Basic Principles of Marxist Philosophy].

 

[Name: Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxist Philosophy (Advanced Prop)

 

【Ability: When used on a ghost class, it can materialize it, and when used on yourself, it can damage the ghost class through physical attacks for 10 minutes (number of uses available (4/5)]

 

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[Illustration: The world is material, and the true unity of the world lies in its materiality]

 

At once, a mighty pressure from the material world emanated from his body.

 

Xiao Lan curled his lips at the ghosts that had gathered in front of him like a supermarket sale: "Here, let's give you a taste of the physical transcendence method."

 

At his words, Xiao Lan sprang from his spot like a sharp arrow, the dagger in his hand cutting out a blade that made the ghosts' souls tremble.

 

A pale palm with bright red nail polish tries to sneak up on Xiao Lan.

 

In the next instant, the snow-coloured blade flashed and the arm had fallen to the ground and dissipated into thin air.

 

"Ah-" the owner of the arm let out a shrill, ghostly howl as she covered her broken arm, feeling pain, pain she hadn't felt since she died, so vivid in this moment.

 

Even the pain was more intense than the one she had felt when she died, with a terrible agony that burned her soul.

 

This is the power of Marxism!

 

Xiao Lan, like a demon god, rushed straight into the crowd of ghosts and monsters, each slash brought a cry of horror, and countless ghosts lost their battle power because of his attacks.

 

And Xiao Lan clearly had no intention of killing the NPCs; the subsequent trouble was too great, and they could only wail in agony on the ground, their shrill ghostly cries intertwining and making the scalps of those who heard them tingle.

 

The image was surprisingly more frightening than just wiping them out.

 

Gradually, the ghosts around Xiao Lan began to retreat backwards, creating a vacuum around him.

 

With that, he stood still in a sea of haunted and scornful eyes.

 

"Next, who is it?" Xiao Lan's eyes swept over the ghosts and ghouls around her.

 

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Every demon that met his gaze could not help but look away, none daring to meet his gaze.

 

"Damn Brother Xiao is so handsome!" Di Yifugui caught a glimpse of this scene and decided to share it with Zhao Xiaohe when she got back.

 

At that moment there was the distant roar of a train and it was clear that the players' hopes were coming.

 

A hopeful light appeared in the eyes of the players who were fighting.

 

But at the same time, the station announcement came on, this time in a tone of murderous coldness.

 

"Warning! ...... Passengers who ...... leave the platform ...... Zizi ...... Kill! "

 

"Please leave the ...... brooch ...... behind ......"

 

With the sound of the station announcement, it was as if the ghosts and ghouls at the station had received some kind of order, and a frantic look sprang into their eyes, as if they even began to lose their wits.

 

The ghosts abandoned their original target and began to lunge towards Xiao Lan at any cost.

 

Even when Xiao Lan's dagger sliced them in two, the rest of them continued to attack Xiao Lan relentlessly.

 

"Trouble." Xiao Lan said softly, looking at the lights of the train still in the distance.

 

Luo was the first to rush to Xiao Lan's side, forging a line of defence with his black shadow. However, there were too many of them, and even after Luo had swallowed them, they did not retreat, stepping over the unconsumed bodies of their companions.

 

Di Yifugui also came back to support Xiao Lan, however her skills had just been used once and the fly swatter just wasn't powerful enough.

 

Di Yifugui swung a flyswatter: "Damn it! I want to burn them, they dare to covet me Brother Xiao!!!"

 

At this, Xiao Lan's eyes lit up: "What a great idea, FuGui!"

 

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"Huh?" Di Yifugui hadn't responded.

 

Faced with an almost overwhelming array of ghosts and ghouls, Xiao Lan turns on the skill of

 

[Title: Poverty Can't Limit My Imagination]

 

[Ability: Flame manipulation]

 

[Time remaining: 00:04:59]

 

The ghosts, some in the air and some stacked on the ground, formed a tidal wave of attack that almost obscured the view.

 

Xiao Lan put away his dagger and raised his right hand to give a crisp snap of his fingers.

 

With this cry, flames gushed out from his fingertips, flying and interweaving into a huge ball of fire that enveloped the three Xiao Lan.

 

The bright ball of fire was still spreading around, the searing heat causing unbearable pain to the ghosts who had died in the explosion or fire, recalling the misery and despair of their deaths.

 

The fear of fire is engraved into their souls.

 

"Boom..."

 

Manipulated by Xiao Lan, the fireball burst into life, illuminating the otherwise dimly lit platform.

 

The ghosts scattered in all directions under the flames, wailing in pain.

 

At the moment, Xiao Lan's figure looks invincible in the light of the fire.

 

The players who were fighting couldn't help but stop what they were doing, their mouths grew and they stared at the scene with wide eyes, what kind of a match they were ...... getting with a ......

 

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Is this ...... really an intermediate player?!

 

Xiao Lan's eyes were a blaze of wariness.

 

"Burn out all defilements, Red Lotus Karmic Fire!"

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Wait, I didn't just say that.

 

FuGui, what kind of middle-aged line is that!!!

 

The author has something to say.

 

Xiao Lan: Today is also a day of pretending like the wind~

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