Yang Ni has always been curious about this magical place of dying.

It only accepts the dying person, and this person must have an extremely strong obsession in his heart before he dies, that is, he has a reason that he cannot die no matter what.

It is precisely when this obsession is strong enough that it attracts the Lord of the Yellow Spring and extradites him to the dying place.

In the dying place, people die almost every day, but new people will come in at any time, and the total population has always remained at a relatively stable number.

However, as Yang Ni saw so far, all the dying people on Huangquan Street were Chinese, which was a bit strange.

Is Huangquan Street not the only "novice village"?

Regarding the place where he is dying, Yang Ni has many questions in his heart, and I believe other dying people will feel the same way.

But in this situation of inability to protect themselves, no one has the extra energy to dig into the bottom line. If the survival problem is not solved, the rest are all empty talk.

And if you can find an insider who understands both the dying place and the real world, it is extremely important.

This is also one of the main reasons why he chose a walkie-talkie that can communicate information with people at the last moment.

When Yang Ni heard his question, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Senior, do you really know where I came from?"

The conductor still turned his back to him, tilting his head slightly, with a bit of sarcastic meaning in his voice: "Didn't you just said that you are from the No. 11 carriage?"

When he said this, Yang Ni felt that he must have known something and hurriedly replied: "No, I am from another world..."

"There is only one in the world." The conductor raised his head, reached out and took off the brimmed soft hat on his head, interrupting him, "It doesn't matter where you come from, the key is that you have to know where you are going in the end."

He had long gray hair, and he casually tied his hair behind his head with a red rope, and his thin braids dangled to the vicinity of his shoulder blades.

Yang Ni knew very well that it was almost impossible to let such a person say the exact answer. Unless he could have a much stronger strength than him, he would not even have the right to have equal dialogue.

He was a little anxious just now, after all, the answer to the difficult question that had troubled him for a long time was in front of him. For a moment, this temptation was simply irresistible.

But he has gradually calmed down and said in a gentle tone: "Where I want to go? Where I want to go, naturally, is where I come."

The train conductor obviously did not expect him to answer like this, and then smiled at the sky and said, "Okay, okay, okay! A good place to go is where you come from. You kid are very fond of my old man's temper."

Then the tone changed, and a deep sense of regret appeared in the voice.

"It's a pity that your way is blocking the way of some big shots, and those big shots don't like things like detours."

Yang Ni was stunned, not understanding who the "big man" he was referring to, and hesitated and asked: "I don't know how I will go, how could they know that I must be blocking their way?"

"Hahahaha!" The train conductor turned around with a smile: "Young man, some things in this world have long been destined. For example, the weak are always weak, the strong are always strong, and the weak are used to be stepped on by the strong."

He is not tall, half a head shorter than Yang Ni, and is extremely thin, looking about 110 to 20 kilograms.

On his left arm was wearing a diamond-shaped armband with gold edges and red base, with three small characters "Train Conductor" embroidered with gold thread.

But under his head, his face was extremely rosy, and his eyes were bright and bright, as if it was as deep as an ancient well.

Although there was a smile on his face, there was a chill in his eyes all the time.

Yang Ni felt like he was seen through his whole body in front of him, which made him extremely uncomfortable and unconsciously avoided the conductor's gaze.

An unprecedented sense of crisis swept over like a dark cloud, his hair all stood up, and a dense goose bump appeared on his skin.

At this high temperature of more than 60 degrees, Yang Ni felt the bone-bone cold.

He subconsciously reached out and pinched the walkie-talkie in his combat waist bag. The thick feeling made him relax a little.

The white-haired train leader quietly glanced at Yang Ni's waist, with nothing unusual on his face.

Seeing that Yang Ni didn't say anything, he spoke again, "Okay, since you can walk in front of me, it means you still have some strength and luck, but these strength and luck may also cause you trouble. The train is about to arrive at the station in more than 7 minutes. If possible, can I take a look at your ticket?"

Yang Ni's heart moved and knew that this was a regular drama.

Due to the existence of empathy, he is very good at observing his expressions. The train conductor mentioned that he was "blocking the way" just now gave him a very bad premonition.

Now the conductor takes the initiative to change the topic, but Yang Ni wants to test him again.

He asked knowingly: "Train ticket? What kind of ticket? What does this have to do with you? Who are you?"

"Me?" The old man with white hair did not seem to realize Yang Ni's trick and answered honestly: "I am just a cleaner on this unknown train."

"Cleaner? Then what do you want a ticket with me?"

The old man shook his head, bent down slowly, and gently placed the tools in his hand against the wall.

"I am a cleaner and the cleaner you understand. I am a specialist in cleaning up troubles. Whether it is blocking the road or evading tickets, it is within my jurisdiction. Order and norms are my only requirements."

The threatening meaning in this sentence is already very obvious. In combination with what he said just now that Yang Ni blocked some big shots, wouldn’t Yang Ni be clearing the scope?

It seems that it will be impossible to be good in the future.

After understanding this, Yang Ni became more relaxed.

Since he entered this last car, the golden shield has been in his hand and the silver knife has been inserted under the shield.

Yang Ni took another big step forward and said frankly: "I don't have a ticket."

The conductor seemed to have known his answer for a long time, and was not surprised at all. He continued: "It's not important, it's not important. Although I'm old, I'm not pedantic. You just need to make up for the ticket."

Yang Ni thought to himself that the function of the ticket and purple gold coins is reflected here, but unfortunately he did not choose these two props.

Now that things have come to this point, it is useless to regret. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have money either."
Chapter completed!