On the other side of the sidewalk, Lan Yan's situation was also not optimistic.

His neighbor was a rough man with a shaved beard and malice. He was pinching Lan Yan with both hands, and the latter was blushing and almost fainting.

Qin Nuo took out the nail gun, and just two shots, causing the rough man to explode on the back of his head and fall to the side, but the recovery speed became faster and the ghost energy emitted became even more terrifying.

Lan Yan got up, looked at the corpse that was emitting white smoke, and said to Qin Nuo: "This method doesn't work. Killing them will only make them even more terrifying!"

Then, he noticed the kidnappers and babies who had already slumped in their seats behind Qin Nuo, and their faces were astonished: "How did you do this?"

Qin Nuo said it briefly.

"The items that killed them in the first place?"

Lan Yan was stunned.

Then he asked quickly: "Then I..."

"Your seat next to you committed suicide by drinking a bullet. A black pistol was hidden in the luggage compartment, the third floor of the black luggage bag." Qin Nuo answered his question in advance.

"Damn, are you krypton money or are you krypton? How can you know anything?"

Lan Yan was a little stunned when he heard this.

Qin Nuo did not answer his words, looked at Gu Zhong over there and said, "Instead of talking nonsense, it's better to act quickly. You have ten minutes left."

He could only help this simply through the way, but these two sentences were already crucial.

Lan Yan quickly got up, leaned out, and reached out to grab the black luggage bag.

As soon as he pulled it off, the rough man suddenly stood up, his broad and dark palm grabbed Lan Yan's throat.

Pressing on the seat, Lan Yan was ready, and the shotgun barrel in his hand was directly inserted into the mouth of the blood disc, and several shots penetrated the back of the neck.

The meat cubes followed by the blood were scattered on the seat.

The rough man was unmoved, and the power in his hands became stronger and stronger, and he had no intention of taking action. Lan Yan almost turned his eyes over, and he was about to faint when he saw it, and his hands were constantly pulling into the darkness.

On the opposite side of the street, Qin Nuo just watched and had no intention of taking action.

Under the colorful lights, the retro pendulum clock swings again and again.

The last two minutes left.

At this time, the carriage gradually became quiet.

Many seats have returned to peace.

Either the player is killed or the next seat is bombed to death. The final result of this quiet must be that one party needs to end his life.

Didida.

Blood flowed on the cold floor, making the red carpet on the sidewalk seem to be more bright red.

Bang!!

Just then, a loud gunshot came from the side.

Qin Nuo turned his head and saw Lan Yan pushing away the body, sitting up panting, with a black pistol in his hand emitting white smoke.

He nodded to Qin Nuo, looking weak: "It's solved."

"It's time."

Qin Nuo said, and the bell rang over there.

A long bell echoed in the carriage.

The player who finished the game sat back and stopped making a sound.

But there are still some players fighting with their neighbors. They are eager to go to quiet, but their neighbors are not as good as they wish.

The puppet maid walked out of the carriage and spoke quietly: "The game time is up, so please keep the passengers quiet next."

"Of course, there is no silence, the master will have her quiet way."

After it finished speaking, the long lingering sound of the bell became completely silent.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A mysterious force of order swept through the air, like a rope, surrounding the necks of passengers who failed the game.

Then, the heads burst out like the red shore flowers blooming in hell.

Because of the weak light, Qin Nuo could not see the trembling scene, but saw fragments constantly splashing in the darkness, and waves of heat squirting into the air.

In an instant, the entire carriage completely quieted down.

Deadly silence.

The remaining players didn't even dare to breathe. Although they were all old players, and although it was dark and could not be seen clearly, the picture still hit their eyes.

This method of elimination is not only cruel, but also disgusting.

Although it is a game after all, not a real death, the feeling of death will not decrease at all.

The air was filled with not only the strong smell of blood, but also a nauseating stench.

"So, I wish the passengers a good night's sleep next."

The puppet maid swayed her wooden head, spoke quietly, and then returned to the darkness.

After the puppet maid left, the colorful light also went out, and only the screen still emitted a hidden light.

All the players then breathed a little relief.

Qin Nuo leaned on the back of the chair and wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead.

In this way, I have two points in my hand.

"Acquiring the black gold card with three points, this last game will probably not be easy."

Qin Nuo yawned. He was too lazy to care if he didn't care. Anyway, he just wanted to have a good sleep now.

After such trouble at night, he was really sleepy.

After closing his eyes for a while, he went to sleep.

Lan Yan originally wanted to communicate with Qin Nuo with gestures, but when he saw the latter tilting his head and sleeping tightly, he couldn't help but feel ashamed: "This guy's mentality is really awesome. He just experienced such a fight. How long has it been to sleep?

So relieved!"

In front of the carriage, behind the screen.

In the antique compartment, the stunning woman sat down and looked at herself in the brass mirror. Her face was so beautiful that it was so beautiful that it was so beautiful that it was bewitching the whole country.

Just looking at his face, the stunning woman's eyes became a little bit more sinister.

Using his hands to stroke his flawless cheeks, his red nails gently shave onto the thin foundation.

The sharp nail tips cut open the skin, and a drop of redness overflowed and flowed down the cheeks.

The stunning woman's eyes were confused, and her mind seemed to be back in some past events, and asked quietly: "Does my face look good?"

The puppet maid standing upright beside her, with a muted expression and spoke stiffly: "The master is always beautiful."

The stunning woman snorted coldly, and her slender fingertips moved.

The wooden head fell from above and rolled onto the table, as if it was being crushed, with dense cracks spreading on it.

"You are created by me, and you are clearly unconscious, why can you say such false words?"

"Even under this face, you can see the ugly truth, why do you still say such words?"

The stunning woman spoke quietly, her eyes as cold as a pool under the moonlight.

"The master is always good-looking."

Even though his head was about to break into pieces, the puppet maid still responded to this sentence.

The stunning woman lost her fun, lifted her head away and rolled into the dark corner.

At this time, a puppet maid walked in from the curtain next to him and said, "Master, there are six hours left, and the Nightmare Train is about to arrive at the rest area."

“Living area…”

The stunning woman looked at the night outside the train and thought of something.

"Is it Midnight City?"

"Yes."
Chapter completed!