Nightmare Attack

Suddenly, a hand covered his fist, and Jiang Cheng was slightly startled.

It was the person sitting opposite him. Slowly, the other person raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face. She was an old lady.

"Don't be impulsive." The old lady lowered her voice and winked at him, motioning him to look to one side.

It was on the right side of Jiangcheng, with an aisle in the middle. There was a person there with his head lowered, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.

Under his arm was a short blade, with a circle of white cloth wrapped around the handle of the short blade.

He is an Oriental.

It looks pretty awesome.

If he did it rashly, he might be caught off guard and the short blade would pierce his back.

The Dongyang guard who was the first to notice Jiang Cheng had approached. He stared at Jiang Cheng as if he had never seen him before, and there was a hint of suspicion and viciousness in his eyes.

"He is my son-in-law." The old lady explained. At the same time, she was worried that the Japanese people would not understand, so she continued to sign with her hands.

But obviously, the Japanese people understood, but they didn't really believe it, because Jiang Cheng was much cleaner than these beggar-like refugees.

Slowly, his hand moved towards the handle of the knife.

"Yes, he is the son-in-law of the Zhou family, I can testify." Not far away, another man stood up and said.

"Yes, we have all met him. His name is Liu Ergou, and he is the Zhou family's son-in-law." More and more people came forward to speak for Jiang Cheng, "You can't kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

There was suppressed anger in everyone's tone, and the fear in their eyes was gradually replaced by anger and unwillingness. At this moment, Jiang Cheng found the key to breaking the situation, from everyone's eyes.

This is a belief, or a will.

The middle-aged man around Xia Meng once said that weirdness is different from ghosts. It is not so much a weird existence as a will.

The door inherited by the great priest is a twisted will, and its ability can lead people into endless despair, just like this journey with no return.

What can truly defeat it is unyielding will.

The previous great priest was defeated, causing the door in his body to backfire, so that he had to find the next successor. It was because of the resistance of countless compatriots in the gold mine.

That is an unyielding will and the backbone of a nation.

But it is not enough for him to have hope alone. He wants to inspire the unyielding will in the hearts of everyone on this train and all his compatriots.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng slowly pulled away the old lady's hand, stood up, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone: "First of all, thank you all, but my name is not Liu Ergou, let alone the Zhou family's son-in-law. My name is Jiang Cheng , to be precise, the juniors here.”

"I came here because of an accident, but more likely, I will die here, like everyone else."

"But if I think about it carefully, I am different from all the seniors. We are both dead. I will never let the other party ravage, enslave, or insult me ​​before killing me."

"And even after killing me, he would point at my body and laugh at me: Look, that's a spineless piece of trash!"

"What will I do?" Jiang Cheng's eyes slowly swept over the faces of the people around him, with a hint of disdain and a sense of expectation.

"I will fight them! Even if I die, I won't let these bastards be proud!"

"I don't want to be dug out of the soil by my descendants in a few decades, and I still kneel there with my hands raised in submission!"

Jiang Cheng's tone became higher and higher, and his voice was so exciting that it was completely impossible to tell whether he was performing or what he was thinking.

"I won't let my descendants be humiliated because of me, and have their backs stabbed and scolded as weaklings behind my back!"

"I can die, anyone can die, but we will not surrender. We have lived on this land for thousands of years. Why should they kill our compatriots, occupy our land, force us to leave our homes and suffer all kinds of torture?" ?”

"Be careful!" A figure suddenly pushed Jiang Cheng away, and a line of blood floated in front of his eyes.

An Dongyang guard hiding in the dark became angry and slashed at Jiang Cheng from a tricky angle, but the old lady noticed him and pushed him away in time.

But the old lady was hit, and her body fell under Jiang Cheng. Her head rolled along the ground and hit the wall with a "thud" sound.

A pair of eyes full of blood and tears, full of pain and unwillingness.

A similar scene flashed through his mind, and Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled that when he first got on the train, there was also an old lady who fell at Huaiyi's feet and rolled her head away.

At that time, they thought it was just a fight.

"Fight them!" A voice with a drake voice sounded, and the thin man jumped out of the seat and directly threw down the old lady's murderer.

Like a spark falling into dry firewood, the originally depressed interior of the carriage was instantly ignited.

Anger overwhelmed fear. Everyone rushed towards the nearest guard with red eyes and roaring.

Men, women, the elderly, and half-grown children

"Are you going to rebel?" After an Oriental man chopped down a man with a knife, before he could finish his words, another man roared and threw him down, and then countless people pressed on him.

The crowd surged like waves, and Jiangcheng was the top of the waves.

After the skilled Japanese swordsman chopped down several people one after another, he was kicked to the ground by Jiang Cheng. Then the angry people swarmed up and beat him to death with their fists and feet.

Jiang Cheng ignited the anger and resentment in everyone's heart. Soon, the fire began to spread. There were sounds of fighting and deafening roars from several nearby carriages.

The anger that had been suppressed for too long in everyone's heart was vented and condensed into a terrible force.

Jiang Cheng led his men to clean up one carriage after another. In a short while, they almost killed through the entire Mayflower train.

In the penultimate carriage, Jiang Cheng led his men to arrest Director Qiao.

He was crawling under the table at the time.

He was too lazy to listen to his explanation. Jiang Cheng kicked him to the ground with one foot, and then the angry people rushed up. His end was foreseeable.

Since ancient times, the end of traitors has been the same.

Standing in front of the last carriage, Jiang Cheng paused.

Along the way, he also found some strange things, such as no matter how loud the noise in the carriage was, only his figure would be left on the glass of the train.

It was as if everything he had experienced did not exist.

In this strange world, he is the only one who is real, and the rest are nothing but illusions.

"I will walk the rest of the way by myself."

Perhaps they understood Jiang Cheng's words, the crowd behind him quieted down, and then a man spoke in a hoarse but firm voice: "Thank you, Jiang Cheng, you gave us a chance to choose again."

Pushing open the door in front of him, Jiang Cheng felt more heavy in his heart.

History cannot be changed, what he can do is to lead these wronged souls on the Mayflower to make an angry cry buried in the deepest part of their hearts.

A dim light hung under the ceiling, and in the last carriage, there was only an iron seat, and on the seat was a huge scarecrow.

The weird feeling had long subsided, and the scarecrow now seemed dead.

Whether it was the former Liu Quezi or the child who came back from the dead, they were just a shell of this scarecrow.

And the meaning of their existence is nothing more than to pass on the scarecrow, or more precisely, to pass on that weird and twisted will.

"Sizzle."

The straw man split in the middle, revealing a face hidden inside.

It was Fu Fu.

At this moment, she was completely wrapped in the straw man, with only her face exposed, eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Jiang Cheng walked forward, tore the straw man apart, and pulled out the unconscious Fu Fu.

Just as he was wondering how to deal with the scarecrow, suddenly, the scarecrow's body shook, and then it was slowly dragged into the darkness behind it.

It seemed that there were hands there, pulling it.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes faintly lit up.

"Wu?"

Jiang Cheng immediately understood Wu's plan, and he also set his sights on the scarecrow. As they were both weird, he would not miss the opportunity to devour his own kind.

What's more, he also had a comic book that could absorb ghosts and transform them into strange stories.

As the scarecrow's breath completely dissipated, the blood-red eyes set their sights on the unconscious Fu Fu again, but before he could do anything, the originally unstable space began to tremble.

This was originally a world built by the scarecrow. Now that the main body was taken away by Wu, the space naturally collapsed.

The next second, there was nothing under their feet. When they opened their eyes again, they were already lying on a patch of grass.

There were trees all around, and the smell of soil filled their nostrils.

This was a hillside that looked familiar.

It was near Huishi Town.

"Doctor!" The fat man's terrifying loud voice startled Jiang Cheng. He immediately turned his head and just met the fat man's big face.

"Doctor, you are really good. We got out!" the fat man said excitedly.