Nightmare Attack

Chapter 632

Chapter 632

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

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

"Don't be impulsive." The old lady lowered her voice and winked at him as she spoke, signaling him to look to the side.

It was on the right side of Jiangcheng, with an aisle in the middle, and there was a man with his head down, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

Under his arm, there is a short blade, and there are circles of white cloth strips wrapped around the handle of the short blade.

Is an oriental.

It looks pretty powerful.

If you act rashly, you may be caught off guard, and the short blade will be inserted into your back.

The first Dongyang guard who noticed Jiangcheng had approached. He stared at Jiangcheng, as if he had never seen him before, with suspicion and viciousness in his eyes.

"He's my son-in-law." The old lady explained, and at the same time, she was still worried that the Orientals would not understand, so she continued to gesture with her hands.

But obviously, the Dongyang people understood, but they didn't really believe it, because Jiangcheng 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 son-in-law of the Zhou family." More and more people stood up to speak out for Jiang Cheng, "You can't kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

Everyone's tone was suppressed with anger, 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 next to Xia Meng once said that weirdness is different from ghosts, and it is not so much a weird existence as it is a will.

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

But what can really break it is the unyielding will.

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

It 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 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, but I am not Liu Ergou, and I am not the son-in-law of the Zhou family. My name is Jiang Cheng." , to be precise, they are the juniors of all of you here.”

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

"But when I think about it carefully, I am not the same as the seniors. I am also dead. I will never let the other party ravage, enslave, and insult me ​​before killing me."

"And even after killing me, pointing to my dead body and mocking: Look, that's a spineless piece of shit!"

"What will I do?" Jiang Cheng's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the people around him, with a hint of disdain and anticipation at the same time.

"I will fight them! Even if I die, I will not let these bastards be proud!"

"I don't want to be dug out of the soil by my descendants decades later, still kneeling there, raising my hands in submission!"

Jiang Cheng's tone became higher and higher, and his voice was surging, and it was completely impossible to tell whether he was performing or thinking in his heart.

"I won't let my juniors be ashamed because of me, and be poked back and scolded soft bones behind their backs!"

"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 tortures ?”

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

An oriental guard hiding in the dark became furious and slashed at Jiangcheng from a tricky angle, but the old lady found out and pushed him away in time.

But the old lady was hit, and her body fell under Jiang Cheng's body. A head rolled along the ground and hit the wall, making a "boom".

A pair of bloody eyes full of pain and unwillingness.

A similar scene flashed in his mind, and Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled that when he first boarded the train, there was also an old lady who fell at Huai Yi's feet and her head rolled far away.

At that time, they were still regarded as Porcelain.

"Fight with them!" A voice sounded like a duck's voice, and the thin man jumped out of the seat and threw himself on the murderer who killed the old lady.

Like a spark falling into dry wood, the originally depressed compartment was instantly ignited.

Anger overwhelmed fear, everyone's eyes were red, roaring and rushing towards the nearest guard.

Men, women, old people, and half-old children

"Are you planning to rebel?" After an oriental man cut down a man with a knife, before he could finish his sentence, he was thrown down by another man, and then countless people pressed him down.

The crowd is as turbulent as the waves, and Jiangcheng is the crest of the waves.

The skilled oriental swordsman was kicked to the ground by Jiang Cheng after chopping down several people one after another, and then the angry people rushed up and beat him to death with their fists and feet.

Jiangcheng ignited the anger and unwillingness in everyone's hearts. Soon, the fire began to spread, and the sounds of fighting and deafening roars could be heard from several nearby carriages.

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

Jiang Cheng led his men to clean up one carriage after another, and within a short time, they almost destroyed the entire Mayflower train.

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

He was crawling under the table at the time.

He didn't bother to listen to his explanation at all, Jiang Cheng was kicked to the ground by him, and then angry people rushed up, his end was predictable.

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

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

Along the way, he also discovered some strange things. For example, no matter how much commotion there was in the carriage, he was the only figure left on the glass of the train.

It was as if everything he experienced didn't exist.

In this weird world, only he is real, and the rest are just illusions.

"The rest of the way, I have to go by myself."

Perhaps because they understood Jiang Cheng's words, the crowd behind them fell silent, and then a man spoke in a hoarse but firm voice, "Thank you, Jiang Cheng, for giving us a chance to choose again."

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

History cannot be changed. What he can do is to lead the innocent souls on the Mayflower to utter an angry cry buried deep in their hearts.

A dim yellow lamp hung from the ceiling. In the last carriage, there was only an iron seat with a huge scarecrow on it.

That weird feeling has long since subsided, and now the scarecrow seems to be dead.

Whether it is the former lame Liu or the child who has come back from the dead, they are just the shell of this scarecrow.

And the meaning of their existence is just to pass on the straw man, or more precisely, to pass on that weird and distorted will.

"Thorn."

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

It's Fu Fu.

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

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, tore open the straw man, and pulled the unconscious Fu Fu out.

Just when 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 him.

Like there are hands there, pulling it.

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

"none?"

Jiang Cheng immediately understood Wu's plan, and he also set his sights on this scarecrow, which was also weird, and he would not let go of the opportunity to devour the same kind.

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

As the scarecrow's aura completely dissipated, those blood-red eyes stared at the unconscious Fu Fu again, but before he could make a move, the originally unstable space began to tremble.

This was originally a world built by scarecrows, but now the body is taken away by Wu, and the space naturally collapses.

The next second, their feet were empty, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already lying on a piece of grass.

There are trees nearby, and the smell of earth fills the nostrils.

Here is a hillside, which looks familiar.

Just near the town of Greystone.

"Doctor!" Fatty's loud, frightening voice startled Jiang Cheng, and he immediately turned his head, just in time to meet Fatty's big face.

"Doctor, you're really good, we're out!" the fat man said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)