The voice in Zhao Yier's ear had a magical power to it.
It seemed to be able to control the player's behavior to some extent.
Zhao Yier's fingers couldn't help but touch the zipper on the suitcase.
The eerie voice repeated over and over, urging Zhao Yier to open the black box. But his hand stopped on the zipper, unmoving.
The voice grew impatient, but Zhao Yier was unfazed. He stood up and walked towards car number five.
Behind him, a small, twisted black shadow watched his back, its eyes filled with extreme reluctance.
Its shadow slowly dissipated, but not long after, Zhao Yier backed into the carriage again!
His hand, once again, touched the black suitcase.
And then, the eerie black shadow appeared again, with a pale, cold face and a look of surprise on its face, standing behind Zhao Yier, crookedly admonishing him to open it.
"Open it!" it said, but before it could finish, it suddenly stopped.
Things were not going as it had planned.
Zhao Yier's left hand gently touched the black box while his right hand suddenly pulled out a shining surgical scalpel!
He smiled brilliantly and plunged the scalpel into the suitcase!
Splat!
The first cut entered, and he felt like he had plunged into a quagmire. Then, the putrid blood flowed out of the gap!
The black suitcase rattled violently as it struggled!
Zhao Yier held the surgical scalpel tightly and began to accurately and frantically stab at the same spot!
With a strength of 21 points, his speed was faster than that of many literary otakus. Each scalpel hit the same spot accurately!
For other players, this attack method would be almost useless against ghosts or powerful monsters.
But Zhao Yier was different.
His soul weapon had a slight chaotic damage!
Although he didn't know the specific value of this damage, judging from the amount of blood splattering out every time he attacked, this slight chaotic damage was enough!
Anyway, this ghost couldn't come out on its own...so he, Zhao Yier, wouldn't be polite!
After attacking thousands of times, a system prompt finally sounded in Zhao Yier's ear!
[Congratulations, you have killed the grudge ghost, and your soul weapon has been strengthened.]
[Attempting to rebuild the evil god meme...002...reconstruction failed, insufficient energy required, please keep trying.]
[In this reconstruction, you gained 4 strength and a little bit of weak chaotic power in your soul weapon.]
"Is it finally dead?"
A large amount of putrid blood flowed out of the black suitcase, staining Zhao Yier's face.
The eerie voice in his ear had disappeared, and the ghost shadow that was very close to him retreated cautiously, seemingly afraid of waking the silent Zhao Yier...but it accidentally made a sound.
The ghost shadow suddenly tensed up.
It held its breath and dared not even take a deep breath.
With a surgical knife in hand, Zhao Yi slowly turned around, revealing a face covered in blood and a sinister smile with red eyes. He looked like a demon crawling out of hell!
The black figure hovering in the air was frightened by Zhao Yi's appearance and fell to the ground, scrambling backwards in fear.
"You... don't come any closer!" The ghost frantically retreated, watching as Zhao Yi advanced step by step, with its heart in its throat.
"What the hell is this thing that came in?" It thought. "Why is it so ferocious? Is it going to kill me?"
Finally, it was backed into a corner of the sixth carriage, with its back tightly against the wall, shivering in fear.
As Zhao Yi approached, he finally saw the ghost's appearance. It was a little girl, cute but also a bit terrifying.
"I didn't mean to harm you, I was forced to..." The girl curled up in a corner, whimpering.
"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person," Zhao Yi said, approaching and putting away his surgical knife before patting her head gently.
The little ghost looked up at him with tearful eyes, her white and decayed face looking so pitiful at this moment.
"Really, uncle?" she asked.
Zhao Yi suddenly became angry and grabbed the ghost's neck. "What the hell are you calling me? Call me big brother!"
The little ghost quickly changed her words. "Big brother!"
Zhao Yi's face softened and he let go of her neck, patting her head gently. "That's better. Now tell me, what happened on this train before?"
The little ghost bit her lip, her face turning pale. "I can't say! It's watching me. If I say anything, it will know!"
"Who is it?" Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes.
The little ghost shook her head, trembling. "I can't say. The thirty-eighth page of the book 'Shishuo' taught us that secrets should not be told to others. I'm a good girl, I can't talk bad things!"
Zhao Yi glanced at the graffiti textbook by the suitcase, stroking the little ghost's head. "I understand. If you don't want to say, I won't ask."
He turned and walked towards the black mist of the fifth carriage, leaving the little ghost behind, staring after him. She suddenly called out, "Thank you, big brother!"
Zhao Yi turned back and smiled. "No need to thank me."
The little ghost hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth. "Big brother, go to the first carriage!"
Zhao Yi paused for a moment, then waved at her. "Got it!"
As Zhao Yi left the sixth carriage and entered the black mist of the fifth carriage, the little ghost's gaze returned to the black suitcase, tightly hugging her old backpack and shedding bloody tears...
...
There was a short walkway between the sixth and fifth carriages, as is typical of old green-skinned trains.
After leaving the sixth carriage, Zhao Yi took out the little girl's textbook and turned to page 38. Sure enough, there was a piece on "Shishuo", with extensive notes in four different colors of ink. At first glance, it seemed like nothing, but after scanning through it several times, Zhao Yi discovered the hidden message.
Words circled in the same color of ink could be pieced together to form a sentence...
...
[The control room has the latest morning news and map.]
[Diesel fuel is needed to start the train.]
[Don't go to the driver's cab.]
[It will keep an eye on you!]