"Wait a moment!"
A voice suddenly rang out in the carriage, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
A woman in a dark blue uniform appeared before them.
She was the train conductor of this train, Mo Lan.
A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the hostage girl, and tears streamed down her cheeks: "Conductor, save me! I really don't want to die…"
"Don't be afraid."
Mo Lan's voice was steady and strong as she looked directly at the Evil Spirit Master wearing the Wang Zai mask.
There was no fear in her eyes, "I am the conductor of this train. State any demands you have, and I will do my best to fulfill them, but please do not harm this hostage!"
The security captain standing beside her had a ashen face.
He knew Mo Lan's identity; this young conductor's father was Mo Wu, the Heaven Dou City governor and a Federal Senator.
Once Mo Lan fell into the hands of the Evil Spirit Master, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Conductor, this is too dangerous…" The security captain lowered his voice, reaching out to grab her sleeve.
Mo Lan heard this, gently shook her arm, and broke free from his阻拦.
She had already sent out a distress signal, but when rescue would arrive was still unknown.
Now, she had to buy time for the passengers.
"Oh?"
The voice from under Wang Zai Evil Soul's mask suddenly became excited, "Interesting… You are the conductor?"
"That's right."
Mo Lan nodded, her gaze sweeping over the terrified passengers in the carriage, "What is your purpose in taking hostages and attacking the train?"
"You, let me think…"
Wang Zai Evil Soul suddenly tilted his head, striking an exaggerated thinking pose.
The voice under his mask suddenly became innocent, yet it sent shivers down one's spine, "Why did I attack this train again?"
The carriage fell into a deathly silence, everyone holding their breath.
Suddenly, Wang Zai Evil Soul clapped his hands sharply, and his voice returned to that eerie cheerfulness: "Of course, it's for a concert!"
"A concert?"
Mo Lan's brows furrowed slightly; this absurd answer was completely unexpected.
The surrounding passengers also showed confused expressions.
"That's right!"
Wang Zai Evil Soul slowly spread his arms, as if embracing something, "We need an audience, we need a stage, we need…"
His voice suddenly dropped, "We need a sacrifice of blood."
Mo Lan's pupils suddenly contracted; she finally understood the true intentions of these madmen.
But before she could react, Wang Zai Evil Soul had already announced loudly: "Alright, where's the applause? Where are the screams?"
As soon as his voice fell, his subordinate Evil Spirit Masters had already raised their Spirit-guided guns, their dark muzzles pointed at the ordinary passengers.
"No!" Mo Lan cried out, but it was too late.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of piercing gunshots exploded in the confined carriage.
Those deranged Evil Spirit Masters actually used hostages as human shields, firing indiscriminately.
Bullets pierced through flesh and blood, splattering everywhere in the carriage. Blood splattered on the windows, staining the white curtains red.
Terrified screams and painful groans rose and fell, and the entire carriage instantly turned into a living Hell.
Mo Lan was tackled to the ground by the security captain, watching helplessly as innocent passengers fell in pools of blood.
Her fingernails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.
At this moment, Mo Lan had only one thought: "I must stop these madmen, no matter the cost!"
"Hehehe… This is more like it!" Wang Zai Evil Soul spread his arms, reveling in the screams.
His eyes under the mask flickered with a crazed, bloody light.
"Conductor…" The security captain's voice trembled.
A determined flame ignited in Mo Lan's eyes: "Fight back! I will take all responsibility!"
"Fire!"
At the security captain's command, the security personnel raised their Spirit-guided guns and fired.
"Hehehe, now this is fun!"
Wang Zai Evil Soul laughed maniacally, "A concert without audience interaction, how boring!"
Mo Lan unhesitatingly drew her Spirit-guided pistol and pulled the trigger, aiming at Wang Zai Evil Soul.
The bullet accurately hit his chest, but he was completely unharmed…
"This… How is this possible?"
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
The other Evil Spirit Masters were also unharmed, and in a blink of an eye, several security personnel had already fallen in pools of blood.
"Do you think I don't know you're stalling for time?"
Wang Zai Evil Soul sneered, "I already set up a Spirit-guided formation to block all signals."
He slowly raised his hand, and six spirit rings shone around him — yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.
"I, Blood Feast, am a six-ring Spirit Emperor! Who dares to kill me, who can kill me?!"
Despair, like a tide, engulfed the entire carriage…
"Oh? Is that so?"
Just then, a voice suddenly came out.
Fang Yang arrived in time with Gu Yue.
"Just you two?" Wang Zai Evil Soul sized up the two suddenly appearing individuals, his voice under the mask filled with mockery.
"You'll know if you try."
Fang Yang responded coldly. He turned to Gu Yue and whispered, "Cover me."
"Okay."
Gu Yue nodded slightly, a cold light flashing in her black eyes.
The next moment, Fang Yang's right hand clenched into a fist, and a ball of pitch-black flame suddenly rose in his palm. As the flame flickered, space itself twisted.
"This… This is?!"
The expression under Wang Zai Evil Soul's mask showed a tremor for the first time.
He felt a long-lost aura of death from that strange flame.
"Kill them for me!"
Wang Zai Evil Soul roared, a trace of imperceptible panic in his voice.
"Yes!"
The Evil Spirit Masters responded in unison, various Spirits appearing as they charged towards Fang Yang.
"Gu Yue, protect yourself well."
Fang Yang said in a deep voice, his gaze always fixed on Wang Zai Evil Soul.
"You too."
Gu Yue said softly, a silver-white light radiating around her body.
Fang Yang's Qi and blood surged instantly, and the second purple spirit ring behind him suddenly lit up!
Second Spirit Ability: "Destruction Collapse!"
The moment Fang Yang's figure lunged forward, his right fist, wreathed in black flames, struck out directly.
The Evil Spirit Masters attempting to block him were stopped by the silver light barrier Gu Yue conjured with a wave of her hand.
"Not good!"
Wang Zai Evil Soul secretly thought something was amiss and hastily summoned his Spirit, the Blood-Bone Soul Devouring Scythe.
It was a long-handled scythe entwined with dark red blood Qi, its blade having a bone-like texture and covered in tiny blood grooves.
It could strengthen itself by absorbing blood and came with a "Soul Devouring" effect, capable of tearing apart an opponent's mental force.
First Spirit Ability: "Blood Mist Permeation!"
He swung the Blood-Bone Soul Devouring Scythe, releasing a dark red blood mist that instantly obscured the view of more than half the carriage.
The blood mist was highly corrosive; passengers who came into contact with it immediately let out painful groans, their skin began to fester, and their blood became uncontrollably agitated.
Fang Yang, relying on his terrifying mental force, locked onto Wang Zai Evil Soul's position.
The black flame in his hand traced a path through the blood mist.
Wang Zai Evil Soul was greatly alarmed and hastily unleashed his Second Spirit Ability: "Bone Chain Binding!"
Several white bone chains extended from the scythe, covered in congealed blood, and attacked Fang Yang…
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