Chapter 153 The Curse of the Train
The slight difference is that the ghost train in front of us really looks like a ghost, and the whole thing is a shadow.
is not an entity.
You can look through the car and see some scenes inside the car.
There is a big light on the front of the ghost train, which has strong supernatural power and directly illuminates the originally dark ghost world of the pencil box.
Wang Xiaoming could sense that it was this light that immobilized the ghost realm. Not only the ghost realm, but also some of the supernatural weapons on his body were suppressed by a powerful supernatural force.
Even if these supernatural weapons are forcibly activated, they will not have much power. Instead, they will speed up their recovery and cause fire.
Seeing the appearance of the ghost train, the missionary looked happy. The ghost train is a very powerful ghost and has strong suppression power over other supernatural ghosts.
Only holding a train ticket in hand is immune to this suppression.
He could sense that the moment the ghost train appeared, the supernatural power that originally suppressed him disappeared.
Woooooooo!
There was another whistle sound, and the ghost train continued to speed after entering the ghost land, and directly crashed into the missionary who had just escaped from trouble.
Faced with this situation, the missionary did not panic, because he knew that this was the inevitable outcome of tearing up the ticket, but compared to falling into the hands of the Asian headquarters, being cursed by the ghost train was already a good outcome.
At least he still has a chance to survive.
"This..." Wang Xiaoming was dumbfounded, "The appearance of the ghost train should be summoned by the missionaries, but what is the situation in front of us?"
There was hesitation in his heart but no hesitation in his actions. Although Wang Xiaoming didn't understand what the missionary was doing? But he knew he must not let the missionaries succeed.
Making a prompt decision, under the control of Wang Xiaoming's thoughts, a hole suddenly appeared in the direction of the ghost train, cutting off most of the ghost train that originally rushed into the missionary.
This hole is the portal created by Wang Xiaoming using the authority of the Knowledge Wilderness. The other end is connected to the Knowledge Wilderness. Even the phantom-like ghost train cannot escape the capture of the portal.
Looking at the missionary again, his body has become translucent, and there is an illusion that he is disappearing. However, because Wang Xiaoming stopped half of the ghost train, the missionary did not really disappear. Instead, he was like a solidified crystal statue, staying motionless in place. .
“It turns out to be a teleportation ability!”
Wang Xiaoming's eyes flickered, identifying the missionary's recent state as a backlash from failed transmission.
The embrace of the ghost train is nothing but a curse, which can transport the cursed person into the ghost train. Originally, this curse was difficult to intercept, but when encountering the super-standard wilderness of source material knowledge, it is difficult to intercept it. Curses are also false.
After finding out the situation, Wang Xiaoming teleported to the missionary, took out a piece of yellow paper and put it on his forehead, making him fall into suspended animation to avoid waking up midway. Then he waved his hand to summon the portal again and sent the missionary there. A wilderness of knowledge.
After doing all this, he took back the ghost world and returned to the real world.
Jingle Bell!
At the same time, the phone rang for the last time and hung up automatically because no one answered.
Wang Xiaoming stepped forward and picked up the phone, called back directly, and was connected instantly.
“Professor, how are you?” Cao Yanhua's concerned voice came from the microphone.
"I'm fine! I just spent some time dealing with an invading ghost master, but I didn't receive a call." Wang Xiaoming briefly explained what had just happened, so as not to worry the other party.
"That's good," Cao Yanhua was obviously relieved, "Mr. Qin has rushed back. Professor, just stay where you are and don't worry about anything else. I will send someone to protect you right away."
"There is no need to send people for protection," Wang Xiaoming refused: "With my current strength, the ghost master who attacked the headquarters this time is no match for me. Now is the time to use people. The priority is to eliminate the intruders." …”
“Okay, if you don't want to be a mother-in-law, just do as I say.” Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone after finishing speaking.
Then he opened the window and looked into the distance, and fire and smoke began to appear.
The sound of sirens, explosions, and gunshots are heard all the time.
"I still underestimated the darkness of human nature. This attack is inseparable from the other two major countries in the world. The continuous improvement of the strength of the headquarters and the emergence of research and development of various other items have caused their uneasiness. If they can't compare, they start to use some weapons. A dirty trick?"
"This move is disgusting. The damage has already been done. The headquarters will definitely suffer this time. Even if we find evidence and question them, they will not admit it. In the end, it will be endless wrangling and nothing will be done."
“You cannot follow the rules when dealing with such people, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.”
“I have really neglected the supernatural world abroad before. I should cultivate a spokesperson who can help me find out the news on the one hand, and do some things that are obviously difficult to do on the other hand.”
Wang Xiaoming thought of the missionaries he had imprisoned in the wilderness of knowledge, and had a preliminary idea in his mind.
At this moment, a yellow rainbow light flashed in the sky, and an old man appeared above the headquarters base.
“Mr. Qin is back!”
Noticing the rainbow light, Wang Xiaoming saw Mr. Qin standing in the air.
In an underground laboratory, an old woman in a Western dress had just thrown away several ghost masters from the headquarters and headed towards the deeper laboratory.
“There are actually a lot of gold buildings used here. It seems that I have found the right place!” A scary smile appeared on the corner of the old woman's mouth.
Because most of the buildings here contain gold, the old woman cannot use the ghost realm to run rampant. She can only control the ghost realm to walk through the passages. Several passages passed smoothly in succession, getting closer and closer to the core laboratory.
Soon, the old woman came to the last passage. Opposite was the core laboratory. The passage was brightly lit, with about twenty lights just a few dozen meters away.
The old woman did not hesitate and manipulated the ghost realm into the passage as before.
Hum!
A vibrating sound came, which was the reaction caused by the confrontation between two supernatural forces.
The moment the old woman entered the passage, she sensed something was wrong. The ghost realm was directly broken. She was also surrounded by the surrounding light, and the supernatural ghosts all over her body were inexplicably suppressed.
“No, this is a trap, these lights are supernatural.”
The old woman tried her best to activate the evil spirits in her body to escape from this passage, but all she got in return was a few strange sounds caused by supernatural collisions.
Can't escape, the constraints of the light are too strong.
In the light, the old woman felt that the walls around her were getting bigger and bigger, and the power of the ghosts she could mobilize was getting weaker and weaker. She knew that if she didn't run, she would have no chance.
“It's such a pity, it's obviously the last step.”
The old woman took out the ticket in her hand and was about to tear it up and escape. Now she could only rely on the ghost train.
(End of this chapter)
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