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, telling him to look to one side.

It is on the right side of Jiangcheng, with an aisle in the middle. There is a person with his head lowered, as if he is 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 you do it rashly, you may be caught off guard and the short blade will pierce your back.

The Japanese 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 vouch for that." 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!"

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 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 of all of you here."

"I came here because of an accident, but more likely, I will die here, just 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 surrender!"

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 for being weak!"

"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?"

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

A Japanese guard hiding in the dark got angry and struck 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 far away.

At that time, they thought it was a fight.

"Fight them!" A voice with a draconic 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, old people, 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.

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 released and condensed into a terrifying force.

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

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

At that time he was crawling under the table.

Not bothering to listen to his explanation, Jiang Cheng kicked him to the ground. Then angry people swarmed him, and his fate was foreseeable.

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 places. For example, no matter how much noise there was in the carriage, he could only be seen on the train's glass.

It was as if everything he experienced did not exist.

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

"I have to walk the rest of the way 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."

When Jiang Cheng opened the door in front of him, his heart felt even heavier.

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

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

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

Both the former Liu Laizi and the child who came back from the dead are just the shell of this scarecrow.

And the meaning of their existence is just to pass on that weird and twisted will.

"Stab it."

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

It's Fu Fu.

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

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

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

It's like there are hands there, pulling it.

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

"none?"

Jiang Cheng immediately understood Wu's plan, and he also set his sights on this scarecrow. It was also strange, 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 turn them into ghost stories.

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

This was originally a world built by a scarecrow. Now that the body has been taken away by Wu, the space naturally collapses.

The next second, there was nothing under their feet, 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 my nose.

This is a hillside that looks familiar.

Just near Greystone Town.

"Doctor!" The fat man's scary loud voice frightened Jiang Cheng, and he immediately turned his head, just in time to face the fat man's big face.
Chapter completed!