Weird Survival: I can devour thousands of talents

Chapter 223 222: Don’t order! Happy New Year!

The night falls low, and the moonlight is like water.

The silvery-white light sprinkled on the deserted railway tracks.

Ling Xiao stood at the edge of the train platform, looking at the ancient and mysterious train in front of him, with an indescribable sense of oppression in his heart.

The train body was as black as ink, as if swallowing up the surrounding light. The steam from the front of the train spewed out white mist, like a giant dragon roaring.

Ancient runes were carved on the train carriages. These runes shone with a faint blue light under the moonlight, as if telling unknown secrets.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the train steps. The carriage was filled with a rotten smell mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made people shudder.

The interior of the carriage was dim and cramped, its wooden seats covered in dust and cobwebs, as if no one had been there for a long time. A dim light shone from the ceiling chandelier, casting mottled shadows.

Ling Xiao walked forward cautiously, each step accompanied by a slight creaking sound, as if the entire train was whispering.

"Where is this place?"

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the carriage, making it seem particularly empty.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from the end of the carriage, causing Ling Xiao's hair to flutter. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his knife and looked warily towards the source of the wind.

At this moment, a blurry figure slowly emerged from the darkness. It was a woman wearing a tattered kimono. Her face was pale, her eyes were empty, and there was a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Welcome to the Ghost Train."

The woman's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down, and the blade in his hand reflected a cold light.

"Who are you? Why do you want me to board this train?"

He asked in a deep voice. The woman slowly raised her hand and pointed to the end of the train.

"There is a secret hidden here, a secret that only you can unravel." There was a temptation in her voice, as if guiding Ling Xiao to explore deeper.

Ling Xiao's gaze was fixed on the woman. He knew this was a dangerous game, but he had no way out. He slowly walked forward, each step like treading on the edge of an abyss. The woman's figure gradually blurred, eventually disappearing into the darkness, leaving only a low laugh echoing through the carriage.

The train suddenly started, the body of the train shook slightly and made a heavy roar.

Ling Xiao gripped the handrail tightly, steadying himself. He could feel the train accelerating, as if it were taking him into an unknown abyss. The lights inside the carriage grew dimmer, and a suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.

Ling Xiao's breathing became increasingly rapid, his heartbeats as loud as drums. He knew that countless dangers were hidden on this train, and he had to face them.

Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the other end of the carriage, the sound was full of pain and fear.

Ling Xiao's heart sank, and he immediately ran towards the sound. The air in the car seemed to become sticky, and every step felt like struggling in a quagmire.

When he reached the end of the carriage, the sight before him made him gasp.

A huge evil ghost was standing there. Its body was tall and twisted, its skin was a strange blue-black color, and its eyes were like burning flames, emitting an evil light.

Its claws were as sharp as knives, and it was grabbing the body of a passenger. Blood dripped from the body, making a disgusting sound.

"Let her go!" Ling Xiao roared, brandishing his knife and charging at the evil ghost. The evil ghost raised his head and revealed a ferocious smile.

"You think you can stop me?" Its deep voice was filled with sarcasm. Ling Xiao didn't answer. The blade in his hand flashed with a cold light and went straight for the evil ghost's throat.

The demon reacted quickly, waving its claws to block the blade and letting out a deafening roar. Ling Xiao felt a powerful force coming from the demon's claws, his arm almost paralyzed. But he didn't retreat, instead swinging the knife even harder.

The blade and claws collided, making a crisp metallic sound. Every blow from Ling Xiao was filled with anger and determination, and the evil ghost responded with powerful strength and evil momentum.

The two men engaged in a fierce battle in the narrow carriage, with the flashes of swords and the shadows of claws intertwined, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and the sound of metal clashing.

Just when Ling Xiao was about to gain the upper hand, the evil ghost suddenly let out a long, shrill howl, and its body instantly became transparent, as if it had merged into the air.

Ling Xiao's blade missed, he felt something was wrong and turned around immediately.

However, it was too late. The evil ghost's claws pierced his shoulder from behind, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

"Ah!" Ling Xiao screamed in pain, but he did not fall down.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and stabbed the evil ghost in the abdomen with his backhand.

The evil ghost screamed as the blade pierced its body, but it did not die. Instead, it became even more frantic. It swung its claws, trying to tear Ling Xiao into pieces.

Ling Xiao felt his strength slipping away bit by bit, but he knew he couldn't give up.

He used all his strength to stab the blade deep into the demon's body, while using his other hand to hold the demon's claws tightly to prevent it from hurting him further.

"go to hell!"

Ling Xiao roared angrily and twisted the blade vigorously. The evil ghost let out a shrill scream, its body began to tremble violently, and finally turned into a black mist and dissipated into the air.

Ling Xiao felt the pressure on his shoulders disappear instantly. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his body was shaking due to excessive blood loss.

"You can't win."

A weak voice came from behind him. Ling Xiao turned his head with difficulty and saw the woman in the tattered kimono standing there. Her face was even paler, and there was a hint of despair in her eyes.

"This is the realm of evil spirits. You can't leave here alive."

She whispered. "I won't give up."

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake. "I want to find out the secret here and break this curse."

A complex emotion flashed in the woman's eyes, and she slowly raised her hand and pointed to the end of the train.

"That's where the train ends, and it's also your only hope."

Ling Xiao nodded. He knew that this was a life-and-death battle, but he had no way out.

He slowly stood up, endured the severe pain in his shoulder, and walked towards the end of the train.

The lights in the carriage grew dimmer, and a suffocating feeling of oppression filled the air.

But he did not stop. Each of his steps was firm and powerful, as if he was declaring war on fate. The train continued to move forward in the darkness, as if there would be no end.

Ling Xiao's heart was filled with determination. He knew that no matter how many dangers lay ahead, he would not retreat. He knew that only by breaking the curse could he be truly free.

The train slowly stopped in dead silence, and the lights in the carriage flickered, as if they would go out at any time.

Ling Xiao stood at the end of the carriage, the wound on his shoulder still aching, but he had no time to pay attention. His eyes were fixed on the front, where stood a figure, a figure he had never seen before.

He was a man in a black cloak. The hood of the cloak covered his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, which flashed with an elusive light.

He stood in the last carriage of the train, like a ghost walking out of the darkness, giving people a mysterious and unapproachable feeling.

"Who are you?" Ling Xiao's voice echoed in the carriage, a hint of caution. The man slowly raised his head, his voice low and calm, as if coming from a distant time and space.

"I am the guardian of this train. You can call me Yeying." Ling Xiao frowned. He had never heard of this name, but he could feel the powerful aura emanating from this man.

"Guardian? What are you doing here?" Ye Ying smiled faintly, a hint of helplessness in her smile. "I'm waiting here for someone who can break the curse, and you are that person." A hint of doubt flashed through Ling Xiao's mind, but he didn't have time to delve into it.

"Unlock the curse? How?" Ye Ying took a step forward, his figure standing tall in the dim light. "This train is shrouded in an ancient curse. Only by finding its source can it be unblocked.

And I can help you." Ling Xiao's eyes became more alert. "Why help me? What's your purpose?" Ye Ying's laughter echoed in the car, with a hint of bitterness in it.

"My purpose is very simple. I have been trapped on this train for too long and I long for freedom. And breaking the curse is our only hope." Ling Xiao was silent for a moment. He knew that there might be some truth in Ye Ying's words, but he could not trust anyone easily.

Especially on this train full of evil spirits.

"So what price do you want me to pay?"

A complex expression crossed Ye Ying's face, a flicker of struggle in his eyes. "The price is your soul." Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze turned icy. "My soul?" Ye Ying nodded.

"Yes, only a pure soul can be sacrificed to break the curse. And you possess the purest soul."

Countless images flashed through Ling Xiao's mind: his family, his friends, and the faith he had always held. He couldn't give up his soul easily, but he also couldn't give up the chance to break the curse. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Is there any other way?" Ye Ying shook his head. "No, this is the only way. If you don't want to, I can take you off this train, but the curse will remain forever."

Ling Xiao's heart was filled with contradictions. He knew that Ye Ying's words might be true, but he couldn't give up his soul so easily. He needed time to think and look for other possibilities. He slowly raised his head and looked at Ye Ying with a firm gaze.

"Give me time to find another way."

Ye Ying was silent for a moment, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he finally nodded. "Okay, I'll give you some time. But remember, time is running out."

Ling Xiao nodded, knowing this might be his only chance. He slowly turned around and walked towards the front of the train.

His heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness, but he knew that he had to find a way to break the curse, otherwise he would be trapped on this train forever. The train started again, the car body shaking slightly and making a heavy roar.

Ling Xiao stood in the middle of the carriage, his eyes fixed on the front, as if looking for something.

His heart was filled with determination, and he knew that he had to find a way to break the curse, otherwise he would lose his freedom forever.

The train moved slowly forward in the darkness, its body emitting a slight vibration, as if whispering. Ling Xiao stood in the center of the carriage, his eyes fixed on the front, his heart filled with anxiety and doubt.

The train lights flickered, and a suffocating feeling of oppression permeated the carriage. His shoulder injury was still aching, but his attention had long been occupied by Ye Ying's words.

"The source of the curse is on this train?" Ling Xiao whispered to himself, his voice echoing through the carriage, making it seem especially empty. He slowly walked forward, each step feeling incredibly heavy. The air inside the carriage seemed thick and sticky, and each step felt like struggling in a quagmire.

His heart was full of contradictions. He didn't know if he could find a way to break the curse, but he knew he had to try. The train compartment was filled with an unsettling atmosphere, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him in the darkness.

Ling Xiao's breathing became increasingly rapid, his heartbeats as loud as drums. He knew that countless dangers were hidden on this train, and he had to face them.

Ling Xiao entered the next carriage of the train. The lights here were even dimmer, and the air was filled with a sense of decay. On either side of the carriage stood a number of ancient wooden boxes, engraved with mysterious runes that shimmered a faint blue light under the dim light.

He slowly walked towards one of the wooden boxes and reached out to touch it gently. The surface of the box was cold and rough, and the runes trembled slightly under his fingertips, as if they had life.

Ling Xiao felt a flicker of unease, but he didn't flinch. He took a deep breath and forcefully opened the wooden box. Inside was nothing but a piece of yellowed parchment. Written in ancient script, Ling Xiao carefully deciphered it and discovered it contained a record of a curse.

"This train is shrouded in an ancient curse that can only be broken by finding its source.

The source of the curse lies somewhere on the train. A glimmer of hope flashed through Ling Xiao's mind. He knew this might be the key to unlocking the curse. He carefully put the parchment away and continued walking forward.

The train continued to move forward, its body emitting a heavy rumble. Ling Xiao walked into the next car of the train. The lights here were even dimmer, and the air was filled with an unsettling atmosphere. Suddenly, a strange music came from the end of the car.

It was a low, hoarse melody, as if coming from the depths of hell. Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the knife handle, looking warily at the source of the music.

He walked forward slowly, each step seeming particularly heavy.

(End of this chapter)