The Creators: From Night City

"You go back to the hotel first and take the horses to chase me."

Jiang Bing stared at the wilderness without blinking, suddenly gave the two of them an instruction, and started walking out along the railway.

This sudden action startled the two men, but they quickly reacted and returned to the hotel.

One of them rode a horse and the other drove a car, and they soon caught up with Jiang Bing who was parked somewhere.

There was no light at night in the wilderness, only the twinkling stars in the sky, illuminating the travel oil lamp on the wagon.

Just as the two were confused, a white mist spread from the distant night, from far to near, from light to thick.

Soon, the white fog around them was so thick that even the two mortals could see clearly.

Something was coming towards us on the distant railroad tracks.

But what was coming was not the iron train with billowing smoke as usual, but a blurry white shadow.

The shadow roughly showed the outline of the train, but it made no sound while moving.

Ghost train!

There was no vibration of rails, no whistling of wind, no whistle, and the chirping of insects and birds in the pitch-black forest had disappeared.

It seemed as if all living things had died at this moment.

This scene made the tough guy Arthur turn pale and sweat broke out.

As for the maid, a symphony had already begun playing between her upper and lower jaws.

Even the horses were very irritable at this moment, paddling the ground with their hooves and pushing their feet back and forth restlessly.

Only Jiang Bing had a calm face as he watched the ghost train approaching from afar.

Finally, the illusory train came closer along the rails, and its originally blurry outline gradually became clear. The iconic front chimney of the steam locomotive was continuously spewing out a large amount of white smoke.

The smoke appeared cold white in the moonlight, fine and sticky, as if the boiler was burning bones as firewood.

The thick smoke spread into the surroundings, but did not disappear. Instead, it enveloped the train as it moved forward.

The wheels kept rotating driven by an unknown power, driving the train forward.

The carriage was filled with blurry figures.

The scene that should have been accompanied by a rumbling roar seemed silent under the dim moon.

This abnormal fact almost suffocated the two of them. Margaret wanted to drive away with trembling hands and feet, but fear made it difficult for her to lift her arms and even made it difficult for her to breathe.

Just when she felt that she was about to suffocate to death, Jiang Bing reached out and placed his hand on the maid's shoulder.

"calm!"

Chapter 209 The Great Train Robbery (Fantasy Version)

The maid screamed in her heart, "Calm down! How can I calm down? Who wouldn't get their scalp tingling after seeing this?!"

Jiang Bing's slender and smooth palms were like a furnace, and waves of heat spread from his shoulders to the maid's whole body.

Although she was still in inexplicable panic, she finally regained her normal breathing.

You really can't blame her for being cowardly in this matter. There is something special about that ghost train.

As a typical creation of the dead, it emits a faint breath of death indiscriminately.

Roughly equivalent to a weaker fear aura.

Arthur put his hands on the revolver at his waist. Although his face was pale, he did not show any panic. He was calm and strong-willed, but the horse under him was not as strong as him and was restless.

He could only steer the horse away from the railway.

Contrary to the other two, Jiang Bing did not retreat but advanced and stood by the railway.

As the two men watched in awe, he stretched out his palm to meet the oncoming ghost train.

The moment the two brushed past each other, Jiang Bing thrust his arm straight into the clear yet illusory body of the ghost train, as if stirring a thick white mist. As the train moved forward, the image of the train disintegrated and collapsed from where Jiang Bing's hand reached out.

The scene became very strange.

The space was divided into two halves. On one side was a ghost train roaring on the railway, and on the other side was a thick and ethereal fog that was rolling and changing.

Jiang Bing was close enough to see every passenger in the carriage clearly. He stared at the blurry pig tails behind their heads, remaining silent.

Arthur swore that he had never expected to experience such an incredible thing in his life, and he had never seen anyone as daring as Jiang Bing.

The dozens of meters long train whizzed past in the blink of an eye. When it reached the last carriage, Jiang Bing's eyes suddenly retracted.

A man wearing a top hat and a tuxedo, leaning on a walking stick, sat at the end of the train, staring at Jiang Bing.

Mo Laiyou, a word flashed through Jiang Bing's mind.

'Top hat man!'

The other person was completely different from the other clueless passengers. His face, made of white mist, turned slightly towards Jiang Bing. As he passed by him, he suddenly took off his hat and gestured to him.

However, the body made of white mist had no specific shape. After touching Jiang Bing's outstretched palm, the other party and the last carriage were disrupted into a ball of disordered white mist.

The white mist that made up the ghost train dissipated and condensed into a huge ball, which continued to expand and contract as if a terrifying thing was brewing inside. After floating for a distance, it condensed into the shape of a train again.

"Mr. Sable! Are you okay?"

The maid was timid, wanting to go forward but not daring to, so she could only shout loudly.

Arthur was holding a notebook and scribbling quickly.

Jiang Bing rubbed his fingers, recalling the feeling this strange ghost phenomenon brought him.

The train that did not belong to the living was filled with the rich echoes of death and was filled with the breath of "creation".

Jiang Bing didn't find the tall hat man at all out of place in the carriage filled with Chinese people.

Thinking of the mine collapse just now, Jiang Bing seemed to have grasped something.

"Catch up."

He threw down a word and rushed into the carriage.

The huge weight caused the caravan to shake.

The maid was trembling like a sieve, but the weekly salary of $25 and the $100 bonus for following Jiang Bingyong to break into the Gray family made her immediately throw the reins without hesitation and head towards the place where the ghost train left.

This incident fully demonstrates that as long as the remuneration is adequate, workers will dare to do anything.

Arthur finished his paperwork and rode off to catch up.

To be honest, Arthur had chased trains, climbed trains, and robbed trains many times, but this was the first time he had chased a ghost train made of fog.

Fortunately, compared to a head-on collision with the other party, the horror of falling far behind the ghost train is nothing.

A speeding train, a bright moon hanging high in the sky, the wild and empty western plains, tumbleweeds rolling by from time to time, fast horses, covered wagons, and men with guns.

The Great Train Robbery - a fantasy western shootout.

The ghost train is neither fast nor slow, but it just keeps going.

The three of them followed behind him, chasing him until the moon was above the willow branches, but it still showed no sign of stopping or disappearing.

It looked like a cold and unintelligent metal creature. It turned onto an obviously abandoned railway and continued running.

"Margaret, there's a cliff ahead."

Arthur had been wandering in the west all day and was very familiar with the terrain nearby. He pulled the reins, slowed down the horse, and shouted a warning to prevent the maid from falling off the cliff due to limited vision at night and unable to stop the horse.

Sure enough, a canyon more than 20 meters wide cut the road in half.

The wooden bridge originally built across the canyon has long been damaged, and the railway is broken at the edge of the cliff.

But the ghost train did not stop, it drove straight out of the edge of the canyon and continued to speed forward along a vague aerial railway formed by the fog.

A few more bricks will have to be added to Sir Newton's coffin.

"There's no way forward, Mr. Sable," Arthur shouted.

"Take a detour."

Jiang Bing pushed the door open and got out of the car. Under the two people's dull gazes, he ran at a speed that would have deterred a horse. He passed Arthur who was leading the way in front. The airflow he caused lifted up the other's gambler's hat, and it turned into a blurred shadow under the moonlight, flashing to the edge of the canyon.

The next moment, a wave of dust rose under Jiang Bing's feet, accompanied by a sound like an explosion. He bent his knees and pushed off the ground, soaring into the sky like a cannonball, easily crossing the chasm, and smashing a big hole in the ground on the opposite bank. He continued to move forward, closely following the ghost train, and disappeared into the night.

Only two stunned people were left standing at the edge of the canyon, staring at each other.

The maid clenched her jaw with difficulty and turned to the side: "Arthur, the sir must have jumped over."

Arthur, AKA the western bandit, rubbed the revolver at his waist, sniffed subconsciously, and was dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

I really learned a lot tonight.

He took out his diary again, recorded the situation, and then looked up the nearby topographic map to see if he could take a detour.

Jiang Bing, unaware that his heroic deeds had been recorded, followed the ghost train forward with ease. After running for another hour or so, he finally entered a mudflat.

The railway went straight along the edge of the mudflat, but the ghost train suddenly turned and rushed into the forest on the mudflat along the illusory railway in the white mist that reappeared.

The train was divided into a cloud of mist by the branches, and as it continued to rush forward, it merged into the swaying shadows of the trees in the mud.

The forest was impenetrable, and the humid environment made everything smell of decay.

Obviously, there is something here.

Jiang Bing followed in without hesitation.

The ground was full of mud, but fortunately there was a path in the woods that was trampled out by horse hooves and wheels.

The wind blows through the forest, hitting the leaves, making a rustling sound.

The mist was thick and lingering around the world, making the forest scenery hazy and everything unclear.

The dense forest cuts the moonlight into sparse patches, forming a chaotic mixture of light and dark.

There is no one in the deep mountains and old forests.

According to common sense, it is a good place to be haunted.

So Jiang Bingzhen met a ghost.

Chapter 210 Ghost Girl

This is a ghost.

But not the one that's roaming over Europe.

Just an ordinary female ghost.

That is why she did not provoke the combined efforts of all the powers of old Europe, the Pope and the Tsar, Metternich and Guizot, the French radicals and the German police.

She is like a ghost train, her body made up of cold white mist and her soul made up of the echoes of the dead.

She was wearing a long fluffy gauze dress, standing silently in the woods in the distance.

White mist surrounded her face, making it hard to tell whether she was looking at the sky or staring at herself.

If you look closely, the other person's figure begins to flicker, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Most people would probably be trembling with fear and want to leave at this time.

But who is Boss Jiang? He is someone who would have to taste the saltiness of even the thickest soup of Nurgle.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and with the support of the air current, he came to the other party almost without touching the ground.

This is indeed a woman, a typical white girl.

When he looked closer, Jiang Bing realized that the gauze dress she was wearing should be a wedding dress. Her head was lowered and her face could not be seen.

Wisps of white mist surged towards her from the woods in all directions, trying to pull her away from here, but she could only merge with it in vain, and instead strengthened her origin.

In the eyes of the 'craftsman', the ghost was reduced to a simple white form, with countless pale chaotic magic filling her body and rooted in the land beneath her.

Earthbound spirit.

It's not something rare.

"It seems this lady is worried about something, as she is not sleeping at this hour of the night."

The other party did not respond to any words and just stood there.

So Jiang Bing began to mobilize the chaotic magic power around him.