The needle girl looked at Jing Yuan carefully and alertly: "Don't lie to me!"

It is not difficult to understand the vigilance of the needle girl. It is like someone who thinks he is a man and has lived as a man for decades. Suddenly someone told him: You are a woman. He will not believe it either.

If Jing Yuan cannot prove that Nen Girl is a living person, then we will immediately fall into a passive position.

It’s not that I don’t believe Jing Yuan’s judgment. What if Jing Yuan can prove that the Needle Girl is not a monster? If she doesn’t wake up the Needle Girl’s memory, the Needle Girl is at most half-believing and half-doubting about us. If she wants her to help, she will have to work harder.

We may not have this time!

Jing Yuan said slowly: "Yes or no, you will know soon."

As Jing Yuan spoke, he walked slowly to the needle girl. The needle girl who had just beaten me to death was like a kitten who saw her master. She stood in front of Jing Yuan with her head raised and was motionless waiting for her master's caress.

When Jing Yuan reached out to touch the other person's head, I almost shouted, but the needle girl standing opposite him did not resist and let Jing Yuan's hand land on his head.

When I looked at the Mao girl who was being watched by Ye Xuan, the other party was also unresponsive.

It shouldn't be said that she didn't respond. Judging from her expression, the hairy girl wanted to struggle, but her hands and feet seemed to be tied to her side, and she couldn't shake her hands after exerting force several times.

Jing Yuan took action just now?

This thought passed through my mind, and I couldn't help but feel shocked.

Jing Yuan made me unable to see through the depth, and holding the fourth young master with me was like walking with a tiger. Not to mention Jing Yuan’s wisdom, the ability to set traps with her calm expression alone is enough to make people shocked.

When I turned to look at Jing Yuan, the Needle Girl was already in tears: "I am really not a Needle Girl, I am just... just an ordinary woman. Fake... My lover, my love is all fake, they have never appeared. Those are all fake."

The Mao girl shouted: "What are you talking about? Don't be deceived!"

"No, really not!" As the needle girl spoke, she took a dagger from Jing Yuan's hand and slashed her arm hard. The bright red blood bead immediately slid down her snow-white palm to the ground. The needle girl pointed to the plum blossom-like blood on the ground and said, "Look, this is not the blood of monsters. We are humans, we are all humans."

When I looked down at the bloodstain, I didn't see any problems and couldn't help frowning.

Needle girl said: "Mr. Mao, don't forget that Qing Ji said that monsters' blood is alive. They will run away when they fall on the ground. Even if we are crushed to pieces, as long as a drop of blood runs out, we will be resurrected. But look at the blood on the ground, have they run away?"

I turned to look at Jing Yuan, and the latter nodded slightly. I understood what she meant: she wanted to tell me that the needle girl in front of me just had a trace of power from a real monster. That part of the power came from the so-called blood that could run.

That drop of blood is the real needle girl!

Although the Mao girl's body was imprisoned by Jing Yuan, the man shook her head desperately: "I don't believe that we are monsters, monsters with powerful power. No matter what we did during our lifetime, we are all monsters."

"We are not..." The needle girl was still arguing but was stopped by Jing Yuan: "No need to argue about anything anymore? She stubbornly believed that she was a monster because she was more obsessed with the power of monsters. Everyone has their own ambitions, let her stay here!"

Jing Yuan nodded to me, and Ye Xuan and I walked towards the next carriage next to the needle girl.

As soon as my toes stepped into the car, a layer of ripples exploded in the empty car. The next moment, the air in the center of the ripples began to explode outwards, and airflows burst out like arrows flying in the sky. Nearby car windows exploded one after another, and the biting cold wind surged from outside the car, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

I used my hand to block my eyes. Qing Ji, who had just escaped, had already appeared in the carriage with a snake body. She was the person who had just exploded the window.

Kiyohito raised his head and said to me, "Congratulations on finally discovering the secret of the train. However, I have to regret to tell you that this secret has no effect on you. Yayoi-joon's soul can enter the carriage of the new man through a human skin. Can you enter the carriage of the dead?"

"You have a secret method in China called "The True Soul Out of Body, right? I can tell you very responsibly that the True Soul Out of Body is still not the Dead, and you will never want to enter the next carriage. Unless you are willing to commit suicide like Yayoi Toshi, maybe there is a chance to contact your companion in the Dead's carriage."

Qing Ji smiled and said, "Actually, you are not wrong. There is indeed a gap in space in this carriage, which can make people come and go freely. For example, I can walk into the carriage of a stranger. If someone among you is willing to sacrifice yourself, you can follow him. When he enters another space, you will find that gap."

Qingji suddenly thought of something when she said this: "I forgot to tell you. Xin Taiyong is in the space of the Dead. If you find him, you may get the secret of the train."

Qingji said slowly, "This is what you say, believe it or not."

When Qingji was speaking just now, I found that her breath was getting weaker and weaker. When she said the last few words, the hideous snake body collapsed softly to the ground.

Ye Xuan tentatively touched Qing Ji's body twice: "Die!"

"Go back first!" When I blocked the needle girl behind me and returned to the original carriage bit by bit, the hairy girl who was fixed by Jing Yuan was already sitting in the seat and silenced.

The body of the Mao girl was staring at the direction of the carriage door with her eyes open, as if she was deliberately watching how we walked back from the carriage.

Although the corpse's eyes had lost their spirit, I felt a sneer in her eyes - she was laughing at us.

It should be said that the person who killed the Mao girl would laugh at us with her body and laughed at us for not seeing through his situation.

I simply sat down not far from the hairy girl's body: "Jing Yuan, do you think, are we doing something wrong?"

Jing Yuan was also thinking hard: "I was also wondering, what did we do wrong? I thought that we had already taken the initiative, so how could we fall into a disadvantage so easily? There are so many people in and outside the car, and we are giving us a reminder, why are we wrong?"

I pondered slightly and said, "Qingji, Mao Nu are all dead. What is the point of their death? I mean, if this is a game, what role will their death play in the entire layout?"
Chapter completed!