If you become a monster, you will succeed

I don't know if it was due to the influence of the rules, but the white bear behind him did not attack the car. Instead, it roared angrily after chasing it for a few steps. On both sides of the road, birds and ghosts continued to approach.

"Write, your youthful and wonderful pen will count towards the stars!"

Feng Xue waved his expensive pen, and the pen fairy with a tired face floated out. When he saw the scenery outside, he immediately tightened his clothes and angrily said:

"How come the more you play, the more perverted you become!"

"Where are you thinking? Get rid of these ghosts quickly!"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes and continued to rush forward. Wuxiang's magical power can rise up when faced with an enemy. As long as it is stimulated, there is no need to control it.

It's just that the flying bird has an easier time, but this ghost is a target that is difficult for the inner energy to capture spontaneously.

Hearing this, Bi Xian also knew that something was wrong. She took out her little notebook and dropped the word "death" on the paper one by one. The ragged young ladies in the air suddenly seemed to be put on chains, and they were dragged towards the little girl. Got into the book.

In a few breaths, Feng Xue had already reached the top of the luggage compartment. He did not dare to stop because the snow on the roof would freeze immediately if it fell to the ground for more than one second.

The sticky feeling told him that even if the all-things squeeze driver ignored environmental effects, the field effects would still freeze him in place.

"The whole place freezes without taking the object, so terrifying!"

Once again lamenting that not taking the object is terrible, Feng Xue grabbed a handful of salt and activated the power of "Making the Best Use of Things".

A handful of fine salt was sprinkled on the roof of the luggage car, and the thick layer of snow on the roof immediately melted away, and the sticky feeling under the feet was immediately gone.

Seeing that it was not too late, Feng Xue immediately took out the prepared tripod, fixed the live broadcast drone on the roof of the luggage compartment, and built a snow shelter at the same time, pointing the camera only in the direction of the front of the car.

As for why not put it directly on the front of the car...

Because this kind of long-distance train will change heads midway.

For example, when it left Tianlin Station, the train was still an electric locomotive, but after arriving in Kent, it was replaced by a diesel locomotive. In contrast, the luggage trolley was basically not replaced before arriving at the station. Just access the luggage inside.

After fixing the drone, Feng Xue thought for a moment, then took out the temporary external device and hung it under the fuselage.

"[Ingenuity] Eternal God!" Feeling impressed by the versatility of several of his powers, Feng Xue made the best use of everything and the prop master temporarily gave the plug-in device the characteristics of a phantom, and then walked back all the way.

Looking at the word "death" in various fonts that kept appearing on Bixian's notebook, Feng Xue's desire to complain continued to rise. While spreading salt and clearing the snow along the way, he also arranged the cameras with drone terminals one after another. The top of the carriage ensures that even if the carriage is disconnected, it can be discovered immediately.

After a series of homework was completed, Feng Xue took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. However, only ten minutes had passed. However, considering the possible emergencies in the future, Feng Xue decided to save the remaining time for outdoor homework and raised the roof of the car. Emergency exit, back into the warm and comfortable interior of the car.

Although it was equally dark inside and outside the car, it was not too much trouble for the Kamen Rider with the built-in night vision function. He quickly returned to his room and confirmed that the ghost girl, mango girl and bread girl had not refreshed. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's quite a lot this time. Do you want to order some?"

Bixian, who landed beside Feng Xue, quickly flipped through the small notebook and showed Feng Xue the word "death" written in various fonts on it. Feng Xue glanced at it and said directly:

"Just tell me how many."

"A total of 177. Although the state is a bit strange, it doesn't look like a serious ghost." Bixian clicked on the small book and reported a number. Feng Xue thought for a moment and then said:

"They should all be derivatives. See if you can make a list. If there are real names, just send them to school. It's a pity that the working hell has been released. Otherwise, it would be better to just throw them into the factory to make screws. .”

When Bixian heard Feng Xue's words, his expression looked a little weird, but he still nodded, but before getting back into his pen, he didn't forget to add:

"I'm going to sort out the list slowly. If you have any needs, please contact Taibai!"

…

"What the hell? If possible, I don't want to use this thing!" Feng Xue threw away the pocket watch in her hand, her expression a little subtle.

But now is not the time to talk about this. He climbed into bed, covered his head with a quilt, took out his mobile phone, adjusted the brightness to the lowest, connected the signal of the drone, displayed the picture captured by the camera, and watched The scene of the outside world constantly flying back made me finally feel at ease.

As soon as he relaxed, the tiredness from before suddenly came back to him. In fact, there was no consumption at all throughout the whole day. The only damage was the blow that was given to him during the Tai Sui year.

After all, that was his sensitive perception at its maximum release state. With one cut, it was like polishing the nerve endings with a grinding wheel.

As Feng Xue gradually fell asleep, time also passed little by little. The moment the needle crossed 1 again, a strange friction sound was mixed into the trembling of the train.

"Fuck!" Feng Xue, who had only slept for more than half an hour, woke up from her rest and forcefully swallowed a national curse.

There was no change in the direction of the locomotive displayed on the phone. He slid his finger to switch cameras. Except for a little frost on the surface of the two cameras, there was basically nothing abnormal.

In contrast, it was the frequent noises coming from underneath him that made his head feel even bigger.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

A sound like fingernails scratching a plastic board came from the bed board beneath him, accompanied by a little trembling feeling, as if there was a person lying under his bed, scratching the bed bit by bit with his nails.

"A good friend from the lower bunk?"

Feng Xue curled her lips slightly. Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing could be killed directly, but in the riding instructions of this train, there are rules for maintaining a good relationship with the upper and lower berths.

Feng Xue, who was easily awakened, would have violated the rules by waking up during sleep time. If she bullied the lower bunk again, she might receive some strange sanctions.

Having already experienced being surrounded by flight attendants, he would no longer have the naive idea that the train could not help him. He still maintained the posture of being wrapped in a quilt, just holding the edge of the bed with both hands, making a push-up position, and quietly adjusting his breathing.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

The ghost under the bed dug up bit by bit. As the bed board was dug through, only a thin layer of soft cushions remained. The ghost, who could already imagine the feeling of digging out a heart, immediately speeded up, but... At the moment when the bed was dug through, a face illuminated by the light of the mobile phone under the quilt showed a strange smile.

"???" The ghost under the bed always felt that something was wrong, and immediately wanted to run away, but before she could turn around, a hand stretched out from the hole she dug and grabbed her.

"Want to run? Come up here and it's yours!"

Regarding the five-hour time difference, this is the same sentence. This train has a realistic prototype. If you don’t know, you can check the time difference between Mao Xiong and Flower Planter and Shichibukai. Shichibukai and Flower Planter are in the same time zone. Mao Xiong is different from us. Five hours.

After all, time zones are not strictly based on regions, but based on countries. For example, Northern Xinjiang has the same time zone as the Central Plains, so sometimes it is still dark at nine o'clock.

ps: Regarding deleting posts and banning people, I have said this many times. Except for scolding people as soon as I open my mouth, I rarely delete posts, and I often even stick them to the top. However, Dianniang has a mechanism for swallowing posts, that is, if If you post too many words in the same sentence, or post too many lines between lines, Dianniang will treat you as a quarrel or something, and then delete the post. Sometimes too many posts will be banned. This has nothing to do with the author. (Sometimes even if I speak out of nowhere, I will stop talking).

In addition, because there is no such thing as a list of banned readers in the background, the author himself cannot do anything about it. If anyone knows how to unban the reader, please let me know, because the author himself is often banned for speaking in his own books (after all, the author You also know the frequency of posting between replies)...