I'm not a theatre god

Clang-clang-clang-clang-

The bone-chilling cold wind swept over the desolate land, the gray sky blocked the skylight, and above the dark and broken earth, a beam of dazzling light rushed along the rails from a distance.

It was a train speeding in the gray world. Dense spells were entrenched on the surface of the train and the rails, emitting a faint light. As it roared past, flying sand and gravel danced and swept along both sides of the rails.

At this time, in a certain carriage of the train, a young man wearing small round sunglasses yawned lazily.

There didn't seem to be many passengers in this boundary train. Since the news of the Wuji Realm spread, people in other realms felt the turbulence of the times. Those who could travel across realms at this juncture basically had something they had to do or were not afraid of death.

"Hello, sir, is this your luggage?" A figure passed by the empty carriage and pointed to a lion headgear on the seat next to him and asked.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"We're about to arrive at the station, and the car will start to slow down... For safety, please fasten its seat belt to prevent it from rolling out."

"Okay."

As he spoke, the young man smiled brightly, then pulled out the seat belt on the empty seat next to him and tied the lion headgear to the seat.

Clang--

The train merged from one track to another, heading straight to the end of the horizon.

When the attendant walked away, the young man looked back out the window again.

Suddenly,

He seemed to see something, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes, muttering:

"Strange... Am I dazzled? Why are there two people over there?"

Looking out through the glass of the train, not far from the track, a figure could be vaguely seen walking on the dark ground, and he was carrying another figure covered in blood on his back, motionless, like a corpse.

You have to know that this is the Gray Realm, where humans cannot survive at all. They will be torn to pieces by the disasters that attract them after a short stay... unless they are of a high rank and can fight their way out on their own. So when the young man saw someone walking in the Gray Realm, his eyes were full of confusion.

When he looked through the train window and saw the embarrassed figure outside the window, the figure also saw the train whizzing by.

"Train?! Realm train?!!"

Jian Changsheng was stunned for half a second, and then he ran towards the train with Chen Ling on his back like crazy!

Jian Changsheng was extremely depressed.

Since he was "slandered" by Chen Ling not long ago, Chen Ling was seriously injured and fell headfirst... Jian Changsheng was also confused. While cursing, he carried Chen Ling on his back and ran along the train tracks at full speed.

Last time, Chen Ling also blew himself up without saying a word. If Chu Muyun hadn't rescued him immediately, Chen Ling would not have made it to the Red Dust Realm... Although Chen Ling's injuries were not so serious this time, he had a broken arm and his heart was ripped out, which looked even more terrifying on the surface.

"You red heart, are you kidding me?!"

"You said you wouldn't explode this time, but it exploded again?? Last time, there were a group of people around you, but this time it's just me! You really know how to increase my strength!!"

"I'm carrying you, definitely not to save you... I'm afraid that if I leave you behind, those disasters will smell the smell and follow me. You are just a talisman ornament in my place, understand?"

"..."

"Damn, can't this car drive slower?!"

Jian Changsheng's legs swung rapidly in the gray world, but he still couldn't catch up with the whizzing train. He gritted his teeth, bit his fingers directly, and began to flash with [Blood Dropping Tuo] to hurry on.

…

“Interesting…”

Inside the train, the young man watched Jian Changsheng move away with blood gushing out, thinking.

“His rank is not high, but he can move freely in the gray world… Could he be a member of the Jiangtian Sect? No, they can’t obtain the divine way… This is strange… Could he be a fusionist?”

“Someone!! No, the disaster is following the train!”

Just as the young man was thinking, several attendants hurriedly ran past from behind, “Go tell the conductor! Speed ​​up and get rid of them!”

“There are spells on the train, which should be able to drive away those disasters… How can there be disasters that can actively approach?”

“I don’t know! Those two disasters are covered in blood, they look too scary!”

“We must not let them get close to the train, otherwise everyone in this car will be in danger of life!!”

“…”

The attendants did not have such good eyesight, and directly regarded Jian Changsheng and the others as disasters, but they could not be blamed. In addition to disasters, there were no other options that could move in the gray world. Even if there were (such as the Jiangtian Sect and the Fusion Sect), they were more terrifying than disasters!

In addition, Jian Changsheng was carrying a bloody "corpse" on his back, running wildly with blood gushing out. He didn't look like a good person at all.

Clang-clang-clang-! !

With the roar of the whistle, the train accelerated again!

Jian Changsheng, who was about to touch the end of the train, was forcibly pulled away, and he was anxious and his veins bulged!

"Are you kidding me?!" Jian Changsheng widened his eyes and cursed.

But he had no choice. If he couldn't get on this train, he could only walk to the Tianshu Realm on his own... and he had to carry the half-dead Chen Ling on his back.

Jian Changsheng was unwilling to give up, so he cut another bloody wound on his wrist, and then rushed into a bloody color again, like a hellish blood ghost, madly approaching the train!

His eyes were red.

…

"It's faster!!"

The train attendants shouted in fear.

"What's going on? Can't get rid of it?"

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

"No, the Tianshu Realm is ahead. If we speed up, we won't have time to slow down. We will rush through the platform and hit other places in the realm!"

"What should we do???"

"..."

The panic spread in the carriage, and everything was in chaos.

The young man sitting by the window saw this, frowning more and more, and after hesitating for a moment, he still sighed... He unfastened the seat belt of the lion headgear, stood up and walked straight to the back of the train.

"Sir...!"

"Don't worry about me, just keep driving." The young man pushed the small round sunglasses on his nose, turned around and smiled at everyone, "I promise, it can't catch up."

After that, he walked towards the last carriage without looking back.

The black Tang suit gradually disappeared from the crew's vision. They looked at each other with deep confusion in their eyes...

...

Faster!

Faster! !

Jian Changsheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he had already pushed [Dripping Blood Tower] to the extreme, getting closer and closer to the rear of the train...

Just then, the metal door at the rear of the train slowly opened with a creaking sound.