The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

In the first compartment.

The man sat straddling the chair that he had brought from nowhere, with one hand resting on the back of the chair, one leg crossed over the other, in an extremely arrogant sitting posture.

The subway drivers and passengers were bundled into twists and thrown aside.

There is an old-fashioned radio at his feet, which is the one playing old songs, and he himself is closing his eyes, shaking with the rhythm of the songs with great enjoyment.

Old Song was cheerful, and he was also in a good mood, and even the tone of the negotiation was much lighter: "I need 300 million cash bills, without any markings, and a car full of fuel."

"I hope you don't play tricks. The entire subway passengers are my hostages. I can detonate the bomb at any time. I will only disarm the bomb when I reach a safe place."

He just said what he wanted to say, and immediately cut off the phone without waiting for the other party's response—no, he smashed the phone.

"Crack" sound.

The passengers in the first car trembled.

The man is in a very happy mood.

The man is not worried that anyone will disrupt his plan, even if a celestial master comes to him, he is not afraid.

Human beings are the most important creatures he has ever seen. As long as the lives of the passengers in this car are in his hands, no one can touch him.

He even enjoyed the scene.

Chaos, fear, these are his favorite things engraved in his bones as a ghost.

While he was enjoying the mess he had caused, a fire extinguisher flew towards him.

The radio at the foot made a "hum" sound, and a barrier appeared out of thin air in front of the man, blocking the fire extinguisher.

"Who?!" The man looked up.

I saw a young man with half of his earphones hanging lazily leaning against the door frame: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

slippery?Slide a fire extinguisher? !

The key point is that he can still lick shamelessly and ask again: "Can you give it back to me gently?"

"..."

"Okay." An Xue stood up straight, "I knew it wouldn't work, so I'll go over there?"

When he said the past, he passed immediately, without giving the man any time to react, he appeared in front of the man at a speed close to teleportation, bent his knees and raised his legs, kicked the man's lower abdomen, and when he was curled up in pain, he precisely hit the back of the head with his elbow , two strokes, three seconds, the man was beaten to the ground.

An Xue stepped on the radio, bent down to observe for a while, then turned around and asked, "Is this your ability? The radio? You need to carry it when you do it—"

Do you need to carry it on your shoulders?

Before he could finish asking, the radio seemed to be stuck, making a sound like fingernails scratching the blackboard. The rhythm of the old song changed, speeding up, and speeding up again. white mist.

The man asked him, "Who are you?"

He was just asking, and didn't need An Xue to answer.

The white mist gathered and chopped towards An Xue at an extremely fast speed.

An Xue dodged sideways, and by the way, untied the ropes that bound the driver and passengers.

The white mist hit the wall, and the flames splashed in all directions, and the place it touched was instantly scorched black.

"It's dangerous for you to do this." An Xue helped up one of the drivers and passengers whose legs were weak and couldn't stand upright, and snapped her fingers.

In an instant, the people in the first compartment were transferred to other compartments.

The man looked at the empty carriage, stared quietly at the young man in front of him, put on a posture, and said two words: "Tianshi."

"Ah." An Xue should not be distracted, he couldn't even arouse interest, and said perfunctorily, "It's been exposed."

The Celestial Master of the Special Administration Bureau has only one mission.

Catch ghosts, expel ghosts, and eliminate ghosts in really tricky situations.

Maybe they knew An Xue's identity.

The man started a frantic attack.

The old songs on the radio kept switching, and each time it would cause explosions of varying degrees, setting off bursts of smoke.

Thick smoke covered the boy's figure.

Then he heard a sigh through the smoke.

An Xue's tone was lazy, lacking energy: "It's so boring, it's the first time, I'm not very proficient in business."

He stepped out from the thick smoke, the loose clothes did not press down on the sharp shoulders.

He never showed much expression: "Sorry, I haven't seen this for a long time..."

An Xue thought about the adjective, and finally decided not to save face for the robber, "He has no brains."

Step by step, he walked towards the robber.

Lao Ge kept switching, and countless white mist hit him at the same time. The attack seemed to be hit into the water. An Xue took it all, but was unscathed, and the sound of footsteps was still gradually approaching.

"The amount you withdraw is too large, or cash... May I ask if you have considered the weight of the cash? How can you escape? This is the era of electronic payment. If you can learn more about human society, you probably won't look so stupid. "

"The car you need is impossible to drive into the subway station. How likely do you think you will be able to walk to the car from here? Comprehensive escape routes, escape time, and escape probability. Obviously, hijacking the subway is not the best way. Good choice."

An Xue came to the robbers and raised her eyes.

His pupils were very dark, like a cold spring on a winter night, and the tails of his eyes drooped slightly, lazily giving off a bit of contempt.

An Xue: "You should grab the plane, at least you can jump if you can't beat it."

fed up.

The man tapped the play button on the radio, blatantly threatening: "Do you want the whole car to be buried with you?"

An Xue glanced at him lightly, her eyes half downcast: "You press it."

His voice is still not very motivated, no brains, he has never been very interested.

So troublesome, so annoying, so sleepy, so sleepy.

He even changed the song, and after listening to the prelude for half a minute, he looked up and found that the robber's face had sunk.

He kept pressing and trying to detonate the bomb, but there was no response.

An Xue lightly grabbed his shoulder, with a lazy expression: "You directly exposed the location of the bomb from the very beginning."

He walked past the robber and let go.

In the next second, with a "bang", the radio fell, and the robber clutched his chest tightly, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

His heart beat fast, his veins swelled and swelled—

An Xue walked out of the first compartment, and pulled up the transparent partition between the compartments.

He put on the other earphone, it was still pure music, the sound of the piano gradually slowed down and came to an end.

There was a muffled sound from behind.

Blood splattered on the partition.

The robbers were incapacitated, but rescuers had to walk in because the subway was stuck in the tunnel.

After all, the drivers and passengers had received professional training, and quickly recovered their composure, and cooperated with the rescuers to guide the passengers out of the car.

There was a looming alarm bell coming from outside the tunnel.

——Someone from the Special Administration should be here.

The subway hijacking was bad in nature, and the number of people involved was so large that it had to be handled by the Special Administration.

All subway passengers were evacuated.

The train was empty except for the first carriage.

The robber is still there.

When ghosts are defeated and captured, they need special handcuffs. Unfortunately, An Xue is not at work at the moment, so she doesn't have them on her body, so she can only wait for other celestial masters nearby.

"Ccrunch."

There was a sound like bones rattling in the carriage.

Crunch, crunch...

In the dark subway car, the ghost that was lying on the ground moved.

His back bulged, his torso was bent into an extremely twisted arc, his head swelled like a blown balloon, his facial features were distorted, his eyeballs were squeezed to the top of his head, and the other eye grew a sharp horn.His hands also began to deform, growing arthropod-like joints and bones.

——This is his true form.

The transformed ghost was extremely fast. He tore open the door, roared, and let out a ferocious cry from his throat like a bellows with a hole in it. His arms began to grow sharp thorns, resembling the shape of a praying mantis or other predatory insects.

—he overtook the crowd and charged at a child!

Just before the spike was about to pierce the child, An Xue appeared in front of him and kicked the child away. The child rolled twice on the ground and was hugged by the weak-legged parent.

"laugh."

The sharp spikes pierced directly into An Xue's abdomen, bleeding profusely.

The robber snorted coldly: "I knew it, you would come and block it."

He stood in the tunnel, with only the dim emergency lights on both sides of the subway, and he held up the hand that pierced the body of the Celestial Master, showing it to everyone like a trophy.

Dark red—a less healthy color for blood in the light, running down the wound.

"go to hell."

The robber slammed An Xue's body to the ground, softly, but with a loud sound, the blood flowed out along the wound and divided into several lines that looked like tree branches.

Someone died in front of them.

The passengers who managed to escape from the subway started to panic again and ran forward frantically.

Behind him, the changed image robber picked up the old radio.

This time he played a piece of jazz.

More white mist spread from his body and began to explode crazily.

For a moment, screams, footsteps mixed with explosions echoed in the tunnel one after another.

In the midst of the explosion, a sound came from under his feet.

"It hurts."

The voice came from the Celestial Master lying on the ground.

The robber turned around.

The ugly eye began to tremble, and the muscles at the corners of the eyes and eyebrows also trembled.

On the ground, the pool of blood glowed a very strange red light, as if something floated from the blood and was suspended in mid-air.

An Xue sat up in a pool of blood.

He covered the bloody hole in his abdomen, looked at the robber, and grinned: "You were serious just now, weren't you?!"

His body was still bleeding, but the blood seemed to be given life, twisting and twisting, wrapping around the robber's ugly body, and some turned into sharp knives—extremely sharp knives.

His speed was faster than before, and he didn't even have time to breathe. An Xue had already grabbed the robber's neck with one hand.

Those sharp knives tightened suddenly, wrapped in an irresistible oppressive force, floating around him.

The robber couldn't even move.

"You just attacked me, right?" An Xue pointed at the bloody hole in her abdomen, forcing the robber to bow her head.

The wound hadn't healed, and the dark blood was still dripping, but the blood didn't fall on the ground, but floated by An Xue's side as if alive.

"You hurt it here, right?"

He was clearly covered in blood, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, he was smiling, his face was full of joy, a faint, unnatural flush appeared on his face, even his voice was trembling, he was excited, as if he was so excited Almost insane.

"I love it, I'm so happy, thank you—"

It was obviously a joyful laugh, but the robbers shook like chaff.

Mysterious red glow, crazy laugh, strange words.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have provoked someone who must never be provoked.

"You have to be careful, there is a celestial master, you must not let him get hurt."

Before he decided to hijack the subway, a ghost with only half of his body reminded him.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why?" The ghost suddenly trembled and his eyes diverged. He couldn't form a more appropriate language, so he just said, "Because he is a lunatic!!!"

yes!He is a madman! ! !

The celestial master in front of him is not afraid of death, injury, or pain at all, even—he is enjoying the pain that may deprive him of his life! !

The robber's horn was crushed by the lunatic, he was entangled in blood, and the sharp knife formed by the blood was pierced into his body, and he lost the strength to resist. Stepping heavily on his chest, his ribs seemed to be broken, pierced into his lungs, and bursting pain spread all over his body.

Then, An Xue looked at him.

They were a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, with long eyelashes, thin eyelids, and the end of the eyes was slightly depressed.His left eye was extremely dark black, and in his right eye, there was a deep and bright red in the depth of the pupil, like blood.

Holding his excited cheeks, the young man leaned down, tilted his head, and asked him in an extremely expectant tone.

"You really want to kill me, don't you?"