reincarnation train

"What do they want to do?" Tang Yunsi stepped forward and asked.

All the tablets brought by them have been placed on the ground, and the ghosts are also standing around the giant tortoise in the mountains. They are facing the giant tortoise, raising their faces in unison, and the passengers around seem to feel the silence. There was a strange atmosphere again, and for a while, the forest was silent again, and no one moved.

But gradually, the ghost figure at the front started to move. Under the puzzled and vigilant eyes of everyone, they walked towards the giant tortoise, like moths flying into a flame, hitting the giant tortoise's shell straight. It was a sound of fireworks splashing, and with a bang, the ghost shadow scattered into countless light spots and merged into the turtle shell.

One after another, without hesitation, even if the soul dissipates.

"What are they doing?!" Xiao Yao lost his voice, looking puzzled at the ghost that kept moving towards the giant tortoise.

"Sanskrit... seems to be bright..." Wu Xiajiu looked at the tortoise shell full of marks.

Under the countless white light spots, a little bit of gold is slowly lighting up... Could it be that these ghosts are supplementing the Sanskrit on the turtle shell with themselves?

Although I find it incredible, but this seems to be the only explanation...

Just when everyone was stunned and puzzled, the iron coffin under the giant tortoise's left front foot trembled again, and the clanging sound resounded through the forest, but then, golden Sanskrit flashed, and the coffin was suppressed again.

"No! The sound is so loud this time!" Lu Nan looked at the coffin in surprise.

Not long after he finished speaking, there was movement on the way up the mountain, and the villagers who should have been sleeping in the room suddenly appeared. They all had pale and hideous faces, protruding eye sockets, and held blood-stained utensils in their hands. Finally tore off the mask and looked at everyone fiercely.

"It's over, it's over, is this going to kill us?" Fang Zi couldn't help muttering, and took a few steps back to protect Professor Zhou.

The eyes of the villagers wanted to eat them alive. However, when their eyes looked at the ghosts that were still rushing forward and the giant tortoise lit up in Sanskrit, they became even more blood red, and the murder weapon in their hands flashed and swung towards the tablet on the ground.

With a "click", the tablet was cut off in half, and fell to the ground in two parts.

The wailing in the wind was even worse. As the tablet was continuously destroyed, countless ghosts turned into light spots and disappeared before they merged into the giant tortoise. At the same time, the golden light on the giant tortoise shell began to change. It was bleak, but the coffin under his feet began to move around.

At this time, someone understood and shouted, "Quick! Stop them, don't let them destroy the tablet!"

Shi Shangzuo kicked away the villager who was raising the machete, with enough strength under his feet, but the kicked villager was able to get up in the next second, and rushed towards Shi Shangzuo again as if nothing happened.

The eyes of the villagers have turned blood red, and there is no human emotion in their eyes, only the primitive brutal beast | nature remains, they can no longer be called human beings, the blood vessels in their complexions are ferocious, and their pale faces are full of lifelessness Huibai, like a walking dead, only knows to destroy the tablets and get rid of all those who stop them.

Although everyone resisted together, the strength of the villagers was great, and gradually, some people began to be injured.

Tang Yunsi's arm was also cut while resisting. He, Fang Zi, and Lu Nan stood in front of Professor Zhou and the two women. Although Zhu Lanmeng and Xiao Yao were also resisting, they were not very strong after all. , and soon gasped for breath and could only dodge.

Wu Xiajiu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He fell to the ground to avoid the oncoming murder weapon. The dust stained his face, mixed with sweat and slid down. His waist was hugged again. Shi Shang turned left to attack Wu Xia The villager who had been standing for a long time kicked out, but the next moment another villager rushed forward.

There was a strong smell of blood in his nose, and his throat was as dry as if he had been burned. Wu Xiajiu looked up at the giant tortoise. All the ghosts seemed to be unaware of all this. Even if the tablet was destroyed, they would not look back at all. Crashing into the giant tortoise's shell as if destined to complete a ritual.

The golden color on the tortoise's shell became brighter and brighter, but the huge iron coffin trembled louder and louder, and then a thick black mist rose up, covering the left front foot first, and then gradually spreading over the giant tortoise. It made a sizzling sound, as if it was eating away at the giant tortoise's body.

The coming knife refracted the light under the moonlight, it was covered with hot blood, and it was slowly sinking. As time passed, everyone's physical strength gradually couldn't keep up, and Wu Xiajiu hid again When he launched the attack, the next moment the gleaming murder weapon struck at him.

"Jiujiu!" At that time, Shangzuo had just repelled the villagers who attacked Professor Zhou and others, and now he was too late to reach Wu Xiajiu.

Wu Xiajiu raised his arms to protect his head. Seeing that the murder weapon was about to be cut off, suddenly a golden thread was shot from the top of the tortoise shell, and then it hit the murder weapon. Xia Jiu took advantage of this moment to kick away the villagers who rushed over.

With a flash of vision, the golden thread landed on the ground, and it turned out to be a small, round, pitch-black object. It rolled twice on the grass and stopped not far from Wu Xiajiu.

At this moment, bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded in the ancient village at the foot of the mountain, together with the white and golden light scattered on the turtle shell, weaving a hazy vein in the air.

"What's going on?!" Tang Yunsi covered the wound on his arm with a pale face, and looked down the mountain.

Zhu Lanmeng's face was a little surprised, she opened her mouth and said, "Then...it seems to be from the Buddhist hall, look!"

There is a light shining in the Buddhist hall.

"... Difficult, could it be that the Buddha came back to life?" Fang Zi stammered.

"It should be because there is no suppression of the tablet, the Buddha... woke up." Wu Xiajiu murmured.

This is unbelievable, but under the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, the villagers holding the murder weapon stopped their movements and stood stiffly in place. There were very few ghosts around them. Together they pounced on the turtle shell.

With a sound of "boom", the dazzling whiteness wrapped the giant tortoise's shell, and even the black mist spreading from the left front foot was buried. Gradually, the bright white light spot disappeared, replaced by a golden light that kept flashing. Sanskrit, they swim on the turtle shell, and condense on the coffin with the Sanskrit sound.

"Roar------------"

A piercing sound that sounded like a beast's roar filled their ears, and everyone was so shocked that their eardrums twitched. They took a few steps back in discomfort, and looked at the thumping coffin in surprise.

The shell of the giant tortoise was shattered inch by inch, and its flesh and blood were slowly disappearing. As early as the endless years, its flesh and blood had already turned into dust, and finally at this last moment, it gradually disappeared between the heaven and the earth. between.

The ghosts inside the coffin were still screaming in despair. The golden Sanskrit and the Sanskrit sound they were listening to seemed like a scorching fire, and finally burned it in. At the last moment, a dazzling golden light burst out, and everyone closed their eyes and ears. There was a clanging sound, as if something appeared as the coffin disappeared.

"It's a ticket! Haha, everything here is a ticket!"

Wu Xiajiu was stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly opened, there were a few tickets scattered around his feet, one of them was bearing his name, when he bent down to pick it up, his eyes fell on the ticket above a dark, round object.

Under Wu Xiajiu's gaze, the pitch-black thing moved, and a small head slowly protruded from the front...

"……turtle?!"

Wu Xiajiu couldn't hide his astonishment, watching the little turtle with a pitch-black shell shake its head and crawl towards him, then stopped beside his wrist holding the ticket.

In the sky, the veins woven by the Sanskrit sounds had long since disappeared. At some point, the light rain began to fall again, but the temperature was no longer cold, and the raindrops fell on the cheeks with only a hint of coolness.

When Shi Shangzuo came over, he saw a black mass in the palm of Wu Xiajiu's hand besides a transparent ticket.

"What is this?" Shi Shangzuo stretched out his hand and tapped the black mass, it was a small one, only about twice bigger than a one-yuan coin.

Wu Xiajiu's expression was a little hard to explain, he opened his mouth and said, "It seems...it seems to be the son of that giant tortoise..."

Shi Shangzuo: "... Huh?"

At this moment, the pitch-black little tortoise poked its head out, glanced at Shi Shangzuo twice, then shrank back with peace of mind, and stopped motionless in Wu Xiajiu's hand.

The rain was still falling, washing the bloodstains on the grass. The villagers who had been motionless before had already turned pale under the Sanskrit sound, and fell to the ground.

The ground was glittering and translucent, full of tickets, Lu Nan and the others walked over with complicated expressions, looked at the tickets all over the place and murmured, "Is this a gift from the Buddha?"

"……Maybe."

In short, everyone dragged their tired bodies and walked down the mountain. On the way, they also met other passengers who came to check on the mountain. Everyone was tired, but someone still pointed to the mountain and told them about the ticket.

"Go back to the train, I want to have a good sleep." Fang Zi yawned and said, he had scars on his arms and legs, and he had been a night owl twice, so he was already exhausted.

Wu Xiajiu slipped the ticket into the door knocker of the train, but the little pitch-black tortoise was not coming out of the shell. After thinking about it, Wu Xiajiu put it in his pocket, wondering if he could take it on the train.

After walking out of the ancient village, the train stopped not far away. A few people stood on the spacious bluestone road, turned their heads with complicated emotions, and looked at the ancient village again.

"Hey, tell me... what kind of mood do those ghosts have, so..." So lonely and desperate, they rushed to the giant tortoise and dissipated themselves.

Fang Zi smacked his lips, but still did not say the last sentence.

Wu Xiajiu touched the little turtle in his pocket, felt the textured turtle shell under his fingertips, raised his head and said softly, "Let's go, let's get in the car."

The sky gradually became clear, the rain continued to fall, and more and more passengers came out of the ancient village.

Back on the train, Wu Xiajiu took out the little pitch-black turtle and placed it on the window sill of the room. Watching it slowly stretch out its small head, the corners of its mouth could not help but smile.