0p0 Chapter 479 [The Train] Seed of the Heart
Chapter 479 [The Train] Seed of the Heart
"That is... the essence!"
Chen Ji's gaze sharpened.
His guess was correct; indeed, it was essentially a train ticket!
"I've been feeling very tired. Even though I sleep for a long time every night, I still can't get enough rest," Wei Lan said softly.
She had a vague feeling that her life force was being drained by something, but she didn't know why.
until.....
an hour ago.
When Wei Lan was in the tunnel, it was as if the fog that had been lingering in her mind had suddenly been blown away, and her mind suddenly became clear.
A long-buried memory suddenly surfaced in her mind.
She remembered.
A woman had once been in her life.
It may have happened many times, but Wei Lan never noticed.
Her name is.....
"Qin Lang".
Wei Lan murmured, "Three days ago, she knocked on my door."
I asked her, "Who is she? Do I know her?"
She said, "No. But that doesn't matter."
"Then, she showed me a small stone that looked like a diamond and asked me if I knew what it was?"
That was undoubtedly the essence, but Wei Lan had no idea.
She continued:
I shook my head. She seemed a little confused, but still handed me a few tickets. The final stop was Tianhai.
"She told me a story, a story about a green train, and finally told me that I had to help her find the train and open the station."
"After that... she left."
"I don't know why, but this memory seems to have been erased. I have completely lost all impressions of this incident and of Qin Lang."
Wei Lan's voice grew softer and softer.
She already understands.
Regardless of who that woman is, the fact that he was used, resulting in the entire passenger car being transferred to another train, is already obvious.
It's because of her that so many people died.
The opening of a station needs a trigger, a catalyst, and she was that trigger.
Wei Lan raised her head, her gaze fixed on the old man's corpse, her face deathly pale.
After listening to all this, Chen Ji seemed to be deep in thought.
He roughly understood Qin Lang's purpose. She had given Wei Lan more than one ticket, but the final destination was always Tianhai, which proved that she was unsure of the exact route the ghost train would take.
Wei Lan was clearly used as cannon fodder to scout ahead, but the key question is, why her of all people?
Thinking of Han Bing's previous guess, Chen Ji vaguely had the answer.
Qin Lang could perhaps foresee what would happen around Wei Lan.
She may have looked for many people, but in the end, she only sensed an important image in Wei Lan.
I just don't know exactly how Qin Lang did it.
At the same time, her predictions seem to be inaccurate or incomplete, which may have been influenced by the source corpse area.
As Chen Ji observed Wei Lan's haggard face, his heart sank. He had noticed that the woman's complexion was very poor before, but he only thought it was because of fear, never considering that it was due to a real reason.
Old Sun, Liu Yunfeng, Xiao Fei...
They can contain essence because they are dead!
Besides them, there were people like Zeng Guichuan and Wan Yaohong, but they were also transformed into ghosts.
Or they could be like Chen Ji and Xu Sandao, integrating their essence into the strange creatures.
As an ordinary person, Wei Lan was clearly unable to withstand the essence of the matter, and in just three days, most of her life force had been consumed.
If any longer, she would surely die.
“We’re going to help you get it out,” Chen Ji said bluntly. “It will hurt a lot, but the longer it stays inside you, the more damage you will suffer.”
Wei Lan nodded slightly.
Watching Chen Ji pull a knife out of his pocket, Wei Lan suddenly seemed to remember something, opened her mouth, but then closed it again.
A flicker of disbelief crossed her eyes.
"what happened?"
Chen was extremely perceptive.
"It's nothing... I suddenly feel a little panicked, probably because the mountain gate is about to open." Wei Lan shook her head.
Chen Ji glanced at her and made a mental note of it.
Without saying much, he disinfected the knife and walked to Wei Lan's side.
Qin Lang had planned to retrieve the essence in advance, so he hid it in a relatively shallow place, just under the skin.
And this one isn't very big.
A few minutes later.
Chen Ji's eyes flickered as he looked at the half of the gleaming essence in his palm.
This half of the pill should have belonged to Wan Yaohong, but now that it's in his hands, the company can't take it back.
However, what Chen Ji wanted to know even more was...
Which ghost in Tuotuo Mountain did this half belong to?
Old Sun's pill was taken by Zeng Guichuan and is now in the hands of [Ghost] (Du Muyu).
Then, besides Xu Sandao's A-level ghost, there are four original essences.
Xiao Fei, Liu Yunfeng, Liu Er...
The one that killed Lao Yang and his wife was broken down into one large and one small, with the smaller one being taken away by Chen Ji.
There's no answer to this question for now. We can ask the pen later; it might be able to tell who left their mark on it.
Putting aside his true nature, Chen Ji took out another thing that had been removed from under Wei Lan's skin.
It is a tiny seed.
It was dark and withered, shrunken and flat.
“This must be something left behind by Qin Lang.” Chen Ji showed the seeds to everyone. “However, they have lost their activity now. Perhaps that’s why Wei Lan was able to regain her memories.”
After saying that, he tried it and found that the seed crumbled easily when pinched.
This is a one-off.
Let's put this matter aside for now.
Chen Ji looked out the frosted glass window; it was as dark as ever outside.
The ghostly figures that Tian Qinghe had seen earlier had long since disappeared.
Will they come again?
While I was pondering, suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from outside the vermilion mountain gate.
Chen Ji's eyes sharpened instantly, staring intently at the mountain gate. They only knew it was almost six o'clock, but the exact time was uncertain, and the mountain gate could open at any moment!
Whose footsteps suddenly appeared outside the door...?
It's different from before.
Chen could tell that there was only one ghost.
Snapped.
Snapped.
The footsteps were heavy.
A few seconds later.
Boom!
A loud bang as the window was smashed suddenly rang out!
Tian Qinghe's heart skipped a beat. He immediately grabbed his flashlight and shone it out the window, where he could vaguely make out the figure of a man.
Knees and ankles, all growing backwards.
She was a passenger on the train, but Tian Qinghe had a very vague memory of her; it seemed as if she had inexplicably run away...
Did they speak?
Boom!
The male ghost outside smashed the glass again.
"My son..."
A venomous voice came from outside the window: "Where is my son?!"
what?
Everyone was stunned.
Tian Qinghe frowned, a growing sense of unease in her heart. What son?
Only five people got off the train?
On the other side, Zhang Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She lowered her head absently, looking at her palm...
Several pieces of detached human skin were stuck to it.
A blurry, indistinct figure of a child lingered in some corner of her mind, appearing and disappearing, impossible to discern clearly.
Just then, the lights in the hall suddenly turned on!
The sound of a trumpet, seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly filled the entire station.
It's six o'clock.