"So, what game are we playing?"

The muscular young man, Wen Long, seemed eager to prove himself. He was the first to speak and took a step forward.

He cast a provocative glance at Zhao Yi, as if wanting to see who was better suited to survive in this harsh world.

But Zhao Yi didn't notice his provocation; he simply scratched an itch inside his pants.

Then he sniffed his hand.

Time for a wash, he thought.

"There are no games in this carriage."

The train crew member gave a smile she thought was charming, unaware of how terrifying it appeared to everyone else.

"Earlier, you were all separated into five carriages. Once you complete the game, you'll be able to uncover some hidden clues."

"Next, you can use the clues you've gathered to do more."

"There are six Ghost Candles here. Each candle, once removed from the ghost's head, can burn for an hour. During this hour, the holder of the Ghost Candle will not be attacked by other specters on the train."

"Moreover, the Ghost Candle can disperse the darkness outside the train to some extent, making the aggressive specters in the dark see you as one of their own... Of course, that doesn't mean they won't attack you!"

"When all the Ghost Candles burn out... the seal on the driver's cabin behind me will be opened!"

At this point, the crew member's lips curled into an eerie smile.

"What happens if the seal is opened?" Wen Long asked.

The crew member shrugged, her decaying head wobbling on her shoulders, making everyone's skin crawl.

"Nothing much, just that the conductor and another... unspeakable passenger will come out."

The players present felt a chill run down their spines.

Though they didn't know what the conductor and the unspeakable passenger were, it was easy to deduce that once they came out, the players would face extreme danger!

"Additionally... I must remind you all that the door of the first carriage is the only door on the G19 train that can be opened."

"Once you choose to open it, you can go out... but those things outside can also come in."

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After saying this, the crew member stood quietly, smiling at all the players present.

Bai Shuiji looked at the six Ghost Candles on the table, suppressing her fear and disgust:

"There are seven of us, but only six Ghost Candles. How do we divide them?"

As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere became subtly tense.

Seven people, six candles.

Those with a Ghost Candle could enjoy its protection, while the others could not.

In other words... they had to abandon one person.

Many eyes quietly turned to the oldest among them, Qin Xiufang.

The kind-faced old lady seemed to have guessed what they were thinking. She slowly pulled out a small handgun from her clothes and took a few steps back to create some distance.

"I want a Ghost Candle. If I don't get one, I'll kill everyone who has one."

Straight to the point.

Though her body wasn't as strong as the other players, the power of the gun and her fierce determination made everyone wary of her.

As the saying goes, beyond seven steps, the gun is fast.

Within seven steps, the gun is both fast and accurate!

At this distance, no one dared to risk provoking the old lady!

"What are you doing... Aren't we all discussing this together?"

"Even though you're older, you're still part of this team. How could we abandon you?"

Wen Long, seeing the gun pointed at him, quickly waved his hands to change the subject.

If it came to close combat, he was confident he was better than most players present.

But the small, black gun in the old lady's hand deterred him from confronting her.

However... no one wanted to give up a Ghost Candle.

The team gradually fell into a stalemate.

Everyone was wary of each other, harboring various malicious thoughts.

At this moment, Bai Shuiji gently nudged Zhao Yi:

"Zhao Yi... do you have any good ideas?"

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Zhao Yi shrugged:

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Do you expect me to magically produce another Ghost Candle?"

Bai Shuiji rolled her eyes.

"I'm asking if you have a good way to distribute them."

Zhao Yi clicked his tongue:

"No matter how you divide them, someone will end up without a Ghost Candle."

"But if we do it the other way around, it's much easier."

"No matter how the remaining Ghost Candles are distributed, those who leave the carriage to search for clues must each have one."

His suggestion immediately gained Wang Xu's support.

"I think Zhao Yi's suggestion makes sense,"

"Those who contribute to the team should have priority in getting a Ghost Candle."

Li Miaomiao crossed her arms and sneered:

"Who knows if he's contributing to the team or just taking a candle to hide outside?"

"I think he just wants to take a candle for himself and is making excuses!"

Zhao Yi nodded.

"Indeed."

Without warning, he pulled out the Crusher and fired six shots in front of everyone.

He broke both of Li Miaomiao's legs on the spot!

Everyone watched Li Miaomiao writhing in agony on the ground, feeling a chill run through them!

Zhao Yi... had a gun too!

And it was a shotgun!

Did he buy it from the store?

That thing must cost thousands of points, right?

"Oh dear!"

"My goodness!"

"Look at you... so careless, you broke your own legs!"

Zhao Yi hurried forward, under the horrified gaze of everyone, and with a face full of concern, pulled out his... scalpel.

Li Miaomiao's face turned pale with fear. She screamed and pointed at Zhao Yi:

"He wants to kill me!"

"He wants to kill me!"

"Aren't you going to stop him?"

However, those behind Zhao Yi remained unmoved.

From another perspective, even if Zhao Yi really killed Li Miaomiao, they wouldn't intervene.

With one person dead, the Ghost Candles... could be divided!

"Shh—"

"Don't scream, I'm just going to perform a little surgery, not kill you... If you struggle too much and I accidentally cut something else in your mouth, and you bleed to death, don't blame me!"

Hearing the words "bleed to death," Li Miaomiao struggled even more, but her feeble strength was no match for Zhao Yi.

He pried open her mouth, knocked out her teeth, and cut off her tongue.

Smooth and swift, all in one go.

Zhao Yi was disturbingly skilled at these tasks.

Skilled as if he were eating or drinking.

It even possessed a kind of breathtaking beauty!

In the eyes of everyone, it seemed as though he was completing a piece of art, rather than mutilating a woman.

Without a tongue, Li Miaomiao could no longer speak.

Of course, she wouldn't die.

The neurogenic shock caused by excessive pain was resolved by Zhao Yi's exquisite massage techniques.

Though the blood loss left Li Miaomiao utterly exhausted, it wasn't enough to kill a healthy woman.

Looking at the woman sobbing on the ground, Zhao Yi smiled and elegantly put away his scalpel.

Turning around, he noticed the subtle change in the way everyone looked at him.

It was fear.

"What a pity, just now, a lovely young girl accidentally lost her tongue, teeth, and legs."

"Such a simple mistake, don't make it, everyone!"

Zhao Yi winked at the crowd, sending shivers down their spines!