"Don't waste the opportunity created by Priest Fujiwara, keep the firepower and keep shooting!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the undead army could not get close to the train, Onodera gave new instructions to his subordinates while the bullets in his hand kept venting: "Go to the cab with two people, try to start the train, and continue to stop here will only become more and more passive. !"

"Yes!"

"The duration of purification is limited. God knows how many ghosts there are. When the spell dissipates..."

Looking at the white army that was constantly being purified into puddles of black water outside the window, but still flickering forward, Fujiwara Takumi's stomach was convulsed again because of the icy cold fear.

"Don't panic, if those guys are earthbound spirits, as long as they start the train now, they shouldn't catch up..."

Just as he was lying in the first-class seat, covering his stomach and comforting himself, his eyes swept across the interior of the carriage unconsciously...

"……Come?"

When he turned his head, a white figure appeared on the seat next to Fujiwara Takumi.

Under the heavy military coat and the straight military cap, is a face covered in frost, twisted into an S shape, and a mouth that cracks into a loudspeaker...

This is a man dressed just like the undead soldiers outside the car, except that the military rank has "five bars" on his shoulders.

"ghost……"

The biggest difference is that the other party has a faint gray aura.

"Ghosts and gods?!"

It was the same as that day in Chongdeyuan, the spirit of ghosts and spirits.

"God, abandoned us in this white **** that has been abandoned by the gods since ancient times..."

A hoarse voice came from the officer's "O"-shaped mouth, and a bone-chilling chill entered Fujiwara Takumi's mind...

Under extreme fear, hypoxia and low temperature, he felt a numb tremor from the scalp to the entire brain...

"..."

The mouth also involuntarily turned into the same "O" shape with the other party, losing the ability to speak.

"The evil spirits of **** want to devour our frozen bodies..."

This voice is exactly the same as the man who called himself "Shencheng Wenji" in the previous unknown call.

"We were reunited and moved on..."

The entire interior of the first-class cabin was instantly covered by a thick layer of ice, and even the team members who were concentrating on shooting stopped their movements because they were completely wrapped in thick ice.

"...kill them all!"

In the car, the only person who could still move was Fujiwara Takumi, whose jaw cramped and couldn't close his mouth: "You..."

At this moment, a thick layer of golden light was pouring out from the priest's uniform on his body, dispelling the freezing cold around him, and releasing a trace of warmth to support his sanity.

"You are... Shencheng Wenji..."

This is also the biggest reason why he suddenly admired the other party's "peerless face" at close range, and he hasn't fainted or turned into an ice sculpture at this moment.

"Zhu Xie retreats! 213A1A12..."

Under extreme fear, he subconsciously raised the imperial coin in his hand and smashed it into the abyss of the "captain" beside him, stirring frantically inside his mouth like brushing his teeth...

The golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power then erupted in Shencheng Wenji's mouth as large as the basin, and the chrysanthemum pattern faintly revealed across the pale skin.

Unfortunately, this was just a random transmission of spiritual energy by Fujiwara Takumi when he rushed to the doctor for his illness. It did not form any effective technique, and the actual effect was minimal.

"This……"

On the contrary, his gorgeous "sixteen-petal and eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" aroused the sexual interest of the "adjacent passengers"...

"This emblem..."

Jincheng Wenji, who was "forced to rinse his mouth", did not make any resistance action, but just stared at the chrysanthemum pattern scattered in the air with his icy eyes, and shed two lines of blood and tears: "Sir Emperor!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Frightened, Fujiwara Takumi stirred even more vigorously, and the yellow water column dripped wildly down the trouser legs...

"Yes, yes, the Hakkoda Mountain disaster was in 1902, when Emperor Meiji had not abdicated!"

After venting, he looked at the deeply moved Shencheng Wenji who was sitting on the first-class reclining chair, blood and tears on his face, but he calmed down a little.

"Perhaps, these **** idiots will be interested in this spiritual power..."

Just when he wanted to use the tiger's power of the "Meiji Emperor" to frighten the ghost in front of him...

"Unfortunately, even the glory of the emperor cannot illuminate the northern kingdom abandoned by God!"

The other party's thick and cold arm grabbed his neck.

"Only by eating you can we bathe in the light of the Emperor forever!"

The fine hoarfrost spread along Fujiwara Takumi's neck and spread to his whole body, constantly devouring his protective spiritual power.

"Ahem... No, I can't die here..."

Like being in an ice cave and feeling the threat of death, Fujiwara Takukai's bloodshot eyes suddenly bulged: "I want to go to Hokkaido to find Qianye!"

He threw away the imperial coin in his hand and reluctantly held the other's cold wrist with both hands, but he couldn't stop the temperature, spiritual power and consciousness in his body from quickly disappearing...

"Bang! Crash la la la..."

Amidst the sound of the door opening and flushing water, an indescribable aura spread out from the rear of the carriage.

"I said why the train suddenly stopped suddenly, turned off the lights, and played some terrible music. It turns out that you **** is doing the trick..."

In the direction of the bathroom, the man complained extremely angrily.

Hearing this voice, Fujiwara Takukai, who was still struggling in mid-air, sank suddenly.

The guy who borrowed the toilet before, actually stayed inside and never came out? !

"Quick... run..."

He turned his frozen eyes in that direction with difficulty, squeezing his throat desperately to sound a warning.

"...It caused people to spray their pants at critical moments, and they still stink after washing for a long time..."

Amidst the ferocious polar tongues ~lightnovelpub.net~, a tall figure was already walking towards his position quickly.

Wherever the man passed, the frost that had frozen everything inside the carriage melted with it.

"There's more...the Emperor's...glory..."

Turning a blind eye to everything that happened behind him, Fumichi Kamiji, who burst into tears, was still struggling to grab the golden spiritual power that was shaken out of Fujiwara Takukai's body.

Bathed in this "sixteen-petal and eight-layer chrysanthemum pattern", he felt the infinite "glory" and the long-lost "warmth".

"Hello... I'm talking to you, don't you hear me?"

A big, stench-filled hand tightly hugged Shencheng Wenji's head from behind: "I said, this is the only pair of pants..."

The power of ghosts and gods in his body frantically flows towards the palm of his head...

"?"

Before Shencheng Wenji had time to react, his head had already been turned 180 degrees with a "click, click".

"...How are you going to pay?!"

Appearing in his sight, which had been frozen for a hundred years and covered with thick hoarfrost, was a black-haired man who had appeared behind him at an unknown time, with a stinky face with his nostrils pointing up and his blue veins bursting under the brim of a baseball cap.

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