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Shencheng Wenjina still had an imperial coin inserted into the abyss's huge mouth, just spit out a word vaguely, and the whole body suddenly burst into a blazing white light like a lit light bulb!

"Uh...cough...cough..."

Fujiwara Takukai only felt the pressure on his neck loosened, the chill all over his body dissipated, and he fell to the ground from midair.

"This, in the end is..."

He clutched his unconscious neck and stared blankly in front of him.

Appearing in front of him was a middle-aged officer in an old-fashioned winter uniform, with a meticulous hairstyle and a white light.

"Hey...cough...I tell you...Scholars can be killed, not allowed to enter..."

Looking at the zipper that was just as high as the tip of his nose, Fujiwara Takumi firmly covered his mouth when he saw the other party coming up to his face.

"Captain Shencheng Wenji...with the second brigade of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Eighth Division...request to retire and return home!"

The officer put his feet together, raised his hand to Fujiwara Takukai slowly and forcefully with a solemn expression, and then spread out a large white spot of light.

On both sides of the train, the undead soldiers who had attacked the "land sheltered by the gods" without fear of death stopped moving at some point.

The military uniform that was originally worn and worn on ice has become simple and neat...

The suffocating mouth, the dark and hollow eyes, and the mutilated limbs all disappeared...

There was only one man with an ordinary face and a gratified eye: "All of the Second Brigade of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Eighth Division... Request to retire and return home!"

They lined up neatly and bowed slowly in the direction of the train, turning into **** of white "fireflies", drifting away as if wrapped in a violent snowstorm.

"Well, I said who was screaming so loudly outside the toilet just now..."

Inside the car, after the dazzling light spots poured out from the broken window, what appeared in front of the sluggish Fujiwara Takukai were two thick, naked thighs with curly hair turned over...

"Not only did they change people, but they also took off and took off?! It's been said, you can't kill a scholar!"

Frightened, he covered his mouth even harder.

"Yo, I didn't expect that the spirit remover sent to Hokkaido for support is actually you... Kang John-kun..."

"Why do you know this name...you are..."

After confirming that the other party did not make any "further" moves, and being called out by the somewhat familiar voice of his "Spiritual Eliminator Code", Fujiwara Takumi dared to look up at the person who came...

Looking up along the other side's "flesh-colored wool pants", the deer rammed over the overly bulging boxer pants and the thick down jacket on the upper body, and then appeared under the brim of the baseball hat...

It is a face full of sinful aura, and evil eyes of different colors of gold and black.

"... Sousuke Araki?!"

Recognizing this person's face that was so familiar, Fujiwara Takumi, who was still in shock, subconsciously asked the most irrelevant question at this moment: "You, you dyed your hair black?! Where's the T-shaped blindfold? !"

That's right, this man who walked out of the first-class toilet for some reason, wearing an out-of-season fashion suit of "flesh-colored wool pants + underwear + down jacket" and a pair of wet trousers hanging on his hands, was issued a national wanted list The suspect, Sosuke Araki.

"As a wanted criminal, it is of course basic literacy to hide the conspicuous features of blond hair and blindfolds. Otherwise, wouldn't it remind the public to report me at any time?"

"Hey, don't take this criminal act of evading pursuit for granted!"

"By the way, for the life-saving grace just now, there is no need to promise anything..."

Just when Fujiwara Takumi had tears in his eyes and wanted to tell the other party his sadness, hesitation, helplessness and fear all the way...

"For the sake of whether I have had the last meal now, let's wear some trousers first, Master Tuohai...Ahee!!!"

Araki Sosuke had already squatted down, and with both hands, he pulled up Fujiwara Takumi's trousers very skillfully.

"Bastard, bastard, don't come over, you smell so bad!"

"My smell is very strong, you have to bear with it, it's fine if your sense of smell is paralyzed... Wait, why are your trousers wet to the touch?"

"Shut up, shut up... Stop, don't talk, I have, I have several pairs of pants in my bag!"

...

after an hour.

Aomori Prefecture, Aomori City, Okutsugaru-Imabetsu Station.

The turquoise blue train with its broken windows and a mess was parked beside the snow-white platform.

"Let's go, let's go, there are wounded here!"

The medical staff with coats and white coats are using stretchers back and forth to push the unconscious passengers out of the carriage and send them to the ambulance parked below the platform.

"Hey... Aomori is already so cold... I don't know what will happen in Hokkaido..."

Fujiwara Takukai stood tremblingly by the platform with his arms folded, staring blankly at the thicker and heavier goose feather snow in the sky.

After the "Ghost Captain" Shencheng Wenji "became a Buddha" under the anger of a man who was disturbed in the toilet and lost his trousers, the Shinkansen was quickly restarted with the help of the crew who regained consciousness. It took half an hour to reach the station.

Although a large number of passengers have symptoms such as mild hypothermia and frostbite due to grievance and the erosion of extreme cold, fortunately, a large number of ambulances and medical staff are waiting by the station in advance to give treatment as soon as possible. The overall situation is not too bad. .

"Priest Fujiwara."

The man's voice recalled Fujiwara Takumi's thoughts.

"Captain Onodera..."

Standing behind him was Onodera, with one hand hanging from his chest and a thick bandage wrapped around him.

"This time, thanks to you, the casualties can be kept to a minimum!"

Onodera straightened his waist and pouted his hips, his legs together, and bowed deeply to Fujiwara Takumi.

Beneath the Hakkoda Mountain, his memory was frozen by a ferocious chill from nowhere at the moment he was shooting at those undead soldiers...

When Onodera regained consciousness~lightnovelpub.net~ the endless white army of undead wrapped in the wind and snow had disappeared.

All that was left was the carriage filled with inexplicable stench and yellow water stains...

And Takumi Fujiwara, who was only wearing briefs and was changing his pants while maintaining a "golden rooster independence" posture.

"You don't have to thank me, someone else saved this train."

Fujiwara Takukai turned his face sideways and took a step back, seemingly unwilling to accept the other's bow.

"I know, with your identity and always low-key personality, you naturally disdain others to take credit for these..."

From Onodera's point of view, although it is not clear what happened, it must be the "God favored once in four thousand years" in front of him who finally showed his true skills. The undead army was wiped out.

"It's just me, on behalf of myself and the three team members who were sent to the hospital, to express my gratitude to you for saving your life. After all, without your protection, we would be more than just broken bones and frostbite..."