Suddenly, a hand covered his fist, and Jiang Cheng was slightly stunned.

It was the person sitting across from him. Slowly, the other person looked up, revealing a wrinkled face—an old woman.

"Don't be impulsive," the old woman said in a low voice, winking at him and gesturing for him to look to the side.

It was to Jiang Cheng's right, separated by an aisle. There was a person there with his head down, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

Under his arm, he was pressing a short blade, the handle wrapped in circles of white cloth.

He was a Japanese.

He looked quite formidable.

If he acted rashly, this short blade would probably be plunged into his back before he could react.

The first Japanese guard to notice Jiang Cheng was approaching. He stared at Jiang Cheng, seemingly not having seen him before, his eyes revealing suspicion and viciousness.

"He's my son-in-law," the old woman explained, gesturing with her hands, worried that the Japanese wouldn't understand.

But clearly, the Japanese understood, but he didn't quite believe it, because Jiang Cheng was much cleaner than these beggar-like refugees.

Slowly, his hand moved towards the handle of the knife.

"That's right, he's the Zhou family's son-in-law, I can vouch for him," another man stood up not far away and said.

"Yes, we've all seen him. His name is Liu Er Gou, and he's the Zhou family's live-in son-in-law." More and more people stood up to speak for Jiang Cheng, "You can't kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

Suppressed anger was evident in everyone's tone, and the fear in their eyes was gradually replaced by anger and unwillingness. At that moment, Jiang Cheng found the key to breaking the situation, in everyone's eyes.

It was a kind of belief, or rather, a will.

The middle-aged man next to Xia Meng had said that the eerie was different from ghosts. Rather than saying it was an eerie existence, it was more like a will.

The gate inherited by the High Priest was a twisted will, and its ability was to bring people into endless despair, like this journey of no return.

And what could truly break it was an indomitable will.

The previous High Priest was defeated, causing him to be backlashed by the gate in his body, so much so that he had to find the next inheritor, precisely because of the countless compatriots' resistance in the gold mine.

That was an indomitable will, and also the backbone of a nation.

But it wasn't enough for him alone to have hope. He had to ignite the indomitable will in the hearts of everyone on this train, all his compatriots.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng slowly pulled away the old woman's hand, stood up, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone, "First of all, thank you all, but my name is not Liu Er Gou, and I'm not the Zhou family's live-in son-in-law. My name is Jiang Cheng, and to be precise, I'm a junior to everyone here."

"I came here because of a chance encounter, but it's more likely that I will die here, just like you."

"But when I think about it carefully, I'm not the same as you seniors. We're all going to die, but I will never let them trample, enslave, and insult me before killing me."

"And even after killing me, they'll point at my corpse and laugh, saying: Look, that's a spineless piece of trash!"

"What will I do?" Jiang Cheng's gaze slowly swept across the faces of the people around him, with a hint of disdain, and also a hint of expectation.

"I'll fight them! Even if I die, I won't let these bastards be pleased!"

"I don't want to be dug out of the ground by my descendants in a few decades, still kneeling there, surrendering with my hands raised!"

Jiang Cheng's tone became higher and higher, his voice passionate and澎湃, making it impossible to tell whether he was acting or speaking from the heart.

"I won't let my descendants be ashamed of me, and be secretly scolded behind their backs as cowards!"

"I can die, anyone can die, but we will not yield. We have lived on this land for thousands of years. Why should they kill our compatriots, occupy our land, and force us to leave our homes and suffer hardships?"

"Careful!" A figure suddenly pushed Jiang Cheng away, and a line of blood flashed before his eyes.

A Japanese guard hiding in the dark was enraged and slashed at Jiang Cheng with a knife from a tricky angle, but the old woman noticed and pushed him away in time.

But the old woman was hit, and her body fell on top of Jiang Cheng. A head rolled along the ground, hit the wall, and made a "thump" sound.

A pair of eyes shedding bloody tears were filled with pain and unwillingness.

A similar scene flashed through his mind. Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled that when he first got on the train, there was also an old woman who fell at Huai Yi's feet, her head rolling far away.

At that time, they thought it was a staged accident.

"Fight them!" A slightly hoarse voice rang out, and a thin man jumped out of his seat and directly pounced on the murderer of the old woman.

Like a spark falling into dry firewood, the originally suppressed carriage was instantly ignited.

Anger overwhelmed fear, and everyone rushed towards the nearest guards with red eyes and roars.

Men, women, the elderly, and even half-grown children...

"Are you rebelling?" After a Japanese man砍倒 a man with a knife, before he could finish speaking, he was pounced on by another man with a roar, and then countless people pressed down on him.

The crowd surged like a sea wave, and Jiang Cheng was the crest of the wave.

The skilled Japanese swordsman was kicked to the ground by Jiang Cheng after successively砍倒 several people, and then the angry people swarmed up, beating him to death with their fists and feet.

Jiang Cheng ignited the anger and unwillingness in everyone's hearts. Soon, the fire began to spread, and fighting sounds and deafening roars came from several nearby carriages.

The anger that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts for too long was vented, condensing into a terrifying force.

Jiang Cheng led the people, clearing carriage after carriage. Before long, they had almost fought their way through the entire Mayflower train.

In the second-to-last carriage, Jiang Cheng and his men caught Director Qiao.

He was鑽正在往桌子下 at the time.

Too lazy to listen to his explanation, Jiang Cheng kicked him to the ground, and then the angry people swarmed up. His fate was predictable.

Since ancient times, the fate of traitors has been the same.

Standing in front of the last carriage, Jiang Cheng stopped.

一路杀来, he had also noticed some strange things, for example, no matter how much noise was made in the carriages, only his own figure could be left on the train's glass.

It was as if everything he had experienced was non-existent.

In this strange world, only he was real. The rest were just illusory bubbles.

"I have to walk the rest of the way myself."

Perhaps understanding Jiang Cheng's words, the crowd behind him quieted down, and then a man spoke, saying in a hoarse but firm voice, "Thank you, Jiang Cheng, you gave us a chance to choose again."

Pushing open the door in front of him, Jiang Cheng felt more heaviness in his heart.

History cannot be changed. What he can do is to lead the wronged souls on the Mayflower to let out the deepest, angriest cry buried in their hearts.

A dim lamp hung from the ceiling. In the last carriage, there was only an iron seat, and on the seat was a huge scarecrow.

The eerie feeling had long since faded, and now the scarecrow was like it was dead.

Whether it was the former Liu Cripple, or the resurrected child, they were just a shell of this scarecrow.

And the meaning of their existence was just to continue to pass on the scarecrow, or more precisely, the eerie and twisted will.

"Tear."

The scarecrow split open from the middle, and then revealed a face hidden inside.

It was Fu Fu.

At this moment, she was completely wrapped in the scarecrow, only revealing her face, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, tore open the scarecrow, and pulled out the unconscious Fu Fu.

Just as he was wondering how to deal with this scarecrow, suddenly, the scarecrow's body trembled, and then, it was slowly dragged into the darkness behind it.

It was as if there were hands there, pulling it.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes vaguely lit up.

"Wu?"

Jiang Cheng immediately understood Wu's plan. He was also eyeing this scarecrow. As an eerie being, he would not let go of the opportunity to devour his own kind.

What's more, he also had a comic book that could absorb ghosts and transform them into 怪谈.

As the scarecrow's aura completely dissipated, the pair of blood-red eyes stared at the unconscious Fu Fu again, but before he could make a move, the already unstable space began to tremble.

This was originally a world constructed by the scarecrow. Now that the本体 was taken away by Wu, the space would naturally collapse.

The next second, the ground disappeared under their feet. When they opened their eyes again, they were lying on a piece of grass.

There were trees nearby, and the air was filled with the scent of earth.

This was a hillside, which looked somewhat familiar.

It was near Grayshire Town.

"Doctor!" Fatty's terrifyingly loud voice startled Jiang Cheng, and he immediately turned his head, just in time to meet Fatty's big face.

"Doctor, you're really something, we're out!" Fatty said excitedly.