Chapter 184 Shaking the Carriage
The pockmarked boss was even more surprised than Wu Xian.

He threw the gun on the ground in panic and looked at his clothes in a daze.

"What's going on? Where am I?"

Not only the pockmarked boss, but all the ordinary people who were involved were instantly plunged into chaos.

Wu Xian had experienced such noise once, so he just looked around to observe the environment.

This is a closed carriage without windows. The only light source is the lamp on the carriage. Judging from its size, this carriage should be converted from a container.

The carriage was shaking slightly, so they must be on a boat...

I wonder if this time the blessed land happened on a boat, or if, like last time, the boat was a means of transportation.

Then Wu Xian looked at the people in the carriage. At the moment of entering the blessed land, all the people who were still in the underground passage were now in this carriage. Including Wu Xian and Shi Ji, there were fourteen people in total.

The fourteen people were all dressed differently.

Gunmen in black military uniforms, orange overalls with helmets, vests with cameras next to them, white coats, women in suits…

In short, it's very confusing.

Wu Xian didn't know what exactly had happened, so he focused on his own condition first.

He was also wearing a black armed suit, with a submachine gun in his hand, a pistol on his waist, a dagger hanging next to his boots, and a blood-painted ghost-head knife on his waist.

"They are all real guys... This is troublesome."

Guns do not pose much of a threat to evil spirits unless they have some special effects attached to them, but each bullet can easily take a person's life, even if that person is a loved one.

It would be fine if Wu Xian was the only one holding a gun, but if there were too many people holding guns, Wu Xian would not only have to be wary of evil spirits, but also irrational teammates.

But there is one advantage. Since he even has a gun, Wu Xian won't be conspicuous holding a machete.

Wu Xian shook his arm, and an Ace of Spades appeared at his fingertips. The spades of White Ghost Poker, the spades under the numbers were all red hearts with black edges, like bloodstains dotted on the card surface.

"The stars lead the way, the heavenly officials grant the talisman..."

Wow!
The spade in the middle disappeared, and was replaced by the three words "Talisman Making Method".

……

After getting the playing cards, Wu Xian set this deck of cards as a permanent ornament.

Unlike props in fixed positions, fixed accessories cannot be replaced once determined, and all fixed accessories have two characteristics.

First: accessories will automatically repair themselves after being damaged. Every time you enter the blessed land or return to reality, the previously damaged cards will be refreshed to their best condition. This means that every time Wu Xian enters the blessed land, he will have a complete deck of playing cards in his hand.

Second: The accessories can be sensed remotely. Wu Xian can know the position and status of each card at any time, and can remotely activate the special effects of playing cards at any time.

Printing the talisman on the card allows Wu Xian to use his abilities more flexibly.

In order to make better use of the constant accessories, Wu Xian took time out in the past ten days to practice card tricks for a long time. Although he is not as good as a magician, it is enough to fool ordinary people.

After confirming your own status.

Wu Xian raised his head.

The carriage had become relatively quiet, and even the most irrational person knew what to do to help survive.

"Everyone calmed down?"

The slightly plump middle-aged man smiled.

"Then listen to me. This is a blessed land. It is a hell that only blessed people can enter..."

Soon the middle-aged man gave a brief introduction to the blessed land. Although his introduction was not as detailed as that of the Creed organization, it was more down-to-earth and quickly made everyone understand their own situation.

Then, under the guidance of this middle-aged man, everyone took turns introducing themselves.

This slightly fat middle-aged man is called Lou Yaozong. In real life, he is an accountant. This is his fourth time to attend the blessed land. Lou Yaozong comforted the frightened ordinary people warmly: "Don't worry, as long as you don't commit suicide in the blessed land, you have a high chance of surviving."

Next are Wu Xian and Shi Ji.

Wu Xian's self-introduction continued the style of the previous blessed land. He did not stand out nor belittle himself. He simply introduced the number of times he had experienced the blessed land.

Shi Ji was similar, but unlike Wu Xian, he emphasized that he was a very clean boy and even had a mild mysophobia.

This poor child might have been despised by someone in some previous blessed place, which caused him to suffer psychological trauma.

The tall woman stood up. Her height of over 1.80 meters brought a huge sense of oppression to the men present. She smiled coolly.

"I'm Liao Yifang, a boxer. I hope we can work together to overcome this difficult time."

Shi Ji stared at Liao Yifang.

Wu Xian poked him: "What are you doing?"

Shi Ji said in a low voice with an embarrassed expression: "I like strong women."

The fifth person to introduce himself was the elegant man, who had changed his clothes into a white coat: "I'm Han Ke, a surgeon. If you are injured, you can come to me."

The sixth dependent is called Zhang Wei. He is an ordinary person and there is nothing much to introduce.

After the dependents, it is the turn of the ordinary people who are involved.

The beautiful woman in the red dress and black stockings covered her head with her hands, her face full of despair. She had no intention of introducing herself at all until she was slapped by the old lady next to her, and then she said her name.

"I'm Tong Yuai. My husband kidnapped my son. He said that if I didn't stay in the underground passage until night, he would strangle my son to death!"

Liao Yifang patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"Don't worry. No matter how many days you spend in the blessed land, it will only be a few hours in the real world. Besides, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. He is the child's father and he won't harm the child."

Tong Yuai looked up in despair: "It's because he is not the father of the child that we are getting a divorce!"

Liao Yifang was stunned and didn't know how to respond.

The worker with receding hair pulled his collar. There was no fear on his face, but instead a kind of relief, as if he was relieved from some kind of pressure.

He was about to introduce himself when suddenly...

click!
The lights in the container went out.

The entire container was pitch black, and they couldn't see their hands in front of them. At the same time, the shaking of the carriage began to increase, and they couldn't even sit steadily. What made everyone even more terrified was that a strange laugh suddenly came from the carriage.

"he he he he he……"

The sound was ethereal and eerie, not like the sound a living person could make!
Suddenly the fat senior student let out a scream of pain.

"Ah, my face, my face is, ah!!!..."

The dark carriage was filled with the screams of the fat senior schoolmate.

With his vision blocked, Wu Xian's other senses became more sensitive and he smelled blood!

The fat senior sister was scratched on the face, and the person, or thing that attacked her, should still be in the carriage!

suddenly.

Wu Xian's hair stood on end.

He could feel a pair of cold hands touching his face, and the right hand moved strangely, as if it was pinching something...

Wu Xian's face turned cold.

It's a blade!
The sheathed sword was swung out suddenly!

(End of this chapter)