Chapter 146 Ghost Train

At this critical moment, a violent spell with a slightly white and ice-blue color burst out from the black Maybach car, covering the entire area in front of it at an extremely fast speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and continued to spread out.

In less than a second, whether it was the steam train that inexplicably appeared from nowhere at the other end of the tunnel, or the surrounding tunnels, it was like traveling through the world of ice, frozen tightly.

And if you look from outside the car, you will find that above the Maybach car, in the middle of the tunnel, there is a black nun phantom with eight huge pure wings fully opened with her hands clasped together.

Her eyes were covered with white cloth, like an ice saint praying with her head down, and she completely dissipated into the air in a short while.

The temperature in the tunnel originally dropped from about 30 degrees to minus ten degrees in an instant. The ceiling and the asphalt road on the ground were all frozen with hard ice crystals. The ocean where everything is frozen looks extremely gorgeous.

"Winter - Ice Age."

Maybach is the only one in the surrounding area with frost only on the tire surface. All this coldness comes from Kenmei Isayama. When he opens his mouth to breathe, the air he exhales is frozen and turned white by the low temperature.

Everything happened in an instant. When she realized that all these abnormalities came from Kenmei Isayama in the back seat, she felt numb all over.

She slumped in the seat. Mingming is a "beating" magician who has heavy physical training, but the body that has been tempered and is still wearing a heavy long-sleeved shirt for high-level magicians can still feel the biting cold in this low temperature.

"Are you okay, Sister Ming."

Mingming shook her head

"I'm fine."

She put her hand on the steering wheel and looked at the ice and snow in front of her. For the first time, she wondered if she couldn't keep up with the pace.

"Are the newcomers so scary now?"

Gojo Satoru, according to the evaluation of the top leaders of the Magicians Association, as long as Geto Suguru does not die, he will definitely be a special-level magician when he grows up.

Right in front of Mingming, she also felt that this "rising star" Jianshan Xianmei would have the qualifications of a special-grade sorcerer like her two juniors.

This perfect ice sorcery, both in terms of destructive power and control, is quite amazing, far better than the senior sorcerers who are immersed in this art. But she would not have thought that Jianshan Xianmei relied solely on a curse spirit that wielded the power of [Winter] to produce such a terrifying spell effect.

"I'll go down and take a look."

Mingming opened the door frozen by frost and walked down. After all, this was too weird. It was obviously a high-speed tunnel on a winding mountain road. How could there be a train?

"Squeak."

The ice layer was much thicker than expected. The texture of boots stepping on the ice was the same as stepping on hard concrete. At the same time, the temperature outside was lower than inside the car.

To be on the safe side, Mingming also took out his two-handed axe from the trunk, reassembled it and held it in his hand as a warning.

The effect of the [Ice Age] spell covers all areas within 500 meters, but it is still not the end of the tunnel.

Since entering the tunnel, Kenmei Isayama felt something was wrong. The lights and equipment beside him were abnormally old, and there was no car halfway through.

Kenmei Isayama also opened the door and walked down. To be honest, as a caster, he couldn't stand the chill and had to use psychic energy to isolate the cold.

"What is this?"

He came to the side of Mingming and looked at the coal-fired steam train with a medieval style that was frozen in front of him. The overall black color was very retro, and it looked like an ice sculpture when it was frozen.

"K-2567AW."

Because these are all covered with Xiao Ai's spell power, Kenmei Isayama, as the host, can easily see the full picture of the carriage through the thick ice layer, and even the serial number on it is clear.

This string of numbers seems to have incredible power, driving Kenmei Isayama to read it subconsciously.

But when he heard this series of numbers reported from Kenmei Isayama's mouth,

"K-2567AW?"

Mingming also repeated it and suddenly something came up and his expression changed.

"Oh no, this is the July train that has caused two second-level sorcerers and one first-level sorcerer to lose contact."

And the change in Mingming's expression means that things are far more complicated than that.

Sometimes the outbreak of a curse is not without signs, but the triggering conditions behind it are triggered.

There are thousands of conditions for the triggering of a curse, and it is the most difficult to prevent it with the help of various media.

"Please remember, keep your mouth shut."

When the first-level sorcerer was exploring the July train alone before he disappeared, the last sentence he reported to the Sorcerer Association was

"Don't tell the serial number of this train."

Here, Kenmei Isayama subconsciously triggered the conditions for the outbreak of the curse and suffered from "lack of culture", which was impossible to prevent.

Mingming also said the serial number of the train, which means that the two of them triggered this unknown curse at the same time.

"We are cursed, and the medium of the curse is the July train serial number that we said out of our mouths."

Mingming explained the current situation concisely

"Huh?"

Isayama Kenmei was stunned that the curse could be played like this, but now was not the time to regret. He immediately gathered a large amount of spiritual energy from his body to cover his body surface to guard against possible attacks.

"Sizzle."

Any small noise in the quiet tunnel will become extremely loud, especially when it reaches the ears of Jianshan Xianmei and Mingming.

"Above?"

But above is just the ice crystals of Jianshan Xianmei's spell, and there is no change at all.

At first it was just a small sound. When the second cracking sound came, Jianshan Xianmei and Mingming turned around without hesitation and headed towards the tunnel they had just driven in.

At first they were uncertain, but the second sound confirmed that some unknown changes were happening.

If they stayed where they were and waited for things to get worse like the people in some movies, it would be a waste of time.

Jianshan Xianmei and Mingming would not make such a low-level mistake. It would be the right decision to turn around and run as soon as they noticed something was wrong.

Both sides' physical skills are not ordinary. A full sprint is no less than a fuel car starting, but even so.

The road in front of them is still exactly the same as the tunnel that Jianshan Xianmei covered just now, and it is still a copy covered with ice and snow.

"Fifteen kilometers."

Mingming stopped running because there was no point in running.

"I calculated that we ran about 15 kilometers at our speed."

This tunnel is only eight kilometers long, but Jianshan Xianmei and his team started running from the middle, which means they ran almost three round trips, but still did not get out of this range.

There is no point in running any further.

This place is like a maze, restricting the routes of Jianshan Xianmei and Mingming.

"No, Sister Ming."

Jianshan Xianmei pointed to the intersection that suddenly appeared not far away and asked

"Was there a road over there when we came?"

"It seems that there is not."

Mingming agreed with a two-handed axe. Now there is no way to get out, so it is better to go over and take a look instead of staying here.

"Go over and take a look?"

"I'll go in first."

The so-called road is actually just a fork in the road, a closed iron gate.

Mingming grabbed the lock on the door and pulled it back, and the finger-thick chain was torn cleanly and neatly.

She looked at Kenmei Isayama

"I'll go in first?"

To be honest, seeing Mingming in front of him easily carrying the heavy two-handed axe on his shoulders, with this dignified and elegant temperament on his body.

He gave Kenmei Isayama a kind of "Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow" beauty, and he gave up his seat.

I really should take a photo of Uncle Ishihara to see that you, Uncle Xiaogou, are not tired of holding an axe that is twice as big as your broken hammer.

"Please."

It was pitch black inside the door and the space in front of him could not be seen clearly. After Mingming walked in, Kenmei Isayama also followed him in.

The view inside was actually a dirty-looking staircase going up.

Kenmei Isayama and Mingming were similar to being underground, and the top was also unclear but full of light.

Mingming looked up to signal Kenmei Isayama whether to go up, and he nodded.

Now that we have come here, going back to the tunnel is a long ghost wall. Going up may be the way to get out of this evil place.

"Let's go up together."

Kenmei Isayama showed that he didn't find anything unusual, so he suggested

Finally, the two came to the light, and when they stepped on the last step and returned to the ground.

The world in front of them seemed to have retreated fifty years, and it was the scene of the last century.

"Is this the platform?"

Now what appeared in front of Kenmei Isayama and Mingming was an almost completely open-air platform, tattered, and everything was rusty. It was used to wait for the train. Only a pole not far above had a sign hanging on it that read "July Platform."

This platform seemed to be completely deserted and abandoned. The seats were all iron and corroded by wind and sun. The ground was unrecognizable. Scarlet rust covered every place Kenmei Isayama could see.

Including the rails under the platform, the rails on the ground were rusted to the point of breaking into sections. It can be said that any train running on it would easily derail.

Regardless of whether it was in front of the railway track or behind the railway track on the platform, Kenmei Jianshan looked around and saw that all the worlds leading to it were covered by a black fog.

There was no one in front of the empty platform, and there was no train, only a railway track leading to the unknown darkness. It looked very horrible and terrifying. I don't know how to describe it. The fog seemed alive and exuded an extremely terrifying breath.

"Wait!"

At this time, Mingming thought of something. When he looked back at the place where he and Kenmei Jianshan had just come up, it had been replaced by a red brick wall. There was no trace of a tunnel.

The way back was blocked.

Suddenly, a broadcast came from somewhere with a hoarse and old voice, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"Passengers, please pay attention, the train will arrive soon."

"Woo woo"

Soon Kenmei Jianshan and Mingming heard a very urgent and loud voice coming from the fog, and soon a dilapidated black steam train came out of the fog and stayed steadily on the platform.

Kenmei Isayama saw from the window of the stopped train that it seemed to be full of people, densely packed and motionless.

"Is that Hattori Takayuki?"

Kenmei's voice caught Kenmei Isayama's attention, "Who is that?"

"The missing first-level sorcerer."

Mingming looked at the short-haired man wearing a black windbreaker of a sorcerer standing among the group of "ghosts" on the train. He still stood straight with a complicated expression.

And the open door of the train seemed to welcome the two to get on board.

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