Chapter 199 The Power of the Ghost Train

Heijiji thought for a while, pointed at Zhao Hao and said: "Little brother, why don't you call yourself Cuihua?"

"Ah!?" Zhao Hao was dumbfounded.

"Little brother, think about it, you are a man, the code name must be reversed, the name Cuihua has nothing to do with you at first glance."

"That's right!" Zhao Hao's eyes lit up: "From now on, I will be called Cuihua."

"What about me?" The fat man also asked with a little expectation and nervousness.

"You can call yourself Qiuxiang."

"Good name! No one will definitely associate this name with me."

At this time, Heijiji set his sights on Fang Xiu again: "Brother Xiu, do you want to have a code name too? You are so manly, let me think about it, or call someone..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Fang Xiu's calm voice: "It seems that you still don't remember. "

Hei Jiji's mouth suddenly pursed: "Brother Xiu, I don't mean anything else, I just want to take care of your safety. If you don't want to call people..."

"A liar has to swallow a thousand needles."

The calm words exploded in Hei Jiji's heart like a thunder, and her heart immediately set off a huge wave.

Why did he know that I dreamed of this sentence in my dream!?

Is it a coincidence? Or intentional?

Hei Jiji's eyes suddenly became alert.

But he said aggrievedly: "Brother Xiu, what are you talking about? Where did I lie, I just..."

"We have arrived at the Drum Tower. "Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.

The crowd realized at this moment that the Drum Tower Station, which had been flashing green light before, had now turned scarlet blood red.

And it was obvious that the strange train began to slow down.

Everyone was shocked and looked out of the window. They saw a ray of light in the distance outside the window, which was originally pitch black.

As the train got closer, everyone finally saw what the light was. It was a lonely wooden drum tower with torches burning in it. The weak light barely illuminated it.

And its four sides Around, where the firelight could not reach, there was a bottomless darkness.

The Drum Tower stood alone in the darkness, dead silent.

Such a strange building appeared in the darkness, and anyone who saw it would be scared, especially on the strange train.

Gradually, the strange train stopped, near the Drum Tower.

Bang!

The door that had been unable to open before suddenly opened at this moment.

It seemed to suggest that everyone get off the train.

But the problem was that getting off the train would face this strange Drum Tower, and everyone was undecided, so they all looked at Fang Xiu.

"Brother Xiu, should we get off the train?"

"The train has arrived, why not get off?" Fang Xiu looked at the Drum Tower with deep eyes, and the gluttonous mouth on the palm of his left hand was ready to move.

At this moment, a cold and terrifying atmosphere suddenly filled the train. The breath was invisible and intangible, but it was creepy, as if a pair of invisible hands were touching your skin.

Everyone was shocked instantly.

"My spirituality is frozen! "Bai Qi's face suddenly became very ugly.

"Mine too!"

"Not only is the spirit frozen, but the ability can't be used either."

Fang Xiu's heart moved slightly, he found that his spirit was also frozen, when he tried to use the strange power, it turned out that he couldn't use it.

This is the power of the strange train!

It can actually suppress the spirit master and even the strange power.

Not only that, as time went by, everyone felt colder and colder, as if falling into an ice cave, as if the blood began to coagulate.

Hei Jiji exclaimed: "This strange train has the power to freeze everything. If it goes on like this, we will be frozen to death. It is urging us to get off the train."

"Let's go. "Fang Xiu took the lead and got off the train.

The moment he left the train, the power that froze everything disappeared, his body slowly recovered, and his mind became active.

This made him more curious about the strange train. If the strange train was strange, it would be at least S-level.

With his current strength, under the blessing of the original mask, he could still be suppressed and frozen, which was enough to show the power of the strange train.

"The spirit is restored!"

Everyone followed Fang Xiu and got off the train.

"It seems that there is only one way in front of us. Now we will die if we go back to the strange train. We can only go to the drum tower." Yang Ming said solemnly.

Hei Jiji proposed a different opinion.

"Why do we have to go to the drum tower? Although it is dark around here, it seems to be an open space. Why don't we walk in the dark and stay away from the drum tower? After all, this drum tower looks very weird. "

"Don't go to the darkness around! "The fat man screamed as if he was frightened.

"My ability is teleportation. As my strength increases, I can now slightly sense the fluctuations of space. There are spatial turbulences everywhere in this darkness. If you go in, you will definitely die!"

"Spatial turbulence? Fatty, are you sure you sensed it correctly?"

The fat man nodded palely: "It's not wrong. The space in the darkness is disordered. Once you go in, you may never get out again, and you may even be strangled by the spatial turbulence."

At this time, the drum tower suddenly sounded with a heavy, slow, but weird rhythm of drums.

In the darkness, Fang Xiu's mouth corners unconsciously raised a grim smile: "It seems that the owner of the drum tower is welcoming us."

Then, he walked straight towards the drum tower.

Seeing this, everyone hurried to follow.

Fang Xiu followed the direction of the drum sound and soon entered the drum tower.

This drum tower is about five meters high, painted with dark red paint, and many places have faded. It is very shabby, as if it will collapse in the next second.

At the top of the drum tower, there stands a huge red-painted white drum, which is also shabby.

The thumping drum sound came from this big drum. Next to the drum stood a figure, a very slender figure, just like a bamboo pole. The weirdest thing is that its head is very huge, five times the size of a normal person's head.

It looks like a big-headed doll.

This big-headed doll is constantly hitting the drum with its big head, making a chest-suffocating drum sound.

When everyone saw this horrible scene, coupled with the weird drum sound, they only felt a breath of difficulty.

At this moment, the sound of gears turning came from the neck of the big-headed doll. I saw that its head suddenly turned 180 degrees, facing everyone, and its face was completely exposed to everyone.

Its face is extremely round, like a perfect circle, with thick white powder and creepy blush on its face. Its eyes are as big as an adult's fist, without a nose, but with a cherry mouth with red lips.

Its eyes are as big as copper bells, but they are very empty, like a puppet without a soul.

"There are so many people, let's play together, hehe..."

The chilling and sharp laughter came from the scarlet cherry mouth, like scratching a blackboard with nails, piercing the eardrum.

"I like playing 123 wooden man the most. I will turn around after I knock on the drum three times. Don't let me find anyone moving, or you will die. As long as you can get on the drum tower, you will win."

After saying that, the big-headed doll turned his head without waiting for everyone to react, and then began to prepare to knock on the drum.

"Leave it to me." Bai Qi took a step forward and said, he was still very confident in his speed. At a distance of more than five meters, let alone knocking on the drum three times, if the big-headed doll can knock on the drum half, he will lose.

Bai Qi tapped his feet lightly, and his speed burst out. He rushed towards the big-headed doll like a sharp arrow.

But when he rushed to the middle of the air, bang!

A dull drum sounded.

Bai Qi's face changed drastically in an instant. He felt as if his bones were dislocated and his muscles were all out of balance. He froze and fell directly from the air.