Valon: Even a supporting character can change his fate.

Don't think that the country is full of high-rise buildings and elite white-collar workers. They are all on TV or are deliberately packaged to deceive foreigners.

In reality, the country is vast and sparsely populated, especially in the southwestern region where the environment is harsh. The population is even more pitiful and bandits are rampant. Otherwise, there would be no story about western cowboys and sheriffs.

In this small town with a sparse population and relatively backward technology and economy, the entertainment activities available to residents are very limited, and bars have become the favorite entertainment venues for men in the town.

After a busy day's work, meet up with two or three friends, go to the bar for a few drinks, and brag about your skills. Not to mention how cool it is.

Today, the bar is as lively as ever, with all kinds of unkempt men drinking. The noise, laughter, and a lot of vulgar language fill the whole bar.

boom!

Just when the atmosphere was about to reach its climax, the door of the bar was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

The sound of banging on the door instantly stunned everyone in the bar, and they subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.

And the person who opened the door and walked in was none other than Tara.

After entering the door, Tara walked straight to the bar as if there was no one around. After sitting down, she knocked on the bar with her hand. After attracting the bartender's attention, she pointed to a bottle of spirits diagonally above.

"I want this."

Everyone who came was a customer, and although he didn't like this guy, the bartender didn't want to cause trouble, so he took out a glass and planned to pour the other person a drink.

"Give it directly to me."

The bartender who was about to pour the wine was stopped by Tara. Seeing that the other person was unmoved, Tara directly reached out and snatched the entire bottle of wine from the other person's hand, and then made a frenzied noise with his mouth.

boom!

The bottle was only half full when Tara smashed it against the bar.

"It's so refreshing. I haven't tasted wine for a long time."

After saying that, Tara drank the remaining half of the bottle. After drinking, she pointed to another bottle of wine and said, "Give me that bottle too."

The bartender has been working for so many years and has seen many drunkards, but he has never seen such a drinking method. It was a full bottle of strong liquor, and the other party drank it all in two breaths?

Although the bartender is not worried that the person will die from ingesting too much alcohol, what the bartender is really worried about is whether the person will pay.

"Hey sir, you have to pay first and settle the payment for your bottle of wine before I get it for you."

"Give me the wine...!"

Angry Tara grabbed the bottle next to her and threw it directly at the bartender.

Fortunately, the bartender was agile and managed to avoid being shot in the head.

"Damn it, who's belt was untied and let you out?"

In the southwest of the Bad Country, the most indispensable thing is the grumpy red neck. Seeing Tara being so bad, some people will naturally not be able to help but teach her a lesson.

No, a man with a thick beard came over and slapped his hand on the bar. His eyes as big as bells felt like they would burst out of fire at any moment.

Tara glanced at the other person out of the corner of her eye, "What an ignorant wretch, he doesn't even know he's going to die soon."

"Am I going to die?"

The bearded man laughed out loud when he heard what Tara said, and then said with murderous intent, "I don't know if I'm going to die soon, but I'm afraid you won't be alive for long."

After saying that, the bearded man directly pulled out the revolver from his waist and slapped it on the table.

"Beg for mercy on the ground and pay for the drink. Maybe I can spare your life."

After glancing at the revolver on the bar, Tara slowly stood up and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, the people around thought that Tara was scared and wanted to escape. How could they let it go? They surrounded her one after another, and each of them had a gun in their hand, which was only bigger than the bearded revolver.

"Five, four, three..."

"What are you talking about there?"

"Two, one."

Just as Tara was finishing the countdown, there was a roar of a train. Before anyone could react, a train with a faint light smashed through the wall of the bar and rushed in.

The bearded bartender and most of the bar were smashed into pieces.

Do you think this is over?

After smashing most of the bar, the train did not leave, but slowly stopped.

The moment the car door opened, a dozen ugly-looking souls jumped out from inside, killing all the living creatures in sight.

Yes, this train is the spirit train that Valon mentioned, and these dead souls who got off the train are all passengers on the train.

As soul trains continue to appear all over the world, turning a large number of ghosts into passengers, the number of ghosts decreases significantly over time, so the trains have to start actively creating ghosts.

Just like now, even though there are live people in the bar, when these dead souls finish hunting, these people will all become ghosts.

As if she didn't see the hell on earth in front of her, Tara casually opened the few dead souls in front of her and strode onto the train.

The interior of the spirit train is no different from an ordinary train. The only difference is that the people sitting on the seats are no longer humans, but ghosts.

These ghosts instantly became restless after seeing Tara getting into the car.

Instinct tells them that if they can eat the other person, they will become very powerful, so powerful that they can even leave this broken train.

"Stupid guy, go to hell!"

Soon there were uncontrollable dead souls who took action against Tara, and the person who took action was, no, it should be said to be a ghost. He was a burned-out ghost whose whole body was charred black and wrapped in flames. Every move he made exuded a stench.

"Disgusting guy."

Tara had never been accustomed to facing a guy who was so anxious to reincarnate. He punched the opponent hard in the face with his backhand. After an explosion, the head of the burned ghost was directly blown away, and the flames on his body also followed. It dispersed, and the charred corpse fell on the aisle.

In an instant, the noisy carriage suddenly became deathly quiet.

At this moment, one of the dead souls suddenly shouted, "There is only one of us. Let's all attack together. After we kill him, we will all share equally."

This is a good idea. If you encounter an unusually powerful opponent, a pack of wolves can indeed kill a tiger, but no one is willing to be the one at the moment.

After all, everyone can see the outcome of the burning ghost, and whoever takes the lead will die.

Seeing that no one took action, Tara shook her head helplessly, then walked forward and came to a seat. Sitting on the seat in front of him was a man whose body was half crushed and covered in blood. ghost.

Tara leaned down slightly and her voice was not loud but could be heard by all the ghosts present.

"Did you say that just now?"

The dead man shook his head quickly, but it was too late.

Tara grabbed the other person's neck and lifted him up, then threw him hard on the aisle. Before the other person could stand up, he stepped up and crushed the head of the dead guy.