The vicious female supporting role is reborn to create everyone equally

The three of them followed the funeral procession and everything went smoothly when they passed the first carriage.

Minshu had been observing the situation around him and found that there were about five people left in this carriage. All five of them had blond hair and blue eyes, and it was obvious that they were not locals.

She didn't pay much attention, and the foreigners in this carriage didn't notice them either, because no one dared to look in that direction.

When we got to the second carriage, there were more people.

There were more than ten people still alive.

Moreover, these people are all yellow people, but they don’t speak the native language.

When the funeral procession arrived, although everyone stopped talking at the same time, it could be seen that one of them must have someone to rely on, otherwise they would not be so calm.

Just as Min Shu and the other two were passing by, they suddenly heard a voice in the international language: "Stop."

She looked at the person who was speaking, and he immediately asked in the common language: "Who are you? What country are you from? Why are you following this group? Do you have a way to escape from here?"

Min Shu did not answer and looked away again.

A trace of anger flashed across the face of the man who spoke: "I told you to stop!"

He pulled out his samurai sword and slashed at the girl in the middle from mid-air.

Min Shu didn't move his brows, just a glance indifferently, the white silk had already fallen from the air, strangled the man's neck, and lifted him up. The little ghost who was leading the way jumped up, skillfully took off his head, and sank the head and body into the puddle.

The puddle grew larger again.

Min Shu walked more easily, glancing at the other people in the carriage, hoping that one or two more would pop up so that this little ghost could grow faster.

It was like hearing her voice.

Another man with a samurai sword appears, and he roars, "I'm going to kill you to avenge Jiro!"

There was no need for Min Shu to take action this time. The tattooed man, who had been worried that he had not made any contribution and was afraid of being left behind, went forward to take action.

With his bare hands, he fought on equal terms with the sword-wielding warrior in this narrow train compartment.

It can be seen that his claim that he can beat five people alone is not in vain.

When the tattooed man and the warrior were fighting, they were very careful not to step on the blood and paper money on the ground.

But the tattooed man has Minshu's puddle to protect him, while the warrior does not.

He could only jump and move on different chairs, but because of the limited space, he was finally subdued by the tattooed man.

"Master, do you want this knife?"

Minshu asked Xiaogui to pick off his head and throw it into the puddle, then shook his head: "You can take it yourself."

The tattooed man was delighted: "Okay."

She looked at the foreigners who had bags under their eyes and were angry but dared not act rashly. After thinking for half a second, she felt that it would be better to cut the grass at its roots.

It is obvious that some of these people know some magic. Just because the man didn't take action just now doesn't mean they won't trip him up after they leave.

On this train, any sign of danger should be nipped in the bud.

Min Shu called Xiao Gui back, put away the white silk, and took out the fan of the square dance auntie.

This fan is the most suitable weapon for group killing skills in her hand.

"Would you like to be my dance partner?"

Min Shu had a smile on his face but his tone was stern. He threw the red fan forward, and with just one turn, he had already harvested three lives.

"stop!"

Among the countless foreign languages, there is an international common language mixed with anger and fear.

A short old man stood up and said, "Madam, we have offended you. We would like to apologize to you. Please forgive us. For this, we are willing to give you an apology gift."

What the old man handed over with both hands was actually an eyeball.

Min Shu's eyes fell on the eyeball, and he suddenly sneered, "Little gui."

The puddle ghost suddenly appeared under the old man and dragged him down. The old man's shocked expression was drowned in the puddle.

Soon, an eyeball emerged at the other side of the Minshu puddle.

His eyeballs were bloodshot and his eyes were evil and resentful.

This is the eyeball that was born from a dead blind man who turned into a monster. This eyeball can remember and mark enemies. Once it sees an enemy, it will fight to the death.

The old man raised his eyeballs in order to mark a few people and then look for an opportunity to seek revenge.

Logically speaking, there should be a pair of eyeballs.

Min Shu threw the fan forward again. The rotating red fan was like the sharpest killing weapon or a hungry wolf sniffing blood. In an instant, Min Shu and a girl in kimono were the only ones left in the carriage.

The girl held a fan in her hand and smiled as she watched Min Shu clapping gracefully.

"You are such a powerful person who deserves respect and admiration."

Min Shu did not look at her, but saw the two shikigami hidden in the darkness beside her.

No wonder so many people could survive in this carriage.

Even if the girl in front of him is Min Shu now, it cannot be said that she is absolutely suppressed.

The girl also knew this and smiled, "It just so happens that I think these people deserve to die. I am very happy that you helped me kill them. This eyeball is the other eyeball I just had. I will give it to you as a reward."

Min Shu could see that the girl was telling the truth.

The funeral procession had been going on for a while, and she didn't want to waste any more time, so she asked Xiao Gui to take the eyeball from the girl and quickly left the carriage.

"My Lord, I don't have any friends yet. Do you think she would be willing to be my friend?"

No one answered.

The girl smiled and tapped her wrist bones with her fan: "I forgot to ask her just now, I'll go ask her now."

After saying this, she stood up gracefully, her clogged feet stepping into the pool of blood, and left the empty carriage gracefully and joyfully.

Min Shu had not walked far when he realized from the puddle that the girl was following him.

But I didn't sense any malice from her, and this road wasn't hers, so I didn't interfere.

The carriage she was in at the moment was the one with the heaviest casualties she had ever seen.

There is no living person.

But if that were all, it wouldn't be strange, and it wouldn't be worth her staying.

But Minshu discovered that among the pile of corpses, there was actually one person wearing a flight attendant's uniform, and she was holding a card tightly in her hand.

Min Shu took out the card and found that it was an access card.

And it is very likely the access card to the train cab.

Minshu put away the access card and was about to leave when he saw the girl in kimono chasing after him.

When she saw Min Shu, her eyes lit up. Just as she was about to say something, she saw the card in her hand again.

So he exclaimed in confusion.

“I have this card, too.”

She took out a card that looked exactly the same from somewhere, and said to Min Shu without any ulterior motives, "This card appeared after you left. It's strange, so I picked it up to see if it can be used for anything."

Minshu: “Can you show it to me?”

"of course can."

Minshu took the access card from the kimono girl, carefully observed the difference between the two cards, and finally found the difference.

The card in Minshu's hand has a 2 in the upper left corner, while the one in the kimono girl's hand has a 5 written on it.

Although the purpose of the numbers is not yet known, it can be inferred that there are at least five of these access cards.

"Back to you."

The girl in kimono took it back with a smile.

The two didn't talk anymore and continued to go their separate ways.

Minshu quickened his pace and followed behind the funeral procession. The girl in kimono also had her own way, stepping on the blood without leaving any trace.

Soon, they reached the carriage closest to the cockpit.