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A messy old fashioned public restroom.

The light was dim, and the sound of water droplets came from the depths of the darkness from time to time.

The old walls were mottled and yellowed, and in many places, the wall skin was already warped, rolling outward like open flesh.

There are messy footprints all over the concrete floor.

Above the dry and yellowed sink, a half-length mirror hangs silently.

Fu Qitang stood quietly in front of the mirror, with an expression on his face that seemed to be contemplative or in a daze.

"Squeak-"

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the door panel moved and made a dry sound like howling. Hearing the noise, Fu Qitang instinctively looked back, but the figure reflected in the mirror remained motionless, and the originally handsome face was instantly distorted and deformed. His eyes were dark, staring straight at the defenseless Fu Qitang.

As the corners of the mouth slowly raised, countless blood bubbles and pustules emerged out of thin air, densely covering every inch of the figure's exposed skin.

An arm that was dripping with pus and whose shape could not be discerned quickly protruded from the mirror, and went straight to the back of Fu Qitang's neck, trying to strangle him severely before he turned his head, and then dragged him into the mirror.

However, the moment that arm was about to touch Fu Qitang, a hand wearing a half black leather glove stretched out from the side and grabbed it.

"It's finally here."

In just a few words, there is a sigh of relief and happiness.

"You're almost impatient. If it's a few minutes later, I guess I'm really going to die. The smell is too strong."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help wrinkling his nose, and muttered softly: "The train is too wicked, no wonder this ghost is so angry, who wants to stay in the public toilet for several years."

He said, and at the same time exerted force with his hand, accompanied by a shrill roar and the sound of the mirror shattering, a lump of flesh covered with eyes was pulled out of the mirror abruptly by him!

During this process, some of the eyes on the fleshy body were too late to close, and were pierced hard by the sharp mirror fragments, and sticky plasma suddenly splashed out.

The piece of meat immediately let out a high-pitched, unbearable howl.

Fu Qitang, who had been prepared for a long time, seemed to have never heard of it, but when he saw what the thing he pulled out looked like, he was uncontrollably stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "...the little thing looks quite unique."

Then, in the weird atmosphere where the meat was struggling and wriggling crazily, and countless eyes were crying, he held the blade in his other hand and poked into the depths of the meat with no expression on his face.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

After a while, he took out a small amber stone from the body of the piece of meat, and then distractedly glanced at the barrage, "The eye of truth, what is it?"

……

The scene shatters, the pieces dissipate again, and in turn a new spin falls.

In carriage No. 0, Fu Qitang was sitting lazily, with his long legs crossed on the table, his head propped on one hand, and he was listlessly looking at the newcomers in front of him.

"What's your name? Briefly tell us about your respective situations. Well, it's best not to exceed three sentences."

"Qitang, are you afraid that the newcomer will be too nervous?"

There was a burst of laughter from the side, and a young woman in a wine red puff-sleeve shirt was sitting on the chair beside her, also resting her chin on one hand, looking at Fu Qitang while talking.

"No." Fu Qitang raised his eyelids, with a careless tone in his voice, "I'm sleepy."

Several nervous newcomers introduced themselves one by one.

"Zheng Long. 35 years old, selling computers..."

"Tian Xiaoxiao. 20 years old, college student..."

"Li Qi..."

"Who the hell are you?"

The trembling self-introduction was suddenly interrupted and replaced by a provocative sentence full of gunpowder.That voice was pleasant, slightly deep, frivolous and cold, like a broken plant exuding a pungent scent of vitality.

Fu Qitang opened his eyes and looked, and found that the speaker was between a teenager and a young man, and he looked like a big boy in general, with deep and sharp eyes, staring at him fiercely with a sullen face.

"Didn't your mother teach you to say your own name before asking someone else's name?" The man sneered, and under the shocked and terrified gaze of the others, he casually pulled over the empty chair next to him and sat down with a golden knife. Next, face to face with Fu Qitang.

"Or you don't have a name?"

Sitting crookedly in the chair, Fu Qitang stared fixedly at the young boy in front of him who was full of youthfulness but couldn't hide his unruliness, and he didn't smoke at first glance, and suddenly smiled after a while.

"Get to know each other, my name is Fu Qitang." He sat up, leaned forward suddenly to close the distance between the two, reached out and patted each other on the shoulder, "If you are lucky, welcome to join my team."

"Should I say thank you for the compliment?"

"That's not necessary, because you probably don't have that luck." Fu Qitang smiled, then stood up and walked away meanly, "Come on and live, little wolf boy."

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My good fellow, it's me who is the king of the king!

The corner of Fu Qitang's mouth twitched as he watched quietly, and it took a little effort to resist the urge to reach out and cover his face.

The picture quickly turned dark, which was a sign that it was about to dissipate.

In the final moments, Fu Qitang raced against time to stare at the unfamiliar yet extremely familiar figure who was still sitting on the chair, holding his breath and refusing to bow his head.

The younger Gong Zijun.

How old was he then?Seventeen or eighteen?Probably not yet 20 years old, much younger than now, but also very insolent.

He is very thin and not as tall as he is now. It can be seen that the living conditions before were not good. He was wearing a somewhat worn black T-shirt with rolled edges. The shoulder blades protruded under the thin fabric. If you touch it It should be very difficult.

Adam's apple is also prominent.

The lips are very pale in color, with a few fine dry lines, like petals about to wither.

Only a pair of eyes are deep and sharp, almost the same as now.

Fu Qitang suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of loss, as if he was regretting something, but this emotion came and went quickly, and when the picture completely darkened, it also dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

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The basement floor of an abandoned dilapidated factory somewhere on the outskirts of the city.

In the darkness, Fu Qitang ran forward desperately.

The violent breathing pulled every nerve in his body, and his lungs were painful and dry, as if he had swallowed a handful of hot coarse sand.

The surrounding air was sultry and sweet, and under the vague smell of formalin, a strange stench lingered in Fu Qitang's nose like a ghost.

His stomach twitched violently, and a desire to vomit spontaneously arose, but he didn't dare to slow down at all, because that terrifying ghost might catch up from behind at any time!

boom--

A blunt dull pain came slowly from his face, and Fu Qitang felt that he had bumped into something head-on, and some viscous and foul-smelling liquid spilled out, covering his head and body.

The sudden reaction force made Fu Qitang lose his balance, his limp limbs no longer listened to the command of his brain, and he fell down on the rough concrete floor.

Due to the darkness, Fu Qitang accidentally knocked over a table next to him during this process, and the things placed on it fell, and there were a few sticky muffled sounds when they fell to the ground.

Snapped--

The lights above the head suddenly turned on at this moment.

The dazzling white light poured down, involuntarily poured into Fu Qitang's eyes, and quickly spread around him, illuminating the things that were originally covered by darkness one by one.

He instinctively closed his eyes to relieve the pain, and then opened them again. The first thing he saw was the overturned black wooden table not far away, and a plump white arm.

This arm has beautiful lines and delicate skin. Both the wrist joint and the elbow joint are round and lovely. Every inch seems to be carefully polished by the creator, but that's all.

That's a single arm!

It was roughly chopped off from the shoulder, and the incision was hideous, but there was no trace of blood on the cut surface, only slightly dried flesh and blood remained.

Fu Qitang froze for a moment, his eyes slowly shifted to the side.

A missing hand.

Another white arm.

Two thick, hairy legs.

There are so many human remains on the overturned table!

Fu Qitang opened his eyes wide, and belatedly raised his hand to touch the liquid splashed on his face just now.

Viscous, dark red blood.

He raised his head abruptly, only to see a disemboweled and emptied corpse hanging in the air!

The limbs of the corpse were cut off, leaving only the torso, and the head was like a smashed watermelon, hanging heavily in front of the dissected chest cavity.

A large black iron hook covered with rust went through the neck of the corpse and hung it up.

One, two, three... As the lights in the distance gradually turned on, hundreds of corpses just appeared in Fu Qitang's sight!

Some of them lowered their heads, while others raised their heads in a terrifying posture because of the weird upward bending of the cervical spine.

Pale face, empty eye sockets, and a frozen smile like a clown.

Suddenly there was a wind blowing, the wind was obviously very light, but these hundreds of corpses were like strings of bacon being hung up, swaying from side to side in the wind.

On the other side, dozens of black wooden tables were neatly arranged one by one, with disassembled arms and legs densely placed on them.

Men's and women's, old people's and children's.

Fu Qitang's Adam's apple rolled, resisting the urge to vomit and got up from the ground.

At this moment, he only felt that the slaughterhouse he was in was so vast that he would never be able to escape.

no!There is no time to lose!

Fu Qitang suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately retreated step by step to the depths of the factory building.

The strong bloody smell and rotting stench became heavier and heavier. He hurriedly shuttled through the "forest" of corpses, and encountered those corpses that were either cold, stiff, or sticky and limp countless times.

The deeper he went, the more terrified Fu Qitang's expression became. The huge pressure made his brain unable to think at all, and he could only temporarily close it to achieve the purpose of self-protection.

Suddenly, a pair of soft arms hanging in the air swayed and brushed against his neck, and then exerted force suddenly, abruptly changing the original trajectory, rushing straight towards Fu Qitang like lightning, wrapping him tightly.

The hanged corpse has no limbs, so it is a ghost that entangles him!

"Hee hee, I caught you~"

A pale ghost loomed up from behind Fu Qitang laughing.

Its voice was ethereal and ethereal, echoing in the factory building and among hundreds of corpses, it was indescribably eerie and strange.

It separated a clone to pretend to be chasing after Fu Qitang, in order to force Fu Qitang here, and its main body was disguised as one of countless corpses, hanging quietly in mid-air, waiting for Fu Qitang Deliver it to your door.

The ghost sticks out half of its incomplete tongue, and a lot of stinky saliva drips down. However, just as it is about to enjoy the food, Fu Qitang, who seems to be a fish on an anvil, suddenly chuckles.

"Then, I caught you too."

As he said that, his whole body's aura changed, instantly switching from the fear of losing his body to the calmness of winning.

The entire upper body exerted strength at the same time, it seemed that it didn't move much, but suddenly gathered a strong and fierce momentum, it was about to explode violently in the air, severely injuring the ghost.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out from the shadow under a nearby table, and flew towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

He was holding a table knife in his hand, the blade was covered with a thin layer of golden powder - Fu Qitang recognized that it was a special item in the dungeon, which had a strong effect of exorcising and purifying ghosts.

Then, Fu Qitang could only feel the airflow brought by the blade passing against his chin, making a dull sound like cutting rubber.

Amidst Li Gui's resentful and shrill screams, the visitor pushed Fu Qitang hard with his shoulders, and then stabbed him with a backhand, forcing Li Gui back, turned and ran before all the golden powder fell, and pulled him up Fu Qitang who was still out of condition.

After the two ran a certain distance and found a relatively safe place to hide again, Fu Qitang breathed gently while looking at the person in front of him with a delicate expression.

Gongzi County.

"The train is the strongest... that's it?" Leaning against the wall, Gong Zijun raised the hem of his clothes and wiped the blade, while sneering softly.

"If I hadn't saved you, you should be hung up like them now."

He lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth curled into a shallow arc.The tone was as understated as possible, but it still brought out a little pride that was hard to suppress.

If you didn't save me, the dungeon is over now, we can sit in the dining car and chat.

Fu Qitang complained silently in his heart, but didn't say it out loud.

Gong Zijun didn't know his plan. Under the circumstances at that time, he thought that he was haunted by ghosts and it was difficult to escape, so he was willing to come out to save him, which was really rare.

After all, this is his second copy.

What's more, he also used up those extremely precious golden powders.

Thinking of this, Fu Qitang looked at Gong Zijun with great interest, "Then I thank you?"

"This still needs to use interrogative sentences. It seems that you have no sincerity."

Fu Qitang paused for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the other person's hand, shaking it enthusiastically, and said sincerely, "Thank you so much!"

"..."

"Pfft——" Seeing Gong Zijun's sudden sluggishness, Fu Qitang couldn't help laughing, "I'm just kidding, I can't help being funny." While speaking, he squeezed his hand deliberately with a little strength.

Feeling the gap between the palms of the two, Fu Qitang clicked his tongue, "Unexpectedly, you are not very old, your hands are quite big, and your fingers are also long. How about it? Do you want to learn how to play basketball from the coach?"

"..."

Gong Zijun's face darkened even more.

"Oh, I see, it seems that I have a bigger temper." Fu Qitang was still smiling.

Gong Zijun withdrew his hand, turned his head aside with a cold face.

After a while, he finally couldn't help coughing.

Fu Qitang turned his head to look at him, but saw that he lowered his eyes and said nothing, and kicked his shoe with his foot.

Gong Zijun didn't look at him, and moved his feet inward.

Fu Qitang simply stretched his legs and kicked again, and took a step closer, tilting his head slightly and asked curiously: "Didn't you call me, why didn't you speak?"

After a moment of silence, Gong Zijun opened his mouth and deliberately looked away, a little unconvinced and relieved, and said, "Do I have that luck now?"

Fu Qitang blinked, feeling that this sentence was inexplicably familiar.

His memory has always been good, and he quickly remembered that he had said something similar to Gong Zijun who had just gotten into the car two weeks ago——

"If you are lucky, welcome to join my team."

"Should I say thank you for the compliment?"

"That's not necessary, because you probably don't have that luck."

He smiled again, pure and sincere, with a little embarrassment.

"Of course, you are welcome to join my team." Fu Qitang said seriously.