Return from the second dimension

Gray Wolf: "Unfortunately, what she saw was not the scene at that time. The train at that time was running normally and there was no accident. She saw the scene now-the train is heading to hell."

Gray Wolf: "However, she didn't know that the future she saw was caused by herself. It was because of her desperate suicide because of the future she saw, this ghost appeared, which made this train drive to hell and made her. The scene I saw."

Sun Baihe took Cortilia and ran towards the front of the car.

Chapter 231-My Daughter Can't Do It, Can I?

Time was urgent, and Sun Baihe raced against the clock, making a few jumps on the fast-moving train, and steadily landed on the locomotive.

Cortilia is a dancer from her background. She has very good physical fitness, especially her agility. She can make various poses. She is not as wild as Sun Baihe, but she is not slow.

Only a few seconds later, he got behind Sun Baihe.

At this time, Sun Baihe had already begun to observe the situation inside.

Cortilia asked in a low voice: "How is it inside?"

"Nobody, it's a bit weird, but the problem is not big." Sun Baihe said, turning over and entering the car.

Cortilia's petite body, the rabbit flew down, borrowed force from the railing, and entered the car along the door opened by Sun Baihe.

She observed from left to right, and there was no one.

In other words, no one has appeared for a long time, and spider webs have appeared in the cockpit, with a layer of dust on them.

Cortilia looked at Sun Baihe, who was playing with the instrument, and asked: "Could it be that no one has been driving these days? Is the car moving?"

"It's possible, it's possible that this is not just a normal world anymore. It's like the gray fog in front, like the compartment in the car." Sun Baihe slowed the train, "So follow me and don't separate."

Cortilia nodded.

The speed of the train gradually dropped.

The strange footsteps in the carriages stepping on the ceiling, like rusty machines that move slowly and stiffly, slow down and become stuck, adding a bit of weirdness

effective.

The slowing of the train can affect the speed at which the ghosts and passengers in the carriage walk upside down on the ceiling, which shows that Sun Baihe's previous analysis is correct.

The ghost took the entire train of passengers to the underworld, and wrapped the train to the ghost world.

Parking can in turn curb the actions of ghosts.

"It's about to stop." Cortilia said.

The trees on both sides moved slowly back, and the sound of footsteps came to a halt.

According to past experience, it should have escaped this ghost attack.

Suddenly, Sun Baihe turned around, and his left hand violently embraced Cortilia, and rushed out of the cockpit with her flying arrows.

At the same time, an old man in a captain's suit, standing upside down with his feet on the ceiling, appeared in the cockpit.

The man's clothes were dirty, his hair was knotted, his skin was dark, his expression was stiff and dead, and his eyes were hollow.

Sun Baihe tumbling with Cortilia, then suddenly stopped.

Long black hair appeared on the ground, like a mop.

Above it is a side face of a dead man.

The ghost who was in their compartment did not know when they crossed several carriages, appeared in the last carriage, and appeared in front of them.

Behind him, the captain who turned into a ghost phenomenon was faintly visible, and the ghost in front of him, with his neck turning stiffly, was about to look at them.

Little by little, turn around.

Cortilia was held by Sun Baihe and did not see the ghost, but at this moment, she and Victoriga in her body felt a kind of spiritual tingling.

The goose bumps all over my body are up.

They all know that this is being targeted by the ghost!

Faced with such a dangerous situation, Sun Baihe did not change his face.

"5."

"4."

"3."

"2."

I still count the numbers in a hurry. When the ghost in front is about to turn his head, and the captain who becomes part of the ghost phenomenon in the back is about to appear in the corridor, count the last number.

"1."

At this moment, the train came to a complete standstill.The ghost dissipated just before seeing them.

With a feeling of turning around the world, in a blink of an eye, the passengers walking upside down in the corridor all returned to the appearance of standing on the ground.

One by one, from the expressionless and lifeless look on their faces just now, they became lively and vivid, some of them were surprised, some were scared, and some of their faces still kept the look of fear.

Some people are at a loss with a kind of astonishment.

It wasn't until I found the reaction of the people around me, the hats scattered on the ground and the smell of urine from the car, that they had indeed experienced the great horror.

Sun Baihe didn't know what happened to them in the world where they were not living?

There is no need to know.

He took Cortilia back to the cockpit. There was no one inside. He sighed and looked ahead.With a wide field of vision, the gray fog has disappeared, and the track has become extremely clear.

The train could only be driven temporarily by him, and Sun Baihe started the train again.

"Is it all right?" Cortilia asked.

Sun Baihe replied: "This ghost’s law of killing will only act once a day, at least today will not attack this car again. This car is being attacked by a domain-level ghost, and other ghosts are less likely to appear. In a short time, this is the safest place."

Cordelia was silent for a while: "We are being watched."

After studying the ghosts with Sun Baihe and Victoriga for more than a year, she is very familiar with the various characteristics of ghost operations.

Understand that the feeling at the last moment was being stared at by the ghost, even if he escaped this attack, there would be another one.

"Yes, but we are about to reach the border, and it doesn't matter if we are stared at." Sun Baihe said, "Anyway, there are many ghosts staring at us, not bad for this one."

Encountering a domain-level ghost this time made Cortilia dispel the last trace of luck.