Chapter 47: A Low-level Mistake

"What game are we playing?" the muscular young man, Wen Long, asked eagerly, taking a step forward and challenging Zhao Yi with his eyes. It was as if he wanted to prove who was better suited to survive in this cruel world.

But Zhao Yi didn't notice his challenge. He simply slipped his hand into his pants to scratch an itch and took a whiff. He needed a shower.

"There are no games in this train carriage," the train attendant smiled prettily, thinking she looked charming but appearing terrifying to everyone else.

"Earlier, you were separated into five carriages. Once you complete the game, you will be able to explore some hidden clues."

"Next, you can use the clues you have obtained to do more things."

"There are six ghost candles here. Each candle can burn for an hour after being removed from the ghost head. During this hour, the holder of the candle will not be attacked by other ghosts on the train."

"The ghost candle can also dispel some of the darkness outside the train and make the highly invasive ghosts in the darkness regard you as one of their own...but it doesn't mean that they won't attack you!"

"After all the ghost candles are burned out...the seal in the driver's compartment behind me will be opened!"

The train attendant smiled mysteriously when she reached this point.

"What happens when the seal is opened?" Wen Long asked.

The train attendant shrugged and her rotting head bobbed on her shoulder, making everyone's scalp tingle.

"It's nothing much, just that the train conductor and another...unmentionable passenger will come out."

Everyone present shuddered.

Although they didn't know what the train conductor and the unmentionable passenger were like, it was easy to judge that once they came out, the players would face extreme danger!

"Also...I want to remind everyone that the door in the first carriage is the only door on the G19 train that can be opened."

"Once you choose to open it, you can go out...and everything outside can come in."

After the train attendant finished speaking, she stood quietly and smiled at all the players.

Bai Shuiji looked at the six ghost candles on the table, suppressing his fear and disgust:

"There are seven of us and only six candles. How do we divide them?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Seven people, six candles.

The person holding the candle could enjoy its protection, but others couldn't. In other words...they had to give up one person.

Many people's eyes had quietly turned to Qin Xiufang, the oldest of them all.

This kind and gentle old woman seemed to have guessed what they were thinking and slowly pulled out a small pistol from her body, took a few steps back, and created some distance.

"I want one candle. If I don't get it, I'll kill everyone who has a candle."

She got straight to the point.

Although she wasn't as physically strong as the other players, her gun's power and her determination made everyone not dare to underestimate her.

As the saying goes, a gun is fast within seven steps.

Within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast!

This distance, no one is willing to endanger themselves by provoking the old woman!

"What are you doing... we are discussing, aren't we?"

"Although you are old, you are still part of this team. Can we just abandon you?"

Wen Long saw the muzzle of the old woman pointing at him and quickly changed the topic.

If it came to close combat, he firmly believed that he was better than most of the players present.

But the small and unique item in the old woman's hand really made him lose the courage to confront her.

But... no one was willing to give up the ghost candle.

The team gradually became paralyzed.

Everyone was suspicious of each other, speculating with malicious intent.

At this moment, Bai Shuiji lightly pushed Zhao Yi and asked,

"Zhao Yi... do you have any good ideas?"

Seeing everyone's gaze turning towards him, Zhao Yi shrugged and said,

"What do you want me to do?"

"Can I magically conjure a ghost candle for you guys?"

Bai Shuiji rolled his eyes.

"I'm asking if you have any good distribution methods."

Zhao Yi clicked his tongue and said,

"No matter how we distribute it, there will always be someone without a ghost candle."

"But if we do it the other way around, it would be easy."

"No matter how we distribute the remaining ghost candles, the person who leaves the carriage to look for clues outside must take one candle each."

His proposal immediately gained Wang Xu's agreement.

"I think Zhao Yi's suggestion makes sense,"

"Those who contribute to the team can enjoy a ghost candle first."

Li Miaomiao crossed her arms and sneered.

"Who knows if he is really contributing to the team or just taking the candle and hiding outside?"

"I think he just wants to take a candle for himself but doesn't want to ask directly. It's just an excuse!"

Zhao Yi nodded.

"Indeed."

Without any warning, he took out his Eliminator and fired six shots in front of everyone.

He instantly shattered both of Li Miaomiao's legs!

Everyone looked at Li Miaomiao screaming and rolling on the ground, feeling chills all over!

Zhao Yi... actually has a gun too!

And it's a shotgun!

Did he buy it from the mall?

It must cost thousands of points!

"Oh my goodness!"

"My goodness!"

"You look at yourself... so careless, you've broken your own legs!"

Zhao Yi hurriedly stepped forward, amidst the shocked and horrified gazes of the onlookers, his face filled with concern as he pulled out his... surgical knife.

Li Miaomiao's expression turned pale, screaming in pain while pointing at Zhao Yi, her voice trembling:

"He wants to kill me!"

"He wants to kill me!"

"Why aren't you stopping him?!"

However, the people behind Zhao Yi remained unmoved.

From another perspective, even if Zhao Yi really killed Li Miaomiao, they would never intervene.

One person dead, one less problem to deal with!

"Hush—"

"Don't scream, I'll perform a surgery on you, not kill you... but if you struggle too much, I might accidentally puncture somewhere else in your mouth, causing you to bleed to death. And that wouldn't be my fault!" 

Upon hearing the words 'bleed to death', Li Miaomiao struggled even harder, but how could her feeble strength match up to Zhao Yi's?

He pried open her mouth, knocked out her teeth, and cut off her tongue.

Effortlessly, like flowing water.

Zhao Yi performed these actions... with an unsettling proficiency.

So skilled, as if it were second nature.

It even possessed a thrilling and macabre sense of beauty!

In the eyes of the onlookers, it was as if he was creating a work of art, rather than mutilating a woman.

Without a tongue, Li Miaomiao could no longer speak.

Of course, she wouldn't die.

The neurogenic shock caused by excessive pain was resolved by Zhao Yi through delicate massage techniques.

Though she was weakened by blood loss, the amount she had lost was not enough to kill a healthy woman.

Looking at the woman on the ground, tears streaming down her face, Zhao Yi smiled and elegantly put away the knife in his hand.

Turning around, the gazes of the onlookers had subtly changed.

They were filled with fear.

"What a pity, just moments ago, a lovely young girl accidentally lost her tongue, teeth, and legs."

"Such a low-level mistake, please don't make it yourselves!"

Zhao Yi winked at the crowd, causing their hairs to stand on end!