Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead-Chapter 85: Train of the Century (5)
【Ha-ha-ha, laughing so hard I almost pissed myself!】
【Bai Shen, have you listened to the nonsense you’re spouting?】
【My face is twisted from laughter! Brilliant—the perpetrator’s already forgiven the victim!】
【Bai Shen: “I’ve already apologized. You have to say ‘it’s fine.’ That’s the rule. Don’t be so arrogant!”】
【Exactly! If you say “it’s fine,” everything’s settled. But look how you ruined it! You even emptied his backpack!】
【Bai Shen, you’re taking things too far…】
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“You…”
The man stared at Bai Lian, his face pale, Adam’s apple bobbing. A flicker of hope flashed in his terrified eyes.
“I’m telling you, I’m a member of the Professionals’ Association! If you kill me, the Association will hunt you down!”
He clung to this lifeline, his expression brightening.
When players clashed over loot, it usually ended in bloodshed. But if you had a powerful faction backing you, even a weakling could escape death—at least temporarily.
Large factions held terrifying influence. Kill one of their members, and others would pursue you relentlessly. No one knew how they tracked perpetrators—some speculated they used special artifacts to glimpse a member’s final moments.
But Bai Lian didn’t react.
“Professionals’ Association? Not even Grandma Liang Zhichao could save you now.”
The man’s eyes widened in panic!
Bai Lian lowered his raised foot.
The man’s hope surged—maybe this stone-hearted killer had a soft spot?
Then he saw the violet eye.
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Sizzle!
An Annihilation Beam pierced his skull, erasing his two remaining lives.
“Pity. That profession…” Bai Lian sighed, staring at the corpse.
He’d tested this before: stolen skills couldn’t be converted into Class Transfer Books. A true shame.
As he turned to leave Car 15, he froze.
The passengers—living corpses with hollow eyes—were all watching him.
Under the dim lights, their gaunt faces and black-curtained windows fused into a sinister tableau.
Crack!
Bai Lian’s Dead Eye obliterated a nearby passenger’s head. The others snapped back to their lifeless state.
“Much better.” Smiling, he moved toward the inter-car door.
Car 16 was pitch-black, his enhanced vision limited to four meters. Unnatural darkness.
A cobblestone path emerged, flanked by vines and strange trees. The sound of trickling water echoed. What kind of carriage was this?
Click. His footsteps shattered the silence.
A skeletal figure leaned against a tree ahead. Female, wearing intact jeans and a T-shirt—dead only a few years.
Bai Lian spotted a bulge in her pelvis. Reaching in, he retrieved a crumpled, stained paper.
A rustle—the paper vanished!
A woman in black combat gear stood before him, peach-blossom eyes gleaming. She waved the note.
“Thanks!”
