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Chapter 1202 - Chapter 1202 Chapter 370 Special Rules in the Train Carriage

Chapter 1202: Chapter 370: Special Rules in the Train Carriage Chapter 1202: Chapter 370: Special Rules in the Train Carriage “Bang!”

The shadow shattered, and Leonard Churchill swiftly closed the door to compartment 002, a fine layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

Sophia Jones looked at his grave expression and immediately asked with alert, “What happened?”

Leonard’s eyes, black as night, lost a bit of their luster as he pondered something, then he replied in a deep voice, “My shadow was killed.”

He tried hard to recall what it was that had killed his shadow just moments ago.

But the attack came too fast and too strange, obliterating the shadow without any time to react.

The attacker’s strength was formidable.

And their movements were incredibly strange.

Upon hearing this, a fierce light filled Sophia’s eyes as well.

Leonard continued, “It’s already past midnight, our perceptions have been misled. The Vengeful Spirit of the highest tier in the compartment next door has already come out…”

No sooner had he spoken than he felt something was amiss.

“What?!”

Sophia was shocked upon hearing this.

Curse Power of a golden hue surged throughout her body, readying her to switch into Descending Gods combat mode at a moment’s notice.

It seemed like they only had one option at this point.

And that was to fight head-on.

However, facing an unknown enemy left both of them feeling uneasy.

The only clue came from the notebook, knowing that the mysterious assailant was capable of killing two of the White Family heads.

Whoever possessed such strength definitely wasn’t just any Legend-tier combatant.

So even though Sophia had reached the Seventh Grade, she wasn’t confident either.

Let alone in the unique environment of the train.

…

Their situation had suddenly become very dire.

Leonard deduced all the known clues, and the outcomes were all grim.

Moreover, his intuition told him that staying in the room meant certain death.

There was no sound outside the door, but it was the eerie silence that made the atmosphere feel even more oppressive.

Both of them fixed their gaze on the door, as if a monster could burst in at any moment.

Leonard’s pupils trembled frequently as countless thoughts rapidly went through his mind.

Then, as if an idea had struck him, he glanced around the room and suddenly made an astounding decision, declaring firmly, “Aunt Jones, I’ll go out and hold them off.”

Startled, Sophia exclaimed, “You?”

She wasn’t confident herself; wouldn’t it be even more dangerous for Leonard?

Leonard shook his head, no time to explain further and simply said, “Right now, it looks like our only hope to break the situation lies within this notebook.”

The past three heads of the White Family, two dead and one critically injured, this predicament would likely be the same for anyone else in this situation.

Even for Sophia Jones, who had already stepped into the Seventh Grade.

Leonard felt that the biggest difference between them and those who had entered this compartment before was that they possessed the White Family Head’s token, the God Stealer Ring, as well as Sophia’s tier.

According to the content of the notebook, the specific conditions of the Seventh Grade and the ring could trigger some hidden content left by the White Family ancestors on the pages.

Leonard was convinced that these hidden contents were their greatest reliance on getting off the train alive.

“But…”

Sophia hesitated as she listened, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.

She was well aware of why Leonard would say such a thing.

Without further delay, having made his decision, Leonard opened the door.

In an instant, it felt like the gates to Hell had been opened, a horrifying and icy breath flowing from the crack of the door.

The “entities” outside seemed very interested in the two living people inside the room.

Before they could invade, Leonard’s figure had already darted through the door crack, and then with a “click,” the door was securely locked again.

A final reminder echoed in the room, “I shouldn’t die within a short time. Be careful.”

He didn’t give himself the chance to say more, and off he went.

Sophia’s eyebrows unwittingly knotted together, her eyes focused and sharp, yet there was a hint of struggle.

Given the choice, she would rather face the monsters herself than let Leonard attract their firepower.

But with things as they were, Sophia knew her task was urgent.

She picked up the notebook and began to examine it closely.

Sophia was aware of Leonard’s deep mastery of the “I Am the World” Secret Skill; if he made this decision, it must be the optimal choice for their current situation.

Her thoughts reigned in swiftly.

Sophia’s gaze rapidly traversed the pages of the notebook.

The air was thick with an indescribable tension.

Yet, faced with a predicament that threatened death if they didn’t break out, she felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

In her mind, she saw Leonard’s expression from earlier, calm and collected throughout.

She remembered that it had always been this way for as long as she had known him.

Despite his lower tier, he always seemed so reliable.

It was as if he promised to hold off the Undead Spirits outside, and he would certainly do so.

A thought flashed by.

Sophia perused the notebook intently, and that strange sense of reassurance gave her brain time to revisit their earlier conversation.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, her heart skipped, “Eh…”

Now that she thought about it, she realized there was an odd break in Leonard’s last sentence, “I shouldn’t die within a short time. Be careful…”

Others might not have found this strange.

But as a friend who shared an understanding, Sophia immediately noticed something was off.

With creatures so mysterious in the special compartment that she herself dreaded them, why was he confident he wouldn’t die?

And what was he warning her to be careful of?

Sophia knew Leonard must have considered something deeper than she had noticed.

But why couldn’t he speak directly?

Could it be that some conversations couldn’t be openly discussed?