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Chapter 1203 - Chapter 1203 Chapter 370 Special Rules in the Train

Chapter 1203: Chapter 370: Special Rules in the Train Carriage_2 Chapter 1203: Chapter 370: Special Rules in the Train Carriage_2 I can’t say…

Is it because you’re afraid of being noticed by someone?

All of a sudden, Sophia Jones felt like she had caught on to some key pieces of information.

Aside from the two of them, there was only a mirror in the room.

At that moment, the “God-stealing Ring” on her finger seemed to resonate with some of the restrictions written in the notes, granting her access, and secrets hidden in the white paper for thousands of years suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Sophia Jones vaguely guessed what Leonard Churchill wanted her to find.

Her eyes quickly searched for the content she needed.

…

On the other side, Leonard Churchill walked out of the booth.

The moment the door closed, an icy chill that felt like stepping into the Underworld rushed over him.

Strands of white smoke that emanated a cold aura crept along the carriage floor, and the originally orange-yellow light turned into a ghostly green.

Despite being in a predicament as if one foot was already in the coffin, Leonard Churchill’s face showed not a trace of fear, instead, his lips curled into a slight arc as he murmured to himself, “The aura of the Underworld, huh…”

He had seen the Gate of the Underworld open once before at Upper State Prison.

Now, seeing this scene again, he found it somewhat familiar and comforting.

He loved this feeling too much.

Dead and desolate, like an empty graveyard, the air itself seemed to overflow with the mournful wails of the Undead Spirit’s grievances.

Leonard Churchill came out prepared to face those mysterious beings, and at this moment, his mind was as calm as it could be.

He casually took a seat on a retractable stool hanging on the train corridor’s wall, his gaze sweeping around, taking the opportunity to observe carefully.

Perhaps because he, a living person, appeared too composed, the neighbors in the next room didn’t rush to show their faces.

The door to room 001 remained tightly closed.

003, 004… and the 007 that the conductor had warned about the Black Demon…

Leonard Churchill’s physical perception was much stronger than that of a Shadow; through the open cracks of each door, he could see black threads seeping out.

This was the contamination from a mix of numerous negative emotions and Negative Spiritual Contamination.

Simply sitting there, Leonard Churchill felt as though his Soul might float out of his body.

The Enlightenment kept signaling that the Clown mask was exempt from most of the mysterious invasions.

While observing, room 003 next door “clicked” open.

Looking closely, a noblewoman with a stature of at least three meters tall, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, stepped out.

Her skin was a ghostly blue with a semi-transparent glow, and she exuded a cold aura particular to Necromancy Series.

Being so tall, her head almost touched the carriage ceiling.

This was a very powerful Evil Spirit.

As she curiously turned her gaze towards him, Leonard Churchill stood up and courteously bowed, greeting her, “Hello, beautiful lady.”

The female ghost seemed to have no ill-intent and responded with a smile that appeared amused, as if she was surprised to see a living person. She then sat down on the stool at her room’s door, remaining silent.

At that moment, from room 004 came a dog-headed man dressed in a suit with six heads on his neck.

From room 005 emerged a tree person with branches for hair; room 006 was inhabited by a stinking Mud Monster; 008 hosted a Flame Ghost; 009 was a sticky tentacle creature…

Like prisoners allowed out for exercise at a scheduled time, there was stir and movement throughout the rooms.

Soon, the corridor was inhabited by nine strong Undead Spirits.

Not all were human in form.

Rather, they were bizarre and grotesque.

Several were Undead Spirits Leonard Churchill had only heard of in Classic Books.

Curious in his mind but looking on as usual, he surveyed the scene.

But after waiting a while, the room 007 he had been paying attention to remained silent.

001 was also closed, unsure if it was unoccupied.

The emerged Undead Spirits then sat quietly each in their own spot, as if following an understanding formed over the past millennia.

They seemed to completely ignore the presence of a certain living person in the carriage as if he wasn’t there.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie.

However, to Leonard Churchill, it wasn’t that they weren’t interested in him, but rather they hadn’t decided who would take the first bite of the “cake” on the platter.

Moreover, it had been decades since an alive person came along, so the Vengeful Spirits probably didn’t want to end this game of cat and mouse too quickly.

…

The Undead Spirits didn’t move, and neither did Leonard Churchill.

He sat there as casually as any ordinary passenger would.

The longer he delayed here, the more time Sophia Jones would have.

However, Leonard Churchill felt slightly odd as he watched.

Although these Undead Spirits were distinct from one another, why did they all emit the same black threads?

Leonard Churchill pondered when, suddenly, snowflake-like ash began to float in the air.

Perhaps because certain Psychic System Illusions hadn’t worked, the Undead Spirits could no longer wait.

A chill of murderous intent subtly formed around him.

“Here it comes!”

Leonard Churchill’s eyes narrowed, and in an instant, his right hand turned bronze and shielded his neck.

In the next moment, accompanied by a screeching sound of metal slicing, a steel claw unexpectedly slashed across his neck.

Fortunately, his palm, surrounded by the Tyrant Body Strong Air, was there to block it. The sharp blade only severed half a finger and wasn’t fatal.

Before the warm blood could spill, the wound had already healed.

Leonard Churchill recognized the technique, and it immediately occurred to him, “The guy who killed the Shadow just now!”

Now that the other party had made their move, he didn’t hesitate to punch back.

“Thud,” the sound echoed, tearing through the fabric of reality itself.