The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 52 Luxury Sightseeing Train (3)

In the live broadcast camera, a girl with a cold temperament walked through the train corridor.

Her brows were furrowed, and with every step she took, the concentration of her mercury vapor-like malice rose exponentially.

It's so vague, where does it come from?

Lake bottom? Train tracks? Or subspace?
Su Ninglong's mind was turning. Based on his years of experience, this level of malice must have been caused by large-scale deaths in this place.

The pink and purple lake is vast, and the train splashes countless water, giving people a cool feeling visually.

Su Ninglong looked solemn, mature and steady, while Lian Xinyi, on the other hand, was relaxed and looked around furtively, like a gecko, moving along the wall.

He even lifted the shield on the water dispenser to check. "Inspection completed, no mutant objects."

Even in movies, his body language is not as exaggerated.

"Have you always carried out missions in this mode?" Su Ninglong pressed her temples. The traceless malice made her very uncomfortable.

She shook her earrings, trying to calm herself down.

"Isn't it always like this? The tactical manual explains it. When fighting, walk close to the wall to avoid being attacked from the front and back..." The boy suddenly got stuck. A waiter passed by and glanced at him as if he was dealing with kitchen waste.

He was clearly expressing that he had insulted this handsome outfit and it was a shameful thing.

Shen Zhaoming and Lei Qingya must have known about his appearance long ago, so they gave up on him decisively.

When we arrived at carriage No. 3, the number of people entering and leaving dropped sharply.

Originally, Su Ninglong thought that the carriages he had encountered before were already the top configurations of the train, but it turned out that carriage number three was even more luxurious.

However, you need a card to enter.

Coincidentally, two ladies in gorgeous clothes came out drunkenly, shaking their wine glasses. They approached Lian Xinyi, looked him up and down, and seemed very satisfied with his appearance.

"Handsome guy, do you want to have a threesome on the bed?"

Lian Xinyi's face flushed, "No... no need."

"Hahaha, you don't even want to just chat?" The two ladies teased Lian Xinyi, but when they saw that he didn't respond, they left together in boredom.

Su Ninglong took advantage of the situation and got two golden cards.

"Thank you for sacrificing your hue."

Lian Xinyi had a sad look in his eyes. He was not so obedient when beautiful girls approached him. Everything he did was for the flowers of the motherland.

Carriage No. 3 is also a restaurant, and all the decorations show extravagance and inhumanity.

The gilded sand dome casts nebula-like spots of light, and the vase on the dining table is filled with fragrant flowers in full bloom.

The atmosphere here was lively, and a man and woman spinning on the dance floor happened to stop and thank the audience.

Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Su Ninglong and Lian Xinyi quickly walked through the restaurant. The atmosphere in the car became cold and many pairs of eyes followed the two figures closely.

"Are you here to perform? What are your specialties? If you perform well, you will be rewarded handsomely."

A thin man with a goatee on his chin grinned, revealing two rows of jagged white teeth. Large dark spots covered his eyes, like the markings of a viper. This trait was common among those seriously ill.

He joined in the clamor, and the crowd stood up, surrounded the two men, and forced them onto the stage.

"No... I'm not." Lian Xinyi shouted, "I'm not a performer."

But his resistance was in vain; they would not listen.

Su Ninglong received the same treatment and was squeezed to the edge of the stage like sardines.

But she was more flexible than Lian Xinyi. With a side push, she could slide away from their shove no matter how many people there were. But she couldn't free her hands to rescue Lian Xinyi for a while.

The moment Lian Xinyi stood on the stage, the area around the stage suddenly became like a crack in Pandora's box. An ominous aura erupted, and some shadow invisible to the naked eye began to wriggle and grow.

He was horrified to discover that his limbs were being covered by invisible cold objects.

The toes rose against their will, forming the pointed cone of a ballet shoe, and the big toe bone completed a perfect forty-five-degree arc under the skin.

He was like a puppet, slowly rolling across the wooden table, performing a strange mechanical dance.

It hurts so much that I want to scream.

There was a whine from the forearm bones, like a nut being tightened.

“Help…Help…” Lian Xinyi was in so much pain that he was almost dying, but he couldn’t scream at all. His throat seemed to be sealed with soft rubber.

He tried desperately to resist, but his muscle fibers were torn by an invisible force. The more he struggled, the more intense the pain became.

Above the stage, a metal mirror split his figure into more than a dozen, twitching and spinning synchronously. Under the gilded lamp, his pupils began to dissipate.

The audience's smiles stretched from ear to ear, and their laughter was particularly strange. In Lian Xinyi's eyes, every one of their mouths was like a trap with gold teeth, which was about to snatch his life.

The exit button on the retina kept flashing. As long as his consciousness agreed to exit, the synapses would send out commands and he could leave this terrible area.

Just as he was about to collapse and quit, Su Ninglong took out the gold and silver mirror and faced it to the stage.

Without even needing any spiritual power to activate it, the ominous aura that was eroding reality seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and rapidly collapsed and retreated. Su Ninglong looked in the mirror, and there was nothing left.

Not even the tip of the tail was left for her to observe.

"Tsk, he retreated so quickly, what a coward again." Su Ninglong couldn't help but feel regretful.

The mysterious spirit of deep space could even pollute her, the ancestor Su, so why did she always hide it and like to play hide-and-seek.

Lian Xinyi fell to his knees with a plop, feeling exhausted as if he had been soaked in cold water.

As the warmth slowly returned, his taste buds tasted blood in his throat.

Only then did he realize that he had just stopped breathing and was almost suffocated to death.

After recovering a little bit of strength, Lian Xinyi crawled on the ground with all four limbs and climbed off the stage using his hands and feet.

The crazy passengers were extremely quiet at this moment. They returned to the dining table as if nothing had happened, and the clear sound of knives and forks hitting porcelain replaced the booing.

Su Ninglong seemed to be thinking, "You were almost dying just now, why didn't you quit the game?"

Lian Xinyi was bewildered. Was this really the case? Between life and death, he hadn't actually given it much thought.

If there must be a reason, "I thought, if I quit, you will be alone and may need help later."

The disheveled boy smiled foolishly, his toes still throbbing in pain, but he stood up on his own without asking Su Ninglong for help.

Leaning against the wall, Lian Xinyi limped two steps and the pain gradually subsided.

The toes wrapped in combat boots still had the illusion of being broken, causing him to limp when walking, but it did not affect his running and jumping.

With lingering fear, he looked back at the stage and said, "Just now, something was grabbing me."

"I didn't see it. It ran too fast. It was like it was hiding on purpose, waiting to attack someone."

I wonder how many secrets are hidden behind the glamorous stage.

Su Ninglong hoped someone would stand up so she could observe.

Lian Xinyi rubbed his neck, his fingertips still trembling slightly. "Let's go quickly, it's too dangerous." "The more dangerous the place, the more clues there are. You've experienced danger once. If you encounter the same danger next time, I know how to save you. Are you still scared?"

This made damn sense. Lian Xinyi murmured, "It seems to be fine."

Bah, there's nothing wrong with what he said, it's just that Su Ninglong's train of thought is too weird.

He looked up at the polished metal mirror on the stage, which reflected countless distorted human figures. From the audience, no one could see anything unusual.

"Is the secret spirit attacking through the mirror?"

"That's probably the case. I can't deny the possibility, but I don't know what kind of secret spirit it is. To a secret spirit, the mirror is just a spatial carrier or channel, but for us, it's an insurmountable obstacle. Without knowing the other party's true identity, it's difficult for us to deal with it. We should be as cautious as possible."

"I was very careful." Lian Xinyi didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions and blamed the uncle with the goatee for causing trouble.

He glared at him fiercely, but the uncle with a goatee was completely oblivious.

Su Ninglong also thought there was something wrong with the goateed uncle, so he strode over, pulled up an empty chair and sat down. "Sir, we are very dissatisfied with your behavior and language. You must apologize to us."

Lian Xinyi: “???” My goodness, can we still ask someone who is suspected to be a monster to apologize?
The uncle with a goatee was stabbing a silver fork into the aspic. The surface of the aspic was crystal clear and chewy, and the thick sauce slid down the blade. He put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, his face full of intoxication.

The loose skin of his Adam's apple rolled strangely, his cloudy eyes were focused on the food, and he turned a deaf ear to Su Ninglong's words.

Everything he did showed that they were not worthy to talk to him.

Su Ninglong suddenly stood up, grabbed the man by the collar, and led him to the stage, "We have a legitimate reason to do this. You just asked us to dance, now you can try it too. If you dance well, I will reward you handsomely."

The high-backed chair scraped against the carriage floor with a sharp, piercing sound. The goateed uncle's pupils suddenly constricted. "You're asking for trouble. Do you know who I am?"

"It doesn't matter who you are. What's important is that we don't even know you, no matter who you are."

Su Ninglong felt that she was still not strong enough. At the seventh level of Qi Refining, she could drag an object weighing 500 kilograms. The man with a goatee in front of her weighed at most 180 kilograms.

She could hardly drag the things, so Su Ninglong winked at Lian Xinyi and asked him to help.

The other people in the car held their wine glasses and watched the goateed man make a fool of himself with a smile, and had no intention of stepping forward to help.

The waiter watched coldly from the side. Anyone who could come to this carriage must be rich or noble. As long as they didn't fight to the point of bleeding, he didn't want to care.

Knowing this, Goatbeard could only bite the bullet and point at Su Ninglong, "I'm warning you, if you attack me, you will suffer retribution."

"Seriously, you can't do this..."

Su Ninglong ignored it, but Lian Xinyi felt that he was on the same side as Su Ninglong and joined the dragging.

Unable to break free, the goateed man stopped threatening and pleaded, "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Let me go before I call for help."

"Go ahead and shout! Let's see who can stab you faster, me or someone else." The girl held a dinner knife in her hand, and the blade flashed with silver flowers.

A cold light flashed before his eyes, and the uncle with a goatee froze all over. He had never seen such a brutal and direct style of painting in his circle.

There are many people who stab others in the back, but Su Ninglong is the first one to bring the stab to the table.

Just as he was about to stand on the stage, two dancers, a man and a woman, spun out to the beat of the waltz. "Don't make it difficult for him. He can't dance. Let us perform for you."

Su Ninglong raised her eyebrows, and without waiting for her to answer, the two of them walked onto the stage. The playful and romantic dance music played, and they danced gracefully.

When the female dancer touched the ground with her toes, strange silver lines flashed in the male partner's bow tie.

Su Ninglong let go of the man with a goatee and used the mirror of her true self to reflect on the stage.

The two danced gracefully and their movements were in sync, like a perfect match.

The reflection in the true self realm still showed the outline of a human being, and nothing appeared in the mirror on the top of the stage.

The audience quickly forgot about the goateed uncle's farce and became captivated by the dance of the man and woman.

Lian Xin saw this and looked over curiously, and once he saw it, he couldn't stop.

His eyes gradually became obsessed, his little finger twitched, and admiration and joy inexplicably surged in his heart, and he wanted to stretch out his hands to applaud.

The person behind him caught him off guard and gave him a heavy kick.

Remember to eat but not to fight.

Lian Xinyi covered his butt with a ferocious expression. The severe pain from his tailbone exploding almost made him bite his tongue. What kind of move was this? It was more painful than a crotch kick.

It felt hot, as if I had been whipped several times.

Lian Xinyi turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you realize you're contaminated? Still looking? I'll kill you. You won't even be able to quit."

The poisonous words woke Lian Xinyi up. He realized that he was so engrossed in watching the performance of those two people. Normally, he felt bored when he went to large-scale musicals.

Cold sweat broke out again and he dared not look at the stage anymore.

The difficulty of the 100% strength dungeon of the Secret Spirit could not be compared with the dungeons he had participated in before, and he fell into the trap without anyone noticing.

"Thank you Ning... Thank you sister, thank you captain."

Xingyuan and Lingfei, who were watching the live broadcast throughout the city, were shocked.

Sister? Seriously?

No matter how you look at it, Lian Xinyi looks older.

Ling Fei clenched her fists angrily, "Why does he call Su Baobei sister?"

Xing Yuan's forehead was covered with veins, and he squeezed out a word from between his teeth, "Because he has a big face."

The two people reacted a little too strongly, and the people around them couldn't help but look over. There was no danger happening on the live broadcast screen, so was it necessary to be so excited?

Lian Xin saw that Su Ninglong accepted the title of "sister" calmly, and he decided to be a quiet handsome man.

But, I feel a little sad in my heart.

Su Ninglong was only four years old, only four years old! The oppressive feeling all over her body was terrifying.

The goateed uncle smoothed the wrinkles on his collar and retreated to the shadows, his eyes as sinister as a venomous snake. "In the near future, you will be punished."

"A lot of people have told me that, but without exception, they all died."

Lian Xinyi opened his mouth in astonishment: "Really?"

His dull and stupid appearance is 80% similar to Charlie.

Charlie seemed to have become her measuring tool for measuring other people's IQ.

Su Ninglong sighed softly, which no one could hear, and walked past him, intending to go to the next carriage.

As I passed by the dining car, I caught a glimpse of the porcelain plates on the cart. I heard frequent knocking sounds coming from under the thermal cover, which was very similar to the plates held by the dwarf chef.

Su Ninglong opened it casually.

Inside the plate, dozens of tentacles as thick as chopsticks were twitching and twisting vigorously, their suction cups covered with green sauce, looking like some kind of biological weapon.

"Cold-mixed raw sea bream." Lian Xin thought of the name of the dish.

(End of this chapter)