The Sinful Blood Witch in Another World

“Run…run…”

Youhui was running for his life in the dilapidated slums, with broken bricks and garbage under his feet, and dust was raised with every step.

The abandoned houses around were dim in the night, like monsters with bared fangs and claws.

He didn't dare to look back, but he could clearly feel the cold breath approaching from behind him.

The snow ghost was pale and strong, like a cold lightning in the darkness.

Its sharp claws scratched across the wall, making a creepy sound, accompanied by bursts of low roars, echoing in the dead silent slums.

'Here they come! They're coming!'

Youhui's heart was beating so hard that it almost burst through his chest, and his lungs were aching so much that they were about to be torn apart.

His legs trembled with fear and exhaustion, but the desire to survive drove him forward.

Suddenly, a narrow alley appeared in front of him. He rushed in without hesitation, hoping to get rid of the snow ghost.

However, the snow ghost had no intention of giving up. With his agility, he moved flexibly among the ruins.

"Roar!!!"

Soon, it chased to the entrance of the alley.

Youhui looked back and saw that the snow ghost was emitting a strange light, and its blood-red eyes revealed endless cruelty.

Just as the snow ghost was about to pounce, he discovered a dilapidated iron gate at the end of the alley.

Youhui rushed over with his last bit of strength, pushed the iron door open, got in, and then closed it tightly.

But the roar of the snow ghost outside the door was still clear, as if it would break in at any time.

Youhui leaned against the door, not daring to breathe.

"Squeak~"

The harsh sound of the snow ghost's claws scratching the iron gate came from behind him, and the harsh friction sound continued to stimulate his brain and every nerve.

Youhui covered his mouth and didn't even dare to breathe.

"Squeaky-"

In such fear and despair, his tears could not stop flowing.

After a while, everything outside was silent again, as if the escape had never happened.

Youhui forced himself to stand up despite his fear and looked out through the gap in the broken iron door.

As expected, calm returned outside, and the figure of the snow ghost disappeared, as if it had left just now.

"Crack!"

At this moment, a pale hand broke through the iron door, and its sharp fingers pierced his right eye.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Youhui struggled, but the pain almost made him faint, and he had no strength at all.

The snow ghost grabbed his head and pulled him out of the iron gate.

"Roar!!!"

It opened its strange crocodile-like mouth and roared deafeningly.

Covered in blood, Youhui could only watch the snow ghost approaching him.

Train No. 611.

Momo and the others returned to the train at almost full speed. As soon as they entered the train, everyone was on high alert.

Horold extinguished the flames in the boiler room, picked up his shotgun and headed for carriage number two.

Shihui, who was in a coma, was lying on the bed with a very painful expression, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

The three little guys could only worry but could not do anything.

Horod frowned, looking a little unhappy, and asked, "What happened? Why is this crazy girl unconscious again?"

The last time he fell into a coma, he scared everyone in the car half to death. Now he is in a coma again. He can't help but worry.

Olena carefully wiped the sweat off the lime, her voice a little low: "I don't know..."

"do not know?!"

Momo stepped forward and recounted the whole story.

After listening to this, Horod still didn't understand what exactly happened.

"We are just ordinary people. The world we see is completely different from that of this crazy girl. We can only wait for her to wake up..."

"But those monsters came out to eat people, which is a big problem. Now that she is in a coma, someone must ensure the safety of everyone on this train."

If the group of refugees were not there, the entire train would be easier to protect, but there were seven or eight women and children among these refugees.

If something goes wrong there is no way to react.

"Olena, Ico, Lisia, Colin, come here."

Roth led the four people into the train corridor and said, "Don't worry for now. Miss Hilde's soldiers are guarding the train and the surrounding area. You can rest assured with them around."

"It's just a matter of worrying about how many of them there are and how many of them catch up."

Momo, who followed, nodded and said, "Then please trouble Ms. Roz to lead them for the time being. I will be responsible for investigating the enemy situation."

"If I encounter them, I will try to divert them away from the train,"

"Trouble." Roots nodded and asked the four women to go to carriage number four to get weapons.

Yi Ke followed her quickly, walking through the train corridor: "Sister Luo Ci, what should we do now?"

Roth's eyes were gloomy: "We don't know what happened yet. We can only ensure the safety of the train first. The rest can only wait for Miss Hilde to wake up."

"I hope that Momo is really as he said, and there is nothing wrong with him."

As for Momo's words, several people were in a state of half-belief and half-disbelief.

But now that Shihui is in a coma, we must focus on ensuring her safety.

Orena clenched her fists: "I hope so... otherwise I don't mind punching him in the face."

"Don't be so impulsive, Orena, otherwise Miss Hilde will scold you again when she wakes up." Rotz shook his head helplessly.

Soon the five men came to carriage No. 4, and Roots distributed shotguns, double-barreled hunting rifles, and fishhook crossbows.

"Grab your weapons, load them, and don't fire them accidentally. If those monsters hear us, we'll be in big trouble."

The four nodded and loaded the guns skillfully.

They retreated to carriage No. 3 again, locked the iron door tightly and blocked it with heavy objects.

"Close all the windows and draw the curtains so no light can get in!"

The women who were fleeing also followed suit, pulling all the curtains to prevent any sunlight from coming in.

Carriage No. 2 was also locked in the same way. There was no light in the entire train, and the atmosphere was filled with tension.

Even the children huddled around their mothers, fearing that they would be captured by the monsters.

The women gathered in the next room and whispered, "Why have only so few people come back..."

“When I first went there, there were at least more than ten people…”

"We must be in some serious trouble. Let's all keep our voices down. Maybe those monsters are out there."

This unknown and terrifying monster plunged the entire train into panic.

Roz came to Shime's room with a kerosene lamp. She carefully put down the kerosene lamp and placed the magic aromatherapy lamp that Momo had given her on the bedside.

Lime's originally frowned brows relaxed a lot, and it seemed to have really worked.

Looking at the dark carriage, Orena couldn't help but ask, "Is this really okay, Sister Luo Ci? If they suddenly break in, won't we be unable to react immediately?"

Vision is always the most important thing. If you lose your vision, you will definitely be in desperate situation.

And Roth's behavior of covering his eyes made her very confused and puzzled.

Roth's face was calm: "It has to be this way. If what the old man said is correct, then Miss Hilde and the others were attacked by that group of white humanoid monsters."

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the white ghost that caused so much trouble back then."

At this point, she pointed to her two eyes and said: "Although those monsters are not as scary as the Patrollmon, their hearing is equally well developed. It's only their vision that is blurry, so we can't let them see any living things, and we must never make any sound to attract them."

"White ghosts?" Orena was a little confused: "Are they very strong?"

"Of course, their strength and speed far exceed those of ordinary monsters. They can even compete with ghouls, and the most important thing is."

"They can think!"

With Roots' warning, the atmosphere on the entire train became even more depressing.

Monsters are not the most desperate. The most desperate thing is that monsters can still think, and think like ordinary humans, then they will become the most terrifying existence.

The three little girls were so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe.

Anne gently grasped Lime's fingers and said in a low voice: "We will be fine, Aunt Roz..."

"Auntie..." Roth was speechless with this address, but he still said patiently: "Don't worry, Annie, we will be fine."

"It's like a nightmare. I'll just have to sleep and wake up and it will be fine."