Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

Woohoo~

Woo~

The train bound for southern Xinjiang bumped and jolted along the tracks.

This train from the Republican era was comparable to a broken rocking horse in later times; the stiff swaying made Zhang Yan very uncomfortable.

"Giggle."

The children giggled as Zhang Yan teased them, reaching out their little hands to grab the candy in front of them.

"Thank you, but the child is too young to eat candy."

The mother holding her child waved her hand, politely declining.

"I'm sorry, this child is just too cute."

Zhang Yan smiled awkwardly, took back the candy, and glanced sideways at the watermelon-headed guy sitting next to him.

Zhang Yan had been watching this kid for a long time. He had been observing the mother and child, but had never gone forward.

Exhausted from the journey, and with it already past 1 p.m., most people were taking a nap.

Watermelon Head took out a snuff bottle from his pocket and sniffed it hard.

He glanced around at the people around him. The mother and son and the young man opposite him were both dozing off. He quietly took out another snuff bottle.

This time he didn't suck; he simply uncorked the bottle and held it quietly in his hand.

About ten minutes later, the surrounding passengers all lowered their heads, as if they had all fallen asleep.

Zhang Yan's nose twitched, and he began to doze off.

Boom boom boom!

Zhang Yan heard someone walking towards his seat.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Yan grabbed his hand and looked up at the astonished watermelon rind.

"you……"

Surprised, Xiguapi reached for his lower back with his other hand and pulled out a short knife.

With one hand restrained, the watermelon rind swung a knife and stabbed at the mother holding the child.

click!

Zhang Yan twisted it hard, and the watermelon rind's body turned away uncontrollably, causing the short knife to miss its mark.

At the same time, his entire arm was also broken into several pieces, and Zhang Yan punched the man in the back.

There was a bang.

The watermelon rind hit the corner of the chair, causing a head injury and bleeding profusely. The dagger also fell under the chair.

He didn't care about any of that, got up and said to Zhang Yan.

"Do you know who I am? Tiger will not let you get away with this, you just wait."

"Shh! No need to wait, I'll go with you."

Zhang Yanxian made a shushing gesture, then stood up.

He wiped the blood off the watermelon rind, spat at Zhang Yan, and walked towards the carriage ahead.

But as soon as he reached the carriage entrance, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hey, why aren't you watching where you're going?"

A clear female voice rang out, which surprised Zhang Yan.

There's a trick to the sleeping potion used on watermelon rinds; Zhang Yan managed to stay conscious by circulating his Qi. What's wrong with this girl?

"You bitch, you tripped me on purpose." He then glanced at Zhang Yan behind him and said, "You all just wait!"

"But I don't want to wait either."

As she spoke, the girl stood up. At this moment, Zhang Yan had already arrived at her seat and nodded in acknowledgment.

This woman has black hair and black eyes, and is very beautiful. She is dressed in Miao ethnic clothing, but she is not wearing a headdress; her hair is simply tied up in a bun.

Sitting opposite her was a man with short hair, handsome features, dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, who was also awake.

He smiled and nodded at Zhang Yan, but did not get up.

After Zhang Yan greeted the two men, Xiguapi had already moved to another carriage, and he hurriedly chased after him.

"Shufen, how are you going to catch up with her?"

The short-haired man asked nonchalantly.

"We should have planted a curse on that watermelon rind long ago; he can't escape now."

The girl rolled her eyes at the man, got up from her seat, and continued.

"Are you going to have some fun?"

call!call!

The distance between the four carriages had never felt so long, but we finally arrived.

"Peng."

He pushed open the carriage door and said, panting heavily.

"Brother Qiang, I ran into a troublemaker, and my arm is broken."

"What? Troublemaker? Brothers, come with me to see what's going on. Melon, lead the way."

A scarred man threw away his cigarette and turned to shout at the group of men.

"No need to go, he... he followed me."

Scarface's eyes widened in surprise.

"Huh? What did you say, you idiot?"

“He said I came along, so your legs are no longer needed.”

Zhang Yan waved his hand to clear the smoke and spoke calmly.

Besides the six men, there were no other passengers in the carriage; it seemed they had booked the entire carriage for themselves.

Besides these men, there were three children roughly thrown onto chairs, and despite the noisy environment, they showed no signs of waking up.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan's face darkened even more.

"You're the troublemaker? You're fucking asking for it."

Scarface grinned sinisterly, sat down again, and continued speaking.

"Brothers, kill him! Throw him out the car window!"

"Brother Qiang, the car window is a bit small, we need to cut it into pieces and throw it away."

"Hahaha."

Four of the men pulled out short knives and charged at Zhang Yan with smiles. Instead of retreating, Zhang Yan advanced and charged towards the three men.

Bang bang bang!

"Ouch, ouch, my leg."

The four men didn't even last a minute before collapsing to the ground, with three of them having their right legs broken by kicks.

Zhang Yan was about to kick the last person's leg.

"Hey, hey, hey, still kicking? Want some peanuts, huh?"

Scarface shouted, holding a pistol in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Zhang Yan looked at the gun in his hand, kicked the man's leg and broke it, then laughed.

"A Mauser pistol? You can keep the peanuts for yourself."

"What? Are you stupid?"

Scarface was about to pull the trigger when he spoke.

Swish!

Zhang Yan's figure flashed, and a blade of light streaked past.

No gunshot was fired, and Scarface's fingers fell to the ground.

"Ahhh, my hand!"

Zhang Yan ignored his screams, dropped the dagger, snatched the pistol, and quickly ejected the bullets.

"Yes, open your mouth wide and eat the peanuts."

Zhang Yan grinned maliciously and shoved a bullet into the scarred man's mouth.

Seeing this, Xiguapi trembled and retreated backward, pulling a gun from under a chair.

Peng!

A bullet flew toward Zhang Yan, but hovered an inch away from him until it lost momentum and fell to the ground with a thud.

Normally, ordinary people cannot see the Qi of the escape light, and Zhang Yan's deliberate concealment caused this strange phenomenon.

Zhang Yan put down the scarred man who was choking and had his eyes rolled back, and turned to look at the watermelon rind.

"You monster, you monster!"

Watermelon Peel was terrified by Zhang Yan's gaze, and he couldn't pull the trigger in his hand.

Suddenly, the person in front of him turned into a giant python, and the gun in his hand also turned into a venomous snake.

"Ah, ah. Snakes, snakes everywhere."

With a snap, he threw the gun in his hand far away.

The girl walked into the carriage, looked at the watermelon rinds rolling on the ground as if they were trash, and said...

"He's gone mad, there's no hope for him."

The man behind the girl bent down to pick up the bullet and looked at the white light emanating from Zhang Yan as he spoke.

"The Taoist sect's escape technique is quite impressive."

"Gu Master?"

Zhang Yan raised an eyebrow and spoke.

The girl frowned her pretty eyebrows when she saw the child on the chair and said to Zhang Yan.

“My name is Wei Shufen. You don’t need to worry about this person; he’s an idiot.”

The man flung the bullet in his hand, breaking the scarred man's leg, and laughed.

"Complete nature, without roots."