When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

After the conversation was interrupted again, Yong Ye didn't pay attention to Sifang Chuanchang anymore. He glanced at the other people in the carriage, and unexpectedly found that everyone else didn't believe what he said.

"I also hope that I can trust you, but now is not the time to worry about this, no matter what the truth of the matter is, at least Miss Anonymous is still very helpful to us, and she has indeed been very helpful to us before. , so... the duty of guard is up to you, Your Excellency Yong Ye."

Said to believe in Yongye's words, but there was an obvious disbelief on his face, and he bowed ninety degrees to him, hoping that he could guard the two Kabaneri.

Although I hate being misunderstood, in the final negotiation, Yongye readily agreed to guard the penultimate carriage on the condition that he exclusively owns the penultimate independent carriage, and prohibited the two Kabaneri of Wuming and Ikoma. Go outside.

When everything finally calmed down, Yong Ye was finally able to sleep peacefully in this independent, entire oversized carriage.

Well, what can I say, it feels really good to be in this spacious and completely self-contained compartment.

The sound insulation is much better than the ordinary small independent house before. Although it is spacious and luxurious, it does not use so many places at all, but the most important thing for Yongye is not the spaciousness, but the need to hear other people's voices. .

Under normal circumstances, in public carriages, at such times, you can usually hear the sound of crying and sobbing, the noise of someone who is idle and has nothing to do, pounding on the metal casing and the floor restlessly, and, All the time, I almost vomited when I heard it, and whispered all kinds of prayers for God's blessing.

Although these sounds are very familiar, they are also very unpleasant. At least, those sounds make Yong Ye feel very unpleasant, because they will disturb his rare sleep.

After all, ever since he obtained the inheritance of the Sword Saint whose true intentions were not clear, he often had dreams at night. It's so real, it's like a real dream.

And those are all dreams that are constantly fighting. The large number of them really makes his spirit a little unbearable. After all, the concept of time of spirit is very vague and can be stretched.

The length of a night's dream, running through a warrior's lifelong battle. This situation has also been encountered in the night.

But to be honest, Yong Ye still cares more about how the inexplicable system appeared. It seems to be relying on extracting the souls of the dead as a source of power. Every time he upgrades, he uses it to strengthen him.

I don't know if the soul is too bad or what, the conversion efficiency is terrifying, killing so many people and Kabane, it is only level 2, and the physical ability is almost the level of Kabaneri.

It's just that he is different from Kabaneri like Wuming. He is more skilled in martial arts, and he also has the ability to make a super-level and superhuman slash like a "fatal blow".

The fatal blow is Yongye's trump card, and the only trump card... It feels really pitiful.

The inheritance system absorbs the soul and converts it into experience. Whether it is Kabane, human or animal, it will not refuse anyone who comes, but the value is slightly different. The only limitation is probably that Yongye needs to kill him personally, right?

The purpose of the system is not clear for the time being, but it may really just give inheritance as described.

If he accurately described it, it probably operated like a rigid brain system, with no intelligence and no other abilities. Well, at least Yongye didn't feel any intelligence.

Forget it, let's go to sleep for now. Thinking about it, he glanced at it casually. This is a car that is almost the same as the sleeper car of an ordinary train.

There are a large number of beds on both sides of the walls of this carriage, some of which are similar to school dormitories. They are fixed on the wall, and the upper and lower beds. The only difference is that the bed boards of this bed are made of cold metal. Easily get sick.

There are many beds, which were originally supposed to be used by many people, but now they are occupied by Yongye, and others have to go to other places to squeeze.

However, there is no doubt that Yongye does not have any psychological burden to drive away those people. It is very necessary for him to have an independent space away from the civilians who are likely to be killed by his relatives and friends.

Without much choice, he randomly selected a bed, spread his own sheets on the bed, and simply lay down on the bed to sleep.

However - God did not wish to...

"Hey hey~ is uncle asleep yet?"

Just as he closed his eyes, in the last carriage, there was a nameless shout and her knock on the door.

Of course, Yong Ye chose to ignore it.

Boom! Bang bang bang!

Sadly, ignoring doesn't work, and the knocking on the door is getting louder.

But he couldn't sleep because of the noise, so he got up and opened the door between the two carriages.

"I haven't been charged with falsely accusing me before, what do you want to do now? I warn you, I will be irritable when I lose sleep, and I want to kill people when I get irritated."

Yong Ye's face was cold, and with an unusually cold gaze, he looked down in front of him condescendingly, showing a well-behaved girl, not knowing why Lianxiang Xiyu threatened.

"...Just now I've had insomnia for a long time, and I'm still very sleepy. If you disturb me to sleep without a valid reason, I can't guarantee that I can continue to stay calm."

"Well... don't be so cold in the morning, it's ferocious and scary."

Wuming sneered, waved his hands to signal him to calm down, and turned sideways and jumped into the penultimate carriage from Yongye's side.

Chapter 23 The place where the same sickness takes pity on each other

"Hoho~ Uncle, your exclusive carriage feels very good."

"It's just an ordinary carriage, but there's nothing special about it."

"Yeah, but hey, even this is much better than the penultimate quarter full of horse manure and horse stench even after washing."

Yes... I almost forgot, that last section, once a horse was raised. Although the ground was cleaned up, there was still a big odor when I walked in.

The odor was very unpleasant, and it was unacceptable to normal people, so in this armored iron city, the reserves of water and food were not enough, and even when there were many people, no one was willing to live in that carriage. The festival is idle because of the odor that cannot be removed.

"Hey, uncle~ This place is so big, it's a waste to leave it empty, so let me live here too?"

"...Are you knocking so hard just for this kind of thing?"

"Actually, there are other things, but for a girl, this thing is also very important now, isn't it?"

"...You didn't sleep in it before, when there was still a horse, and I didn't see any reaction from you. Now that the horse is gone, you don't want to live?"

"How could it be the same! I took a bath in the Xianjin Station of the fortress before, and I can't stand the smell of horses again now! So, please~ Uncle."

"...I feel like your explanation doesn't make sense at all."

Frowning, watching the girl who was pulling his cuffs and shaking constantly, begging the elders to buy snacks, Yong Ye kept suppressing the idea of ​​taking action almost immediately.

- Throw this annoying guy out of the train.

Faced with this hopeful girl, Yong Ye tried hard to suppress his irritability and the urge to throw her out of the car, thinking about the guy's consistent behavior and the degree of entanglement.

Although he really wanted to cut people, he didn't want to cut her directly because of this. Yong Ye could only sigh like giving up before turning his head and ignoring her.

"Forget it, close the door and don't let the smell of that last stable run in."

"Wait, wait! I want to..."

"Yes, yes, it's closed now~!"

Another passenger in the rear compartment, Ikoma listened to their conversation, and also had the idea of ​​leaving the smelly rear compartment. However, before he could finish speaking, the nameless nodded and closed the metal door and turned it. The turntable locked Ikoma in the same way Yongye locked the two of them before.

Noticing this scene, Yong Ye couldn't help but look back and slap his hands, nodded with satisfaction, and asked with a puzzled look on his face, nameless.

"...Isn't he your same kind? You just rescued him forcefully, and even dragged yourself down. How can you lock him up alone now?"

"Although they are of the same kind, their brains... They are not very good, it is a bit strange."