Unlike ordinary compartments, the business carriage is spacious with few seats, and the aisle can accommodate two people walking side by side.
There are basically no people coming and going, so itâs not noisy, and thatâs why no one noticed the sudden situation in this section of the carriage.
The incense burns quietly, releasing pale smoke.
Huang Zhongxiao stared at this ordinary person with weak vitality, who posed no danger.
Your mother.
Talking nonsense with eyes wide open, huh?
He watched the smoke as it was inhaled through the teenagerâs nose, thick on one side and thin on the other... a cold?
"Chah!"
He released the burning incense, retreated three steps, and pointed with both hands to send yellow talismans flying and nailing onto each of the sleeping travelers.
"In the name of Heaven, seek the way, notify the Venerate, summon the three Corpses, manage the three Souls, act as my warriors, carry out my deeds, rise!"
The sleeping travelers stood up one after another, drooping their heads, slowly turning to stare at Zhang Fusheng.
Weird and horrifying.
If it were the past, Zhang Fusheng would probably be as goosebumps-ridden as Chen Nuanyu beside him.
But now things are different.
"It turns out it can be done like this?" His voice was like a mosquito, his eyes bright, his spiritual thoughts already understanding the inner workings.
Those talismans that looked ordinary, after the cultist recited such words, seemed to be âactivatedâ,
drawing fine threads of [Spiritual Will] from somewhere.
These spiritual wills, though weak, could completely manipulate the bodies of those unconscious.
From Zhang Fushengâs perspective,
those invisible spiritual threads falling from an unknown place, embedded in the unconscious bodies, were like...
Puppetry.
Borrowing power.
The cultist, through talismans, borrowed spiritual thoughts from that âVenerateâ, manipulating others.
How was it done?
"Who are you?" Huang Zhongxiao questioned lightly, appearing calm: "Vitality is mediocre, qi is completely that of an ordinary person..."
"Yet able to resist the soul-mesmerizing smoke?"
"Special constitution? Or?"
He shook his hands, retreated further to stand behind the travelers, a human wall blocking him.
The young man spoke eerily:
"Chen Nuanyu, who is he? Matters of the sect... Did you leak it?"
"Matters of the sect..... Did you leak it?" a dozen travelers spoke eerily too, matching the tone of the young man.
Chen Nuanyuâs eyes turned cold, swept her leg out with sudden force!
âPa!â
Zhang Fusheng grabbed her white ankle, sighed softly:
"Want to kick these travelers in the throat?"
Chen Nuanyu stared at Zhang Fusheng in shock.
This guyâs strength..... has increased so much??
Zhang Fusheng clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling his careful acting was seemingly inferior to this âlittle petâ.
He stood up, ignoring the travelers staring at him, followed those spiritual threads upwards with his eyes,
his gaze was blocked by the top of the carriage, but his thoughts drifted out, letting him gaze afar beyond physical sight.
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow.
Those spiritual threads disappeared after reaching ten thousand meters high, seemingly âdisconnectedâ, with no origin visible.
From an existence so powerful beyond imagination?
Venerate, the deity worshipped by the Western Sect, or perhaps.....
A high-ranking figure?
Thoughts returned to him, he raised his eyes, seeing the dazed and wooden travelers approaching, surrounding him.
His gaze passed over the travelers, focused on the young man hiding behind them:
"Donât want to stir up a big fuss?"
Zhang Fusheng could tell, this cultist was trying to keep the commotion within a certain range.
Why?
Being a cultist, it certainly wouldnât be fear of officials.
Moreover, these travelers.....
It was clearly visible, their muscles surprisingly bulged, as if briefly strengthened by the spiritual threads.
Huang Zhongxiao raised an eyebrow, sizing up Zhang Fusheng, pondering whether to act himself, but eventually shook his head.
"Forget it, see you once weâre off the train."
He snapped his fingers, the travelers stiffly returned to their seats, the talismans ignited, but the flames didnât scorch the travelers at all.
In Zhang Fushengâs âviewâ, the spiritual threads broke one by one, the travelersâ bulging muscles returned to normal.
The young man formed the Meridian Technique, his figure gradually faded, disappearing into thin air right on the spot.
Chen Nuanyu swallowed.
Zhang Fusheng fell silent.
He saw it clearly.
This guy activated another medium, borrowed spiritual will from somewhere, interfered with reality, distorted light and sound...
At that moment, Zhang Fusheng, seeing through the transparency, sees the cultist on tiptoes, secretly slipping away like a thieving rat....
Sigh, why not just leave directly, instead of acting?
After a momentâs thought, Zhang Fusheng took a quick step, intercepting the cultistâs inevitable path.
Then he enthusiastically checked the conditions of the unconscious travelers.
Huang Zhongxiao twitched his mouth, cursed âfoolâ silently, then quietly turned around, intending to leave from the other side.
Then he saw the teenager turn back, almost brushing past him, standing boldly ahead, checking another travelerâs condition.
Your mother.
A true fool.
Huang Zhongxiaoâs face twitched, if not for Stewardâs rules forbidding the spreading of a Flesh Plague on this train or causing a commotion...
He turned again.
Then that brat walked over again!
Huang Zhongxiao shrunk to the side, thankful for the spacious aisle of the business compartment, enough for two to walk side by side...
Not fearing a collision.
Just feeling embarrassed if bumped and revealed.
Why not just walk out? Why use the Invisibility Talisman?
Continuing.
Huang Zhongxiao watched numbly as that rascal kept moving side to side, leaving no room for himself to get through...
Until travelers and attendants gradually awoke, the rascal sat back in his seat, stretching lazily.
Fool!
Huang Zhongxiao winced and quickly slipped away.
Zhang Fusheng smiled as he watched the embarrassed departure, while Chen Nuanyu stared at him.
"Why are you looking at me?" He casually pinched the girlâs cheek.
Ah, so smooth and tender, still feels great.
Chen Nuanyu asked expressionlessly:
"Can you see him?"
"Huh? You can see him too?"
Chen Nuanyu pointed to her heart, murmured:
"Canât see, but can sense vaguely.
Zhang Fusheng was surprised, under the spiritual willâs cover, even the breath was concealed, this girl hadnât achieved real contemplation,
yet could sense through the spiritual willâs barrier?
Zhang Fusheng smiled:
"Then he must feel quite awkward."
......
At seven oâclock, the train arrived at the west station of Dragon Boat City.
Along the dense crowd, exiting the station, Zhang Fusheng didnât hail a cab, instead indicated Chen Nuanyu to join him, slipping into an empty alley, walking slowly.
Still invisible, a cultist considered, quietly following, blocking ahead of the two, suddenly removing the Invisibility Talisman.
The young manâs form gradually appeared in the air.
"We meet again." He said coldly, hands behind him, his voice mixed with the alleyâs shadowy chill, appearing even more gloomy.
Zhang Fusheng and Chen Nuanyuâs mouths twitched, silently observing him.
The young man raised an eyebrow.
Hmm?
These twoâs gaze exactly didnât look surprised or startled?
Instead it seemed...
Like watching a circus performance?
Zhang Fusheng sighed:
"Dude, your nose fell off."