"Enough with the nonsense! If you don't want to be obliterated, get out of here quickly!"

Faced with the true form of the ghost, Wang Zhifan had no interest in conversing with it. In an instant, a wildly designed dragon blade appeared in his hand; exuding a murderous aura, he guarded the door of the train.

"He... his... tongue... how..."

The student boy standing not far from the ghost finally reacted. His face turned pale, and his voice trembled with fear as he pointed at the startling figure of the man in a suit beside him, trying to run away but seemingly unable to move his wobbly legs.

"Heh~ hehehe~"

Then, the black-faced man in a suit suddenly let out a creepy woman's laugh, and the slender tongue from his mouth fiercely shot towards Wang Zhifan, who was guarding the train door!

Naturally, Wang Zhifan wasn't about to be caught off guard by such a frontal attack. He raised the Thunder Dragon Fury in his hand and swung it, unleashing a brilliant blade light in the shape of a crescent moon. As the blade light clashed with the long tongue, one shattered and the other was repelled—it seemed they were evenly matched.

"Hehehe~"

Then the ghost with the long tongue let out another eerie laugh. After being repelled by Wang Zhifan, its slender tongue swiftly flicked towards the student boy and sliced off a young head as if hot wire through butter.

"A ghost is here!"

"Everyone, close the train doors quickly!"

The nearby carriages also noticed the unusual situation. People who were initially soliciting passengers quickly scrambled into their compartments and shut the doors, completely ignoring the passengers who hadn't boarded yet, exceptionally fearful of the ghost that appeared before Wang Zhifan.

"Damn! This NPC is fierce! It can fend off a ghost with a single swing!"

In carriage 666, a few players who had just sat down for mere seconds naturally saw what just happened. The young man with dark circles exclaimed in amazement.

"Hehe... Did you not notice that his weapon appeared out of nowhere? I think he should be like us, a player."

A man in his thirties with an oily face chuckled, pointing out an error in the dark-circled young man's words.

"He's a player too? That kind of makes sense... But why is he on the train?"

The woman player with a stern face curiously asked, her eyes scanning Wang Zhifan by the train door. She noticed that his clothes and belt resembled high-grade player equipment on closer look.

"If you want to know, you can go ask him directly."

The oily-faced middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Tch... You need others to do the talking for you, what a coward you are as a man?"

The stern-faced woman looked disdainfully at the oily-faced man who enjoys instigating others, then stood up, passed by a slender girl in sportswear with short hair, and walked towards the train door.

Meanwhile, the platform outside had turned chaotic since the ghost with the long tongue began its frenzied attack on the passengers on the platform. Most passengers had no chance to escape, and in the blink of an eye, over a dozen were sliced through, but fortunately, this ghost preferred to toy around rather than kill everyone, giving some passengers hope of escaping to other carriages that hadn't closed their doors yet.

"There are no more passengers looking to board."

Witnessing the massacre outside, Wang Zhifan didn't attempt to engage the ghost in an epic battle; instead, he took a half step back, extended his hand to pull the train door handle, and decisively closed the door that no longer needed to remain open.

As he turned back after closing the door, he saw a woman with a challenging demeanor approaching, looking him over with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Do you need something?"

Even though he roughly heard the woman's intent due to his heightened senses, Wang Zhifan still asked.

"Are you a player?"

The woman straightforwardly inquired, noticing that the tall young man before her wore four rings in total on his hands, a characteristic that made her increasingly certain of his identity as guessed by the oily-faced middle-aged man.

"Yeah... isn't that obvious?"

Wang Zhifan was not surprised in the least; he raised the Thunder Dragon Fury in his hand, still not stored in his personal space, to confirm his identity using an item that clearly didn't fit the background of a side quest.

"Since you are a player, why are you unlike us, and appeared directly on this train?"

The stern-faced woman continued to ask, or maybe that was her real concern.

"Sorry, that's a personal secret of mine."

Wang Zhifan wasn't about to reveal his VIP status to everyone. He bypassed the woman before him and walked into the carriage.

"Hmph."

The stern-faced woman had mixed feelings, but she didn't dare act rashly against this mysterious player, sulking back to her seat.

As Wang Zhifan sat down, the other two male players showed immense interest in him, eagerly getting up from their seats to move closer.

"Bro, that slash you did against the ghost was awesome! Is it some kind of advanced skill?"

This was the young man with dark circles. This seemingly frail guy seemed somewhat frivolous, asking questions that felt rather juvenile.

Wang Zhifan looked at him speechlessly, apparently not inclined to answer.

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