When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

After the conversation was interrupted again, Yong Ye no longer paid attention to Sifangchuan Calamus. He glanced at the other people in the carriage, and unexpectedly found that the other people didn't believe what he said.

"I also hope that I can trust you, but now is not the time to worry about it. No matter what the truth of the matter is, at least Miss Wuming is very helpful to us, and she was indeed of great help to us before. , so... the duty of guarding is up to you, Your Excellency Yongye."

Saying that he believed in Yong Ye's words, but with an obvious disbelief on his face, Sifangchuan Calamus bowed ninety degrees and begged him, hoping that he could watch over the two Kabaneri.

Although I hate being misunderstood, in the final negotiation, Yongye readily agreed to guard the penultimate compartment on the condition that he monopolizes the penultimate compartment and prohibits Wuming and Ikoma, the two Cabaneri go outside.

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

Well, how can I say it, it's really nice to be in this spacious and completely self-contained compartment.

The sound insulation is much better than the ordinary small detached house before. Although the spaciousness is extravagant, so many places are not needed at all, but the most important thing for Yong Ye is not the spaciousness, but the need not to hear other people's voices .

Under normal circumstances, in public carriages, at this time, you can usually hear the sound of sobbing after crying, who is idle and has nothing to do, and the noise of knocking on the metal shell and the floor uneasily, and, There will be all kinds of prayers for God's blessing in a low voice.

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

After all, ever since he got the inheritance of the sword master whose true intentions were not yet clear, he often had dreams at night. It's so real, it's like living a dream.

And those were all dreams of constant fighting. The large number really made his spirit a little unbearable. After all, the concept of time in the spirit is very vague and can be stretched.

The length of a night's dream runs through a soldier's lifelong battle. Yong Ye has also encountered this situation.

But to be honest, Yong Ye is still more concerned about how that inexplicable system appeared, it seems to rely on extracting the souls of the dead as a source of power, every time he advances to a level, he uses it to strengthen him.

I don't know if it's because the soul is too bad or what, but the conversion efficiency is terribly low, killing so many people and Kabane is only at the second level, and the physical ability is almost at the level of Kabane.

It's just that he is different from Kabaneri like Wuming, his martial arts are more exquisite, and he also has the ability to send out super-level and superhuman slashes like the "fatal blow".

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

The inheritance system absorbs souls to convert experience. Whether it is Kabane, human beings or animals, it will always come, but the numerical value is a little 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, it may be as described, it is really just to give inheritance.

If he described it accurately, it probably operates like a rigid brain system, without intelligence or other abilities. Well, at least Yong Ye didn't feel any intelligence.

Forget it, let's get some sleep for the time being. Thinking of this, he casually glanced at this compartment, which was almost the same as a sleeper compartment on an ordinary train.

There are a lot of beds on the walls on both sides of this carriage, some of which are fixed on the walls, like school dormitories, with upper and lower beds, the only difference is that the bed boards of these beds are made of cold metal, and it will be very cold without sheets. Get sick easily.

There are a lot of beds, which should have been shared by many people, but now they are monopolized by Yongye, and the others have to go to other places to squeeze.

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

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

However——Heaven fails to fulfill people's wishes...

"Hey, uncle, are you asleep?"

As soon as I closed my eyes, there was an unknown call from the last carriage, and the sound of her knocking on the door.

Of course, Yong Ye chose to ignore it.

bang bang! ! bang bang bang! !

Unfortunately, ignoring doesn't work, and the knocking on the door gets louder.

Reluctantly unable to sleep due to the noise, he had to get up and open the door between the two carriages.

"I haven't settled the account of framing me before, so what do you want to do now? I warn you, I will become irritable when I suffer from insomnia, and when I am irritable, I want to kill someone."

With a cold face, Yong Ye looked down at the front of him with an unusually cold gaze, showing a well-behaved girl, and said intimidatingly for not knowing why.

"...It just so happens that I have suffered from insomnia for a long time now, and I am still very sleepy. If you disturb my sleep without a valid reason, I can't guarantee whether I can continue to stay calm."

"Well...don't be so cold-faced early in the morning, it's so vicious and scary."

Wuming smiled, waved his hands to signal him to calm down, and turned sideways from Yong Ye's side into the penultimate carriage.

Chapter 23: A Place of Compassion

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

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

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

Right... I almost forgot, the last section used to be a horse farm. Although the ground has been cleaned up, you can still smell a strong smell when you walk in.

The smell is very unpleasant, and it is difficult for normal people to accept. Therefore, in this armored iron city, there is not enough water and food reserves. It is precisely because of the peculiar smell that cannot be removed that the festival will be idle.

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

"... Are you knocking on the door desperately just for this kind of thing?"

"Actually, there are other things, but for a girl, the current matter is also very important, isn't it?"

"...Didn't you sleep in it before, when the horse was still there, 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 in the previous fortress, and I can't bear the stench of horses now! So, please~ Uncle."

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

Frowning, looking at the girl who was pulling his cuff and shaking it, acting like begging his elders for snacks, Yong Ye kept suppressing the idea that he was about to put it into action.

— Throw this annoying guy off the train.

Facing this hopeful girl, Yong Ye tried hard to suppress his inner irritability and the urge to throw her out of the car, and thought about this guy's consistent behavior and the degree of pestering.

Although he wanted to kill someone very much, but he didn't want to kill her directly because of this, Yong Ye could only turn his head and ignore her after sighing as if giving up.

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

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

"Yes, yes, close the door now~!"

Another passenger in the tail compartment, Ikoma listened to their conversation, and also had the idea of ​​leaving the smelly tail compartment, but before he could finish speaking, Wuming nodded and closed the metal door, and turned Turning the dial, just like Yong Ye imprisoned the two of them before, imprisoned the oyster inside.

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

"...Isn't he your kind? You rescued him forcefully just now, and even dragged yourself down. Why are you locking him up alone now?"

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