Chapter 84: Brutes

In the dark carriage, Lin Xian stared at the radio in his hand, his face grim.

He tried adjusting the frequency, but the result remained unchanged—no matter how he turned it, the dial always returned to 1542.

Lin Xian grew anxious; he had already seen through this ghostly thing’s fear assault—it was merely a disturbance to mental and emotional states—but he had no idea how to escape this place.

Cold winds swept through the carriage, chilling and desolate.

Suddenly, Lin Xian’s heart skipped a beat.

No.

I remember I turned on the lights when I picked up the silver antenna…

Immediately, he activated his Mechanical Heart—clank—and powered on the entire train’s lighting system.

This time, the lights functioned normally, not swallowed by darkness, nor flickering strangely.

Click.

But strangely, just seconds later, the lights shut off again.

Lin Xian stared in surprise at the control panel at the end of the carriage.

“Who turned off the lights?”

The “Infinity” train’s lighting system had no faults; Lin Xian felt it had been manually shut off—deeply eerie.

He suddenly thought of a possibility, so he spurred his Mechanical Heart and activated the heating system in Carriage 1.

The carriage remained icy and cold.

But on the other side, Chen Sixuan felt a wave of warm air rush over her.

“It’s Lin Xian!”

Chen Sixuan realized it instantly, without hesitation, and decisively shut off the heating system again.

At that moment, Lin Xian shot up from the sofa.

“Such energy-saving… it’s definitely Chen Laoshi!”

Lin Xian widened his eyes, gripping the radio, astonished: “So I really am trapped inside a single frequency!”

As for why he was trapped in frequency 1542, Lin Xian had no time to ponder—he was thinking about how to get out.

“Frequency…”

“Yes, frequency!”

“Phoenix broadcasts many critical messages on LW01 longwave frequency, while our wanderers mainly use AM07 and AM09…”

Lin Xian’s pupils trembled—he finally understood.

He was trapped inside a bizarre frequency; no matter how he adjusted it, the radio would always display 1542.

“If that logic holds, then perhaps if someone outside adjusts to a frequency other than 1542, I’ll be able to shift accordingly—could that give me a chance to escape?”

Lin Xian stared at the radio, then frowned: “But it still won’t adjust.”

“Right.”

He remembered something, picking up the silver antenna: “Almost forgot about this.”

But now Lin Xian hesitated.

If he reinserted this thing, would the terrifying scene return?

“So what if it does? It’s all fake.”

Lin Xian’s expression hardened—he firmly shoved the silver antenna back into the radio. Sure enough, the moment the antenna touched the device, a red ghostly shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air at the far end of the corridor, standing there unnaturally.

The red-clad female ghost stood motionless, her pale face beneath the shadows twisted into a strange smile.

“What are you staring at?! Tell me how to get out!”

Out of nowhere, anger surged—Lin Xian’s desperation drowned out his fear.

He suddenly shouted, causing the red-clad ghost to freeze in shock.

The ghost’s eyes flared with rage—in an instant, she teleported before Lin Xian, raising her bloodied claws to tear at his throat!

Scrape!

Lin Xian’s gaze turned icy—he moved swiftly, blade descending—the ghost’s head flew off, thudding three times as it hit the floor.

“Still trying to scare me?”

The air fell silent. The ghost’s head rolled slowly into the corner, its gaze venomous as it fixed on Lin Xian, while its headless body still stood, bloodied claws raised.

Lin Xian knew these were illusions—he ignored them entirely, reinserted the antenna, and turned the dial. The frequency number had indeed changed.

“Of course!”

His guess had been right—the true core of this eerie radio station was this silver antenna, capable of swallowing people into a specific frequency.

So if he wanted to escape, he likely needed someone outside to tune to the same frequency as him—but not 1542.

Realizing this, Lin Xian felt a sudden clarity in his mind.

“But how do I get Chen Laoshi to tune to the same frequency as me?”

Gurgling~

The ghost’s head rolled quietly to Lin Xian’s feet. He looked down and saw the ghost staring at him with a chilling gaze.

“Damn it, are you annoying…”

Lin Xian kicked it away, feeling irritated. He glanced at the headless corpse beside him—though he knew it was fake, its eerie presence still sent a chill down his spine.

!

Lin Xian’s mind sparked—he suddenly grabbed the ghost’s dress and ripped it—tear!—shredding it apart.

Beneath the torn dress, a slender female form was revealed, clad in a red bikini.

“So ghosts wear bikinis too…”

Aside from being painfully thin…

The ghost’s head rolled to the side; its chilling gaze suddenly turned panicked. As the clothing was torn, the sense of horror vanished entirely.

Instead, it became absurd—and the chilling coldness disappeared. Lin Xian exhaled deeply, pointing at the ghost’s head and threatening:

“Stop bothering me, or I’ll strip you completely!”

…

Hum~

Outside the “Infinity,” the sound of car engines grew louder, approaching from afar—the mountains and forests seemed to hold a large convoy heading toward the train.

“Sister Chen, there are more of them coming!”

Through the radio, Shasha growled: “Looks like they’ve targeted us today!”

Chen Sixuan frowned: “No choice—keep watching. Lin Xian seems to be reacting.”

For her, the priority was helping Lin Xian escape his predicament. She had just heard his movements—her full attention was locked on Carriage 1.

Tap-tap-tap!

No sooner had she spoken than the rear carriage erupted in gunfire—dozens of vehicles had arrived, preparing to surround the train.

Shasha and Dali opened fire in return, while numerous zombies charged across the snowfield.

Outside, gales howled—the blizzard arrived!

A thudding sound suddenly echoed on the roof—someone had climbed aboard!

“Sister Chen, front!”

Shasha suddenly realized something and shouted into the radio toward Chen Sixuan in Carriage 1.

Chen Sixuan reacted instantly, sprinting toward the cockpit—she intended to seal the cockpit access door first, preventing outsiders from seeing inside.

If those outside learned there were only three people on board, things could spiral out of control.

Thud-thud-thud!

The sound raced from the rear to the front, each carriage’s occupants peering through gaps with flashlights, then surging into the front. Before Chen Sixuan could reach the cockpit, a grinning face suddenly hung upside-down from the windshield, shining a powerful spotlight inside.

The man’s body bore scorpion-like insect limbs. Chen Sixuan’s face paled—An Adept!

The man’s flashlight caught Chen Sixuan—he lit up with excitement and shrieked:

“Hah! Only three people total—and two girls!!”

Shuowan , he leapt off the train with agility and sprinted toward the distant convoy.

“Damn.” Chen Sixuan cursed inwardly, grabbing the radio: “Shasha, an Adept saw us—he’s running back!”

In Carriage 5, Shasha’s face darkened. She turned, raising her gun and shouting to Dali: “Brother, kill that guy!”

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