Chapter 184: Shaking Carriage

The pockmarked vendor was even more surprised than Wu Xian.

He threw the gun to the ground in panic, looking blankly at the clothes on his body.

"What's going on? Where am I!"

Not just the pockmarked vendor, all the ordinary people dragged in fell into chaos instantly.

Wu Xian had experienced such noise once, so he observed the environment by looking around on his own.

This was a closed carriage without windows; the only light source was the light on the carriage. Judging from the size, this carriage should have been converted from a shipping container.

The carriage was shaking slightly, so they should be on a ship...

He didn't know if this Fudi was happening on a ship, or if the ship was just a means of transportation like last time.

Then Wu Xian looked at the people in the carriage. At the moment the time to enter the Fudi arrived, everyone who was still in the underground passage was now in this carriage, totaling fourteen people, including Wu Xian and Shi Ji.

All fourteen people had different outfits.

People in black tactical gear holding guns, orange work clothes wearing safety helmets, wearing vests with cameras beside them, white coats, ladies' suits...

In short, it was very chaotic.

Wu Xian couldn't figure out exactly what had happened for a while, so he focused on his own situation first.

He was also wearing black tactical gear, holding a submachine gun in his hand, with a pistol at his waist, a dagger hanging by his boot, and the Blood-Lacquer Ghost-Head Blade at his waist.

"They're all real... this is going to be troublesome."

Firearms didn't pose much of a threat to Malevolent Entities unless they were attached with some special effect, but every bullet could easily take a life, even if that person was a Lotus Juanren.

It would be fine if only Wu Xian held a gun, but with so many people holding guns, Wu Xian didn't just have to guard against Malevolent Entities, but also against irrational teammates.

However, there was still one benefit: since even guns were provided, Wu Xian holding the Ghost-Head Blade wouldn't make him stand out too much.

Wu Xian flicked his arm, and a Spade Ace appeared at his fingertips. The spades on the White Ghost poker cards had black edges and red hearts, like bloodstains dotted on the card face.

"Stars guiding the way, Heaven Official bestowing talismans..."

Whoosh!

The spade in the middle disappeared, replaced by the words 'Talisman Crafting Method'.

After getting the poker cards, Wu Xian had set this deck as his Constant Ornament.

Unlike the items in the Constant Slots, Constant Ornaments could not be changed once determined, and all Constant Ornaments possessed two characteristics.

First: The ornament would automatically repair itself after being damaged. Every time one entered a Fudi or returned to reality, the previously damaged cards would be refreshed to their best state, which meant that every time Wu Xian entered a Fudi, he would have a complete deck of poker cards in his hand.

Second: The ornament could be sensed remotely. Wu Xian could know the location and status of every card at any time and could trigger the special effects of the poker cards remotely at any time.

Imprinting talismans onto the cards could allow Wu Xian to use his abilities more flexibly.

In order to better utilize the Constant Ornament, Wu Xian had practiced card tricks for a long time in these ten-plus days. Although he couldn't reach the level of a magician, it was enough to fool ordinary people.

After confirming his own status.

Wu Xian looked up.

The carriage was already relatively quiet; even the most irrational people knew what to do to be more helpful for survival.

"Is everyone calmed down?"

The middle-aged man with a chubby figure smiled.

"Then listen to me. This is a Fudi, a hell for those who have fortune..."

Soon, this middle-aged man gave a simple introduction to the Fudi. Although his introduction wasn't as detailed as the Creed organization's, it was more grounded, quickly letting everyone understand their situation.

Then, under the guidance of this middle-aged man, everyone took turns introducing themselves.

This middle-aged man with a chubby figure was named Lou Yaozong; his profession in reality was an accountant, and this was already his fourth time participating in a Fudi.

Lou Yaozong comforted the terrified ordinary people warmly: "Rest assured, as long as you don't seek death in the Fudi, there is a high probability of surviving."

Next were Wu Xian and Shi Ji.

Wu Xian's self-introduction continued the style of the previous Fudi: don't stand out, and don't belittle yourself, just introducing the number of times he had experienced a Fudi.

Shi Ji was about the same, but unlike Wu Xian, he emphasized that he was a very clean boy, even having a slight obsession with hygiene.

This poor child might have been looked down upon by others in some previous Fudi, leading to psychological trauma.

The tall woman stood up, her height of over 1.8 meters bringing huge pressure to the men present; she smiled dashingly.

"I am Liao Yifang, a boxer; I hope we can work together to overcome the difficulties this time."

Shi Ji stared straight at Liao Yifang.

Wu Xian poked him: "What are you doing?"

Shi Ji said in a coy, low voice: "I like strong women."

The fifth person to introduce himself was the elegant man, whose clothes had been changed into a white coat: "I am Han Ke, a surgeon; if you get injured, you can come to me."

The sixth Lotus Juanren was named Zhang Wei; he was plain and had nothing to introduce.

After the Lotus Juanren, it was the turn of the ordinary people dragged in.

The beautiful woman in a red dress and black silk held her head, full of despair, having no intention of introducing herself until she was slapped by the old lady beside her, only then saying her name.

"I am Tong Yuai; my husband kidnapped my son. He said if I didn't stay in that underground passage until night, he would strangle my son!"

Liao Yifang patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"Don't worry, no matter how many days you spend in the Fudi, it's only a few hours in the real world. Besides, even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs; he is the child's father and won't lay a hand on the child."

Tong Yuai looked up in despair: "It's precisely because he isn't the child's father that we're arguing about divorce!"

Liao Yifang was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

The worker with the receding hairline pulled at his collar; there was no terror on his face, but rather a sense of relief, as if he had been freed from some kind of pressure.

He was just about to introduce himself when suddenly...

Crack!

The light inside the shipping container went out.

The entire container was pitch black, so dark one couldn't see their own fingers, and at the same time, the swaying of the container began to intensify, making it impossible for them to even sit steadily. What made everyone feel even more terrified was the eerie laughter that suddenly erupted inside the container.

"Hee hee, hee hee hee..."

The sound was ethereal and eerie, not like something a living person could produce!

Suddenly, the chubby senior student let out a painful scream.

"Ah, my face, my face has been, ah!!!"

The pitch-black container was filled with the chubby senior student's screams.

With her vision blocked, Wu Xian's other senses became even sharper; he smelled the scent of blood!

The chubby senior student had her face slashed, and the person, or rather the thing, that attacked her should still be inside the container!

Suddenly.

Wu Xian's hair stood on end.

He could feel a pair of cold hands touching his face; the hand on the right was moving in a strange way, as if it were pinching something...

Wu Xian felt a chill on his skin.

It was a razor blade!

He swung the sheathed Ghost-Head Blade out fiercely!

(End of chapter)