Master of Kaidan-Chapter 583: The evening service on this train is quite thoughtful

Chapter 583: Chapter 583: The evening service on this train is quite thoughtful

I don’t know if it was due to the rules, but the polar bear behind us didn’t attack the carriage; instead, after chasing for a few steps, it let out an angry roar, while birds and ghostly figures kept approaching from both sides of the road.

"Start writing, Cleverly Crafted Pen Star Lord!"

Feng Xue waved the expensive steel pen, and a weary-looking Pen Immortal floated out. Seeing the outside scenery, she immediately tightened her clothes and scolded,

"How come it’s getting more perverted as we play!"

"What are you thinking! Hurry up and deal with these ghostly figures!"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes and continued to rush forward. Under the traits of the "No-thought Divine Power," which activates upon encountering an enemy, he could manage without making any effort.

It was easier with the birds, but the ghostly figures were targets that his inner Qi couldn’t spontaneously capture.

Hearing this, the Pen Immortal realized the situation wasn’t right. She pulled out her notebook, and one by one, the character "death" fell onto the paper. The disheveled sisters in the air suddenly looked as if they were chained, being dragged back into that notebook.

Within a few breaths, Feng Xue had reached the top of the luggage carriage. He didn’t dare to stop because if the snow on the roof touched the ground for more than a second, it would immediately freeze.

That sticky feeling told him that even if the All Things Squeezing Driver ignored the environmental effects, the ground effects could still freeze him in place.

"An indiscriminate freezing of the whole field, terrifying indeed!"

Once again feeling the fear of indiscriminate effects, Feng Xue grabbed a handful of salt and activated the Power of "Make the Most of Everything."

A handful of fine salt sprinkled on the roof of the luggage carriage instantly melted the thick layer of snow, and the sticky feeling under his feet immediately disappeared.

Seeing that there was no time to delay, Feng Xue immediately took out a prepared tripod and secured a live-broadcasting drone on top of the luggage carriage; he quickly set up a shelter for the snow, aiming the camera towards the direction of the train’s head.

As for why not directly placing it on the train’s head...

Because these long-distance trains switch engines midway.

For example, when departing from Tianlin station, the train was electric, but upon arriving in Kent Country, it was switched to a diesel engine. By contrast, the luggage carriage was essentially not switched until reaching the station, other than storing or retrieving luggage.

After securing the drone, Feng Xue paused to think, then took out a makeshift external device and attached it under the drone’s body.

"Cleverly Crafted, forever a god!" He marveled at the versatility of a few of his powers, as he temporarily gave the external device illusory characteristics using Make the Most of Everything and Master of Props, before he headed back.

Seeing various types of "death" characters continually appearing in Pen Immortal’s notebook, the desire to make sarcastic comments rose continuously in Feng Xuexin. As he cleared the snow with salt along the way, he also arranged the drone’s cameras on the tops of subsequent carriages to ensure that if any carriage were detached, it would be discovered immediately.

After completing the sequence of actions, Feng Xue took out a pocket watch and glanced at it, only about fifteen minutes had passed. However, considering possible emergencies that might occur later, Feng Xue decided to save the remaining outdoor work time, lifted the emergency passage on the roof, and crawled back into the warm and comfortable interior of the carriage.

Although it was equally dim inside and outside the train, this didn’t pose much trouble for Masked Rider, who had a built-in night vision function. He quickly returned to his own room, confirmed that Ghost Sister, Mango Sister, and Bread Sister hadn’t respawned after checking them, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"It’s quite a lot this time, do you want to check some?"

The Pen Immortal, floating beside Feng Xue, quickly flipped through her notebook, showing Feng Xue the "death" characters written in various fonts. Feng Xue glanced over them and replied directly,

"Just spit out the number already."

"A total of 177, though their status is a bit odd, not like any regular ghosts." The Spirit Pen made a note in the small book and reported a number. Feng Xue thought for a moment before saying,

"They must be derivatives of some sort. See if you can put together a list, and if there are real names, just send them off to school. It’s a shame that Hell’s Workplace is being let out, otherwise we could have thrown them directly into the factory to screw bolts."

Hearing Feng Xue’s words, the Spirit Pen looked slightly puzzled but nodded nonetheless. Before retreating back into the pen, it didn’t forget to add,

"I’ll need to sort out the list slowly, contact Taibai for any requests!"

...

"What the hell, I don’t want to use this thing either if I can help it!" Feng Xue tossed the pocket watch in her hand with a nuanced expression.

But now was not the time to talk about that. He climbed onto the bed, covered himself, including his head, with the blanket, took out his phone, dimmed the screen to the lowest, connected to the drone’s signal, and displayed the images captured by the camera. Watching the external scenes rapidly retreat backward, he finally settled down. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

This relaxation immediately brought a rush of fatigue, though he hadn’t actually used up much energy today. The only harm had come from the disastrous stroke of fortune earlier.

After all, that was his largest release of Sensitive Perception—an incident that felt like polishing the nerve endings with a grinding wheel.

As Feng Xue gradually fell asleep, time also trickled away. At the moment when the hour hand once again swept past 1, a weird squeaking noise mingled with the trembling of the train.

"Fuck!" Having slept for just over half an hour, Feng Xue startled awake, forcibly swallowing an expletive.

The direction of the train’s engine showed no change on the phone display. He swiped his finger to switch the camera view—aside from some frost formed on the surfaces of two cameras, there were no other abnormalities.

Rather, it was the frequent noise coming from underneath him that was a bigger headache.

Creak, creak, creak...

It was as if someone were scratching plastic panels right beneath him, the sensation carrying a trace of trembling, as if someone were lying under his bed, slowly scratching it with nails.

"Buddy in the lower bunk?"

Feng Xue cracked a slight smile. Under normal circumstances, such things would be promptly taken care of by killing them, but the train’s riding instructions included rules about keeping good relations with upper and lower bunks.

For someone as easily awakened as Feng Xue, waking up during sleep was already breaking the rules, and bullying the lower bunk could result in some peculiar sanctions.

Having already experienced being surrounded by the crew, he no longer entertained any naive ideas that this train couldn’t deal with him. He maintained his position wrapped in the blanket, only supporting the edge of the bed with both hands in the posture of a push-up, while quietly adjusting his breathing.

"Creak, creak, creak..."

The ghost under the bed was slowly digging upward, and as the board was dug through and only a thin layer of padding remained, the ghost, able to already visualize the sensation of scooping out a heart, quickened its pace. However, just as the bed was punctured, a face illuminated by the phone’s light from within the blanket flashed a weird smile.

"???" The ghost under the bed felt something was off and immediately thought of running away. But before it could turn around, a hand reached out from the hole it dug, grabbing hold of her.

"Trying to run? Come up then!"