"This fishing rod? Oh, don’t even get me started, it’s the latest model on the market, high-strength cutting carbon cloth, integrated carbon fiber handle, dirt and water-repellent coating..."
Speak human to humans, speak ghost to ghosts. In less than twenty minutes, Li Cheng became chummy with the headless reindeer, generously gifting it a top-tier carbon fiber sea fishing rod valued at tens of thousands,
and in return, the headless reindeer picked a fierce, menacing fish out from its metal bucket, insisting on giving it to Li Cheng as a reciprocation gift.
The Midnight Howl and the others watched their companion and the strange reindeer happily chatting and laughing, unsure of what facial expression to wear for a moment.
"Ah, it’s not easy being a leading reindeer these days. I just love hunting transcendent creature corpses myself, but I can’t defeat the strong ones, and the weak ones aren’t to my taste. It’s hard enough to find those of comparable strength, only to discover they’re communal creatures, so I still can’t defeat them."
The reindeer creature sighed holding the fishing rod: "I can only resort to fishing to soothe my mood."
"Fishing is indeed a good way to cultivate one’s mind and character. By the way, Deer Bro,"
Li Cheng pondered as he asked: "This is my first time boarding this train, I’m not quite familiar with the rules. Who built it? Where does it usually stop? And do passengers need to buy tickets?"
"You’ve asked the right person."
The headless reindeer was actually quite easygoing and casually mentioned: "There are some things most of you humans don’t know.
In fact, quite a number of creatures in the killing field possess intelligence, it’s just that their logic and communication are incomprehensible by human thinking.
I developed self-awareness four years ago and made friends with many local creatures. According to them, this train has existed for at least two hundred years, and no one knows who built it.
There are two ways it appears: the first is that it travels back and forth between certain fixed platforms.
The second is when a passenger stands on the platform with a strong impulse to travel, the train will suddenly appear, pick up the passengers, and take them to the platform that’s closest to their intended destination."
Li Cheng understood: so it operates on scheduled returns and random responses.
The entire player population is just a small alley, which is insignificant compared to the physical expanse of the killing field.
Those Transcendents, who have the courage and the strength to explore outside the killing field, are even fewer. No wonder there were no posts about this train on the forum.
Of course, there’s also the possibility that someone discovered the miraculous aspects of this train and deliberately kept the secret hidden.
The headless reindeer continued: "For the first type of journey, passengers don’t need tickets and the train travels relatively slowly. The second type responds faster, but passengers need to pay a corresponding price, which might be part of a limb, a piece of memory, an emotion, or even a fraction of their personality.
What is required depends on how far the current location is from the train and the train’s mood at the time."
The train whistle sounded from the front again, and the train emerged from the seabed rocks, abruptly appearing next to a spacious asphalt road.
Tall grass thrived on both sides of the highway, bushy and lush, swaying in the moonlight with the wind.
The blue light arrow of the radar device in the players’ hands immediately turned, pointing to the eight o’clock direction of the highway, meaning the mission target was nearby.
Zhao Zijing and the others gathered batteries and radar devices, stood up, and alighted from the back door. Li Cheng also stood up to say farewell to the headless reindeer. The rightful source is novèlfire.net
"I’ve never been to this place before. It’s a pity I have to continue on my journey to fish in the next location, otherwise I could have joined you in exploring around here."
The headless reindeer sighed with a touch of regret, then took out a business card from his shirt pocket and handed it to Li Cheng while saying warmly: "This is my cell number, brother. If you find any good fishing spots in the killing field later on, please give me a call."
Listening to the train whistle and watching the train fly away once more, Midnight Howl let out a regretful sigh, "It’s a shame we couldn’t get it to stay and help us complete the mission."
"It’s not too regrettable, at least we got some intel, such as this small area being absolutely safe."
Li Cheng took out white chalk and roughly drew a rectangle on the asphalt road.
The color of the asphalt in this area was slightly lighter, practically indistinguishable at a casual glance; it seemed to be the fixed platform for the train.
In the killing field, there’s an unwritten rule that mystery succumbs to higher-level mysteries.
The Nameless Train can traverse the killing field at will with unfathomable mystery; it’s very likely that there would be no danger near its platform, which can be considered a safe zone.
The wind howled, and suddenly, Li Cheng turned his head sharply, frowning and asking: "Did you guys hear any noises?"
Not only did the Red Driver not hear anything, but even Midnight Howl, who had keener senses than the rest, looked puzzled.
"Never mind, I might have heard it wrong."
Suppressing his doubts, Li Cheng had faintly heard an all-too-familiar cry for help in the wind.
It was the cry for help from the Red Driver.