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Zhang Xiao hates trouble, but just like everyone will answer this sentence... he is not afraid of trouble.????????

Just think about it and you will know that such a young man with no background can rely on his own ability to become the president of the Asia-Pacific region of a multinational company by relying on his own abilities to become the president of a multinational company in the age of 25. He may experience more troubles, difficulties, setbacks and pain than most people encounter in their lives.

If he is afraid of these, he will never be able to reach his current level; so, it is conceivable what he will do when he comes to the door again, blocks his face, and blocks the only way to live!

"This dirty and dirty car is at the age of retirement." Zhang Xiao didn't even look at his right hand, which was covered by the fire of Purgatory, and took two steps at the end of the car.

There are only two places at the rear of the car, respectively on both sides of the car, close to the window, and the motive of the tram occupies a huge area in the middle. The motive for the constant rumbling sound is obviously not a decoration.

Of course, what Zhang Xiao has never found is not a decoration.

With the fire of purgatory, Zhang Xiao slapped his right hand hard on the motivation's heat sink.

However, the Purgatory Fire did not contaminate the heat sink at all, and it only burned on Zhang Xiao's right arm.

If you look closely, you will find that the fire of Purgatory did not escape the thorn pattern on Zhang Xiao’s right hand at all. Although the flame looked real, it only burned Zhang Xiao’s right hand, and no heat was transferred out.

"Hmph, I knew it wouldn't be so easy." Zhang Xiao was not surprised or confused, and had expected it, so he tried it on the chair and the armrest.

This motivation is not a decoration, but it is not an ordinary fuel motor or electric motor. It burns obsession and is the core of this ghost tram. How could it be destroyed at will?

In fact, it is not just the motivation. Zhang Xiao's burning right hand was placed on the chair, and there was no power on the armrest, and it looked like there was no flame.

"Young man... why don't you... think it's too hard?" The old man sitting in the last row spoke tremblingly, his turbid eyes as if he was blind. "Don't say... this tram can't be hurt... even if... it's... it's hurt yourself...ah..." He raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Xiao's right arm.

At this time, Zhang Xiao's right hand had changed toward the image of the bone claw again, but it was different from the last time that it was worn out. This time it was because all the skin and flesh were burned and melted, and not just one hand, but the whole arm.

Zhang Xiao narrowed his eyes, and the pain of the ninja penetrated into his bone marrow, "You don't have to worry, I have to worry about it." After that, the terrifying heat in his eyes burned a little more, and the thorn ring mark on his hand that was burnt so hard that it was impossible to see clearly appeared in the air again.

But this time, the thorns no longer spread in his hands, but in the air!

The strange thorns continued to grow, and even though they had no flesh, their tips disappeared into the space, as if they had really pierced into some invisible flesh.

As the spikes disappeared, the Purgatory Fire continued to appear where the spikes disappeared.

At this time, who else doesn’t understand that the fire of purgatory is the “blood” that is pierced and flowed out by these thorns?

Or to use the saying on the ghost tram, these bloods are called "obsessions".

"Uh..." Looking at the fire thorns stretching in the air in front of you, the old man like a skeleton suppressed his anger and retreated.

Zhang Xiao didn't care about him. Although these fire thorns are now growing directly in the air, their roots are still in his hands where almost only "black bones" are left, and he can still control them.

After moving his shoulders, Zhang Xiao barely controlled the direction of the fire thorns, allowing them to extend to the heat sink of the motivation.

This time, as thorns pierced, the fire of purgatory spread over and finally ignited the heat sink. However, this thing was like this, and I don’t know how long it would take to burn the real motivation.

Zhang Xiao looked at it and found that some fire thorns had completely left his arm, but the flames had not been extinguished. In this way, there was no need to worry about it anymore.

After a little attempt to move his right arm, which had been burned to the point of being burned to the point of being left with dry claws, he could hardly control his movements. Without hesitation, Zhang Xiao turned his left hand into a knife and fell down, breaking the bone of his right arm that had been burned to pieces!

The flames on his right shoulder and the broken arm had not yet been extinguished, but his left hand was also stained with the fire of purgatory.

However, Zhang Xiao did not frown, and the hatred in his eyes did not extinguish.

Turning around, he was about to walk towards the front of the tram, but suddenly stopped and looked at the curled skeleton old man thoughtfully.

"Ha..." Zhang Xiao laughed inexplicably, shook his head, and walked towards the front of the tram

The tram was still shaking on the road, and there were still strange night sky outside each window. Inside the car, the flashing lights waited for longer each time.

I don’t know if it was because the fire of Purgatory burned without sound, or because the light in the car was worse, everything that just happened to be like no one appeared.

Zhang Xiao's footsteps were not conspicuous in the sizzling sound of the tram. He did not stop when he passed by the dead head ghost, and there was no special statement. Both sides seemed to have no recognition.

But Zhang Xiao felt that the decapitated ghost was "looking" at his back this time.

"Don't worry... I will never let your sacrifice be in vain." Zhang Xiao narrowed his eyes, covered the flames of hatred in his eyes, and silently recited in his heart.

Zhang Xiao is not as smart as he is, but as a successful businessman, he has insight that many smart people cannot match.

When he returned to this car just now, he noticed something was wrong with the car. It was not that there was a hanger missing, but that the tram looked even more broken.

Zhang Xiao had already guessed that this car was driven by burning obsession and was a true ghost car.

The reason why this tram is so broken is absolutely impossible because the owner of the tram (if any) likes to break the car, but objectively, it can only be like this when you get on the tram - because of insufficient passengers; insufficient passengers not only lack obsession, but also puts the car at risk of "suspension".

At that time, Zhang Xiao felt that perhaps the relationship between passengers and trams was not only unilateral protection and shelter, but also hidden another meaning.

Later, the primary school student said that the tram could only, or in other words, dared to protect some lonely ghosts and gain their obsessions; Zhang Xiao affirmed his guess--passenger for this tram is not just about providing fuel, but also about its vitality!

So when Zhang Xiao returned to the car and now lacked the hanger, and the car became even more broken, he immediately realized another thing, and the power of the car was going to be problematic.

But until now, he couldn't feel that the tram's rank had been reduced, which was naturally abnormal, unless... a person (ghost) or some people (ghosts) made up for the obsession that the hanged ghost lacked.

This is the same as the plan of primary school students to torture Zhang Xiao, but the plan for primary school students has not been implemented yet, and some people are taking the lead at this time.

"So..." Zhang Xiao kept walking, but when he passed by the ticket seller's seat, he instantly raised his left hand. The burning purgatory fire had spread from his palm to his elbow. At this time, he used it as a weapon and stabbed the empty seat of the ticket seller's seat. "...You are not invincible either."

Puff—

The space was pierced, and Zhang Xiao's hand was stabbed into a strong...headless corpse.

"really……"

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Chapter completed!