MM Racing Chapter 59 Kamaitachi
Chapter 59 Kamaitachi
The subway station was brightly lit.
But for some reason, Old Tang sensed something was wrong.
But the terrazzo floor reflecting the lights under the tall dome in front of him, and the green-painted iron railings, proved that he was indeed in a genuine subway station.
It is not an illusion created by any demons or ghosts.
Where are they? Where have they all gone?!
Now this godforsaken place is so empty that it seems like he's the only person there.
Even on a weekday, as the capital of this ancient Eastern country, it's impossible for him to be the only person on the platform.
Old Tang stretched out his leg, which he was about to step onto the subway train.
A dozen seconds later, the ghost subway train, which had no passengers boarding or disembarking, sped off at full speed into the dark tunnel ahead.
The only sound in the deserted subway station was the footsteps of Old Tang.
All he wanted to do was escape this place as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, no matter how long he ran along the emergency exit signs, he always ended up back where he started, back on that empty platform.
After stepping on a newspaper and seeing the time marked on it, Old Tang finally realized what was wrong with this place.
The decor and facilities here don't seem like they belong to the new century at all; they're more like products from the last century!
The classic movie "Back to the Future" flashed through his mind, but when exactly did he travel through the time tunnel? Was it after entering the elevator or when he arrived at the platform?
Although previous missions had always involved encountering strange and unusual things, this was the first time I had ever accidentally entered a time tunnel and traveled through time like today.
However, regardless of the circumstances, this is now impossible to know.
The most pressing matter facing Lao Tang now is to leave this place.
But after he had explored the entire subway station where he was the only person there, he still couldn't find the exit.
Having returned empty-handed, he could only lean against the old-fashioned green pillar, panting heavily.
During this time, he watched as the ghost train stopped at the platform one after another, the doors opening to reveal empty carriages, seemingly welcoming him, the uninvited guest, inside.
"Fuck!"
Old Tang cursed under his breath.
He had no other choice; the only place he hadn't explored was that ghost train.
Finally, after another subway train pulled into the station, facing the open doors and the empty carriage, Old Tang, after a struggle with his conscience, swallowed hard, and finally lifted his leg...
The doors closed, and the ghost train roared forward, leaving the brightly lit platform and Old Tang behind.
Yes, Old Tang ultimately didn't board that train.
After all, no matter how you look at it, it seems like a carefully designed trap, as if it were deliberately meant to lure him in.
Vampires cannot enter other people's homes without an invitation, and similarly, in horror movies, as long as you don't get separated from the group, you won't encounter ghosts.
As the saying goes, "If you don't court death, you won't die."
Having navigated the world for so many years, Old Tang wouldn't fall for such an obvious trick.
But he didn't intend to stay on that platform any longer.
and so……
He leaned against the edge of the platform, tilted down, looked around to make sure there was no danger, and then jumped directly into the tunnel.
Let's go! We're not taking the usual path!
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Not only are the platforms from the last century, but even the subway tunnels are from the last century.
The beam of a powerful flashlight pierced the darkness as Old Tang trudged forward with difficulty through the tunnel.
The endless darkness enveloped him, causing a strange unease to rise within him.
Just as before, he too had been swallowed by darkness.
That feeling, that experience, is so unforgettable that it lingers in my memory.
He now regrets not boarding that subway train.
After all, walking in this godforsaken place, not to mention the strange and supernatural things that might happen, if a subway were to pass by at this moment, he would be smashed into mincemeat if he couldn't dodge in time.
But there was no other way; having already chosen this path, he could only grit his teeth and continue on.
The beams of flashlight shone through the surrounding tunnel walls, flashing past all sorts of strange and wonderful patterns that dazzled the eyes.
But Lao Tang felt that this was probably a quirky idea of the designers when the subway was built in the last century.
Therefore, he didn't take it to heart until a shadow suddenly flashed past in front of the beam of light.
He suddenly stopped, gripped the flashlight tightly, and stared wide-eyed.
Was it a rat or a bat? Those were the only two things he could think of.
If it were just these, Old Tang wouldn't mind adding some more meat to his diet.
When he was starving in the American rainforest, he would eat any kind of insect.
Rats and bats are simply a delicacy.
Old Tang licked his lips. Although he didn't bring a knife because of security, he was confident that he could easily handle the situation with his bare hands.
A beam of light swept back and forth across the dome, and as if this were a signal, the patterns on the walls suddenly began to tremble, and white dust fell from above.
Old Tang watched as the patterns popped out from the wall...
No! Those aren't patterns at all; they're the wings of some unknown creature.
They were not any known creatures that Old Tang had ever seen; rather, they seemed to be remnants of ancient creatures.
Their bodies are like a combination of birds and reptiles, with sharp claws on their wings and tails flashing a cold, eerie blue light.
Old Tang couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Because he seemed to have finally remembered the name of the creature.
Kamaitachi, a kind of monster said to live in Japan, was only glimpsed by chance when he was in the orphanage, flipping through the donated books.
But how could such a creature from folklore appear here?
As one kamaru after another squeezed out from the cracks in the wall, the gusts of wind whipped up by their flapping wings made it hard for him to open his eyes.
We can't stay here any longer.
Old Tang didn't have time to think; he turned and ran.
However, just then, the sound of a train approaching the station suddenly rang out.
"Oh no!"
Old Tang suddenly stopped in his tracks, his throat bobbing.
The current situation seems to be a hopeless situation, after all, there's the Kamaitachi in front and the subway behind.
Although he is also from New York, he is not some Peter Parker in a red and blue uniform, from Queens, who is always ready to help others.
He cannot deal with both at the same time.
Fight!
He gritted his teeth, turned around, grabbed a powerful flashlight, and with a fierce determination, was about to charge into the swarm of weasels when a beam of light swept across the tunnel's dome, revealing a pair of enormous membranous wings unfurling in the darkness.
A pair of golden pupils lit up in the darkness.
No, it's not just one pair, it's a total of nine pairs!
Old Tang trembled as he raised his powerful flashlight and swept it across the area. Under the beam of light, he finally saw the true face of the huge, newly awakened black shadow.
That was also a Kamaitachi.
However, it has nine heads.
Each head emitted the same hoarse, mocking, yet eerily piercing roar.
This is really the end!
Old Tang wanted to cry but had no tears.
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it is finally over.
Lu Mingfei looked at the intelligence reports submitted through the academy's channels and a smile crept onto his face.
The group of mixed-race people who were also attracted by the forum messages were now completely fooled by the false information he had spread.
I heard that they even emptied the entire antique market in Beijing overnight.
However, he quickly put this minor matter aside, because there was something more important to do at the moment.
The spirit pet he entrusted to America has finally arrived today!
Lu Mingfei placed the box he had just received on the table, then carefully cut it open with a box cutter.
Inside the cage wrapped in a box, a small, snow-white snake lay lazily at the bottom of the cage.