"Why are you wearing his clothes! Flavia! Have you really changed your mind?!" Duran almost went crazy, "Are you bewitched by this devil? He has a gun in his hand! I clearly saw it.

..”

"Claudia Als Duran, you must be panicked - you may be wondering why your soul power suddenly failed?" Wood Placker still held the gun, and gently patted Fu with the gun.

Lavia's shoulders seemed to be showing the hostage: "And why didn't I act according to the evolution of events as you expected, right?"

In fact, [Timeline]'s superpower of predicting the future is not that powerful. It is like a sophisticated computer that uses the information that has been collected to deduce the most likely events in the future.

just now--

——Wood Plunk is almost like a monster, using the strongest murderous intention, the richest pheromones, and the most straightforward desire for self-destruction to send these extremely intense signals to Ms. Duran's [timeline],

The computer finally determined that Wood would sacrifice his life to defeat Sixty-Three.

"Flavia! Leave him immediately!" Duran was like a lioness, roaring at his female companion: "What are you doing?!"

"Don't worry, don't look at this guy holding a gun." Flavia raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "My soul power will always hold him to death!"

Under Wood Placker's crotch, a furry snake-like monster was seen crawling on the ground and had already grabbed the VIP's crotch.

Flavia then took out the red mountain stone from her coat pocket.

"I got the stuff too! This guy is quite honest! When he saw the power of my soul, he immediately surrendered and gave us all the treasures - I asked him to take off his clothes, and he would be obedient..."

"What on earth do you want to do!" Dulan is not that naive, she only feels horrified - her [timeline] will occasionally malfunction, but it will never completely run towards the unknown future like today. In this way, this

The conductor of the Abyss Railway has reached a state of proficiency in controlling his own emotions and expressing pheromones. He can use this method to deceive his opponents and deliver wrong information.

Wood Placker then said: "Dulan, Sixty-three is going to catch up on his sleep soon. He needs to regain his mental strength before he can continue to perform this ceremony. How long is his sleep time? Forty minutes? Or one hour?

As far as I know, people who have received Da Vinci sleep method training only need to sleep for fifteen minutes to maintain brain activity for several hours."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Dulan: "Why should I tell you these things?!"

Wood: "Didn't you notice? Am I stronger than him? If you surrender now, I have a sentence reduction package, divided into four punishment methods, and three labor reform prisons for you to choose from."

Dulan sneered: "Ah? Your opponent can control time! Your soul power can only create explosions, where do you get the confidence..."

Wood: "Perhaps you will think that I am waiting for Sixty-Three to reveal a flaw. For example, this kind of sleep time is the [quiet wind point] to kill him and pull the trigger on him."

Duran: "You can only win in this way, right?"

Wood: "No, what if I really want to die with you before the plane takes off, as you predicted? Do you have any way to stop the bomb that has exploded?"

Duran: "Sixty-three will clean up the mess anyway... He..."

Halfway through, Dulan couldn't speak anymore.

If Wood really did this, Sixty-Three would have no way to prevent the explosion.

Their soul power statistics are similar, with destructive power, speed, and precision all on the same level. Wood Plunk's only disadvantage is the range. Duran has never seen the train conductor's soul power leave his body.

, and the range of Sixty-Three’s soul power is sixteen meters.

The straight-line distance between Sixty-Three and Wood is a full twenty-three meters, and it has to cross two firewalls.

If Sixty-Three wanted to kill Wood immediately before he came back to his senses, such a thing would be completely impossible.

But it is very simple for Wood to destroy this ritual. He only needs to follow the previously prepared process and take out the firearms and hallucinogens from Billy the Kid's belly again and again, forcing Sixty-three to repeatedly activate the [Regret Medicine] ability until Six

Thirteen's mental power was exhausted and he came to the [Quiet Wind Point] as expected by Mr. Wood.

Only Flavia didn't understand what was happening. She just held the red mountain stone and put it in her mouth, rolled up the gem with her smooth tongue, and talked about the mysterious legend of the station.

"Hey! Lurrululu!~~Dulan! Why are you looking so sad? This guy has obviously handed over all his treasures and is about to surrender. Is this stone really as magical as the patriarch said? What if I

If it is swallowed into the stomach, will my [Twilight Zone] turn into a hundred-meter-long giant snake? It must be able to poison many, many people, right?"

"I have no intention of harming you or your female companion." Woodpluck said: "Dulan, if you are willing..."

Before he finished speaking——

——Sixty-three has activated the soul power of [Regret Medicine].

Before the plane left the ground, the spinning steel wheels suddenly froze and then began to reverse.

It returned all the way to the side of the terminal building, the ground service vehicle returned to the supply station, and the thick fuel pipe began to pump aviation kerosene into the fuselage.

Wood's body involuntarily retreated back the way it came, and then he stuffed the firearm into Billy the Kid's belly, and the splattered blood was sent back into the abdominal cavity along with the black bag of hallucinogens.

Benjamin, who was in the third row, woke up from his sleep. From time to time he looked at the gold watch on his wrist, watching the hands on the dial turning crazily backwards, wondering whether his next destination should be Alaska or Hawaii after landing.

Wood and Jiang Xueming exited the plane via the original route, exited the boarding gate, retreated to the terminal, and returned to the restaurant.

Coke kept coming out of Jiang Xueming's mouth, and then Coke bottle caps flew from the trash can.

With a "wave" sound, the alloy bottle cap returned to the Coke bottle and fell into the vending machine. A coin popped out of the coin slot and returned to Wood's hand. The two exited the terminal while talking and laughing.

Go through the gate and walk backwards towards the country road.

Back by the road, time finally started to flow forward.

At this moment——

——Sixty-three gasped for air several times in a row, and the bloody smell of burst capillaries emerged from his throat.

He roughly snatched Ms. Duran's chocolate milk and drank it in one gulp.

"I want to sleep for half an hour..."

Ms. Duran opened her phone and glanced at it: "It takes off in forty minutes, so there's plenty of time."

"Hey..." Sixty-three asked in a sullen voice, "I heard everything he said to you just now."

Dulan's heart tightened: "Big shot... I will not betray you."

Sixty Three: "You don't really think that he is better than me, do you?"

Duran: "Of course not... of course..."

Sixty-three: "I can reverse time and attack at will, but I don't need to defend. Even if I get injured, I can start over."

"While you are sleeping, I will stay by your side..." Dulan responded solemnly, "Please don't worry."

Sixty-three leaned on the massage chair in the terminal and fell asleep.

Dulan cheered up and suddenly felt murderous intention——

——Fuck Hongshanshi, fuck Jiang Xueming!

If this guy could be killed in an instant, everything would be over!

Flavia will not die, and neither will I!

But what to do? The weapon that can make people lose consciousness and lead to death in an instant is in Billy the Kid's belly! Performing a disembowelment surgery on him will definitely alert this scheming devil.

If I can't destroy this guy's prefrontal lobe in an instant, or kill his center of consciousness, and destroy his thalamus, the hell [regret medicine] will make all my efforts in vain.

Duran looked at Flavia again - she looked at her lover.

Flavia's soul power is a deadly toxin. It would take a full thirty seconds to kill this guy. It is impossible to achieve such a miracle as instant death.

She does not have this ability. Even if the [Timeline] is allowed to deduce this possibility, her soul power, Little White Snake, is shaking her head. She wants her master not to think about such extremely dangerous things. She simply cannot find such a possibility.

The possibility is extremely slim, unless God opens his eyes and rains a bolt of thunder from the sky, killing Sixty-Three in a fraction of a second.

In the end, Duran gave up.

These short forty minutes were an extremely torturous forty minutes.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Sixty-three wakes up on time, just like a robot, Jiang Xueming also has this magical skill and can control his sleep time independently.

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

As Wood Placker said [Quiet Wind Point].

Sixty-three During this period, even if he was dreaming, he was always vigilant. Once his ears heard a discordant sound, he would immediately wake up to fight the enemy.

But what made him vaguely uneasy was that at his most vulnerable and unprepared time, Wood didn't do anything——

——All the itineraries were according to the original plan. There was no change of ticket, no escape, no change of seats, or a direct invitation to a duel to him sixty-three.

It was as if Mr. Plunk had really lost his memory, and as time was reversed, he returned to a state of confusion and ignorance.

As usual, Duran, Sixty-Three, Wood, and Billy the Kid drank the chocolate milk one after another and boarded the plane.

The moment Sixty-Three and Ms. Duran sat in the first class cabin——

——Dulan’s soul power began to sound the alarm again.

"Big shot! He's coming!"

Sixty Three: "What's going on?!"

Du Lan's white snake bit Liu San's neck, and wanted to show Liu San the scene of the last reincarnation deduction repeatedly, just like a video tape replay.

Sixty-three smiled and said: "You know it's useless! Are you doing these useless things?"

Ms. Duran will not take it lightly. After all, Mr. Wood is capricious, and if Flavia dies, she may never be resurrected.

She ran towards the customer service room again, and was shot in the head with a hot bullet.

Wood Placker kicked open the door of the isolation room, with the spirit body about to dissipate still hanging around his neck. Flavia, the owner of [The Twilight Zone], has died. He relies on his last belief to fight against the abominable VIP of the Abyss Railway.
To be continued...