Star Railway: The Pioneer's Journey

Chapter 429 Severe Injury

The blazing flames seared into everyone's eyes. Even though it was just a mime, they could almost feel the heat and hear the terrifying roar.

Lan reacted quickly, but she still couldn't outrun the bomb. When Yunzhi heard something amiss behind her, she only had time to push Lan forward before being slammed hard into the back by the door that had been blown open behind her.

So why is the gate to the inn made of iron in such an old-fashioned place?

The flames from the explosion were so hot that they turned the iron gate red-hot almost instantly.

Yunzhi was dressed in thin clothes and was so burned that she almost howled like Talking Tom.

The raging flames suddenly shot into the sky, turning the entire sky a fiery red.

"When did the rain stop?"

A large gash appeared on the young Yunzhi's head, from which a piece of metal had sprung out, and blood was dripping out.

Young Lan took out a clean handkerchief and covered his wound: "It hadn't been raining for very long."

Since it's not a planet, climate change is basically simulated, so extreme weather won't last long, whether it's a hot summer or a snowy winter.

Yun shook his head, enduring the sharp pain in his back as he stood up:

"Call for help, put out the fire!"

The wind wasn't strong, and although the fire couldn't be propelled by the wind, the explosion was incredibly powerful, and the surrounding houses were densely packed, causing the fire to spread rapidly.

They could hear screams coming from inside the house.

His phone was just dropped and is most likely ruined.

Young Lan quickly edited the message and sent it out, summoning his personal guards.

Hoshino and Saber appeared behind the young Cloud at some unknown time.

Xing's expression was somewhat broken:

"You, your back..."

Yunzhi had just turned off his synesthesia, and they hadn't reacted immediately, but they really hadn't expected it...

The members of the suicide squad couldn't bear to watch.

During the explosion, Yunzhi's back was cut in several places by the shattered metal fragments. The red-hot iron door slammed heavily onto his back, like an electric iron, instantly sticking his thin clothes and the skin on his back together.

Fortunately, there was only one layer. If there had been another layer, Yunzhi would have screamed in agony, completely disregarding her image.

Young Lan was at a loss for what to do, and there was nothing nearby that could cool her down.

The still-young Yunzhi, with a face numb from pain, reminded Lan:

"Let's save him first. It's just a superficial wound; at most, it'll leave a scar. There's no more bleeding, so he won't die."

Young Lan was very worried, but young Yunzhi had already rushed into the sea of ​​fire first.

—You're very strong, aren't you?

The onlookers were too distressed to watch any longer.

Have they ever seen such behavior before?

I've seen it, many times. After all, the world is not lacking in villains, but it is not lacking in good people either.

But no one will become numb to it.

Because they all know they will feel pain.

"After that, Lan and I were busy here for a while, and then our people arrived."

With a wave of his hand, the image vanished like shattered glass.

"I went to see a doctor to treat my wounds—but thankfully, after I was promoted along with Arashi, those scars disappeared."

Yun said with a smile, "In the end, it's just a superficial injury, nothing serious."

The clouds are light and the wind is gentle.

But a comrade nearby chimed in, "If you hadn't shouted so loudly during the wound cleaning that the whole camp could hear you, we might have believed you."

His brothers behind him nodded solemnly, "Yes!"

Yunzhi: (。•ˇˍˇ•。)

"It was too painful, there was no other way. Don't you think about what it feels like to have your skin peeled off? Unfortunately, there was a fire at the time, and there wasn't enough medicine. Otherwise, I would have chosen general anesthesia."

He woke up on the fifth day after being under anesthesia.

"Hey... so, Vice Captain, what happened to the ghost stories you showed us?"

Yun Zhi raised an eyebrow: "Isn't this a ghost story?"

"A young and promising general and his adjutant, who should have been promoted after winning a battle, were almost framed and even killed because they were in the way of certain people... Isn't that terrifying?"

Lan sighed: "It's been a long time, and besides, no one dares to frame us now."

Those people from back then are long dead. So many years have passed, His mind doesn't have room for meaningless things.

"If you were going to frame me, why would you kill me?"

Saber couldn't help but ask, "Wouldn't it be better to just ruin your reputations once you've prepared the evidence?"

"Because they know my abilities. Unless they render me speechless, I have a hundred ways to turn the tide."

Yun Zhi put her hands on her hips with a touch of pride:

"Besides, once a person is dead, they can't defend themselves, so can't they just throw any dirty water on themselves?"

A mouth is empty; whether it's black or white depends entirely on one's own mind. Even a living person can defend themselves to some extent, but what about a dead person?

Sometimes people are just that disgusting.

"Unfortunately, I survived, Lan survived, and the body was later found, but so what? We killed the culprit with a little trick."

Framing someone, making false accusations? You make it sound like anyone can't do that.

"What's wrong?"

Yunzhi looked at the crowd of onlookers who had followed him into the mime performance:

"Are you surprised?"

Sand Gold patted his sister's back. Sasana seemed a little sad—sad for Yunzhi and Lan.

"I just feel a little unwell, True Lord..."

Sand Gold sighed: "I've always felt that it's a warrior's honor to die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide."

Potio continued:

"But he wasn't killed by the enemy, but was instead killed by his own people. It's heartbreaking that he was so precious to them."

Yes, it's ironic that a loyal general was killed by his own people; it's not only ironic but also utterly disgusting.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. What, you want to hear more ghost stories?"

Yun snapped his fingers, and the scene changed abruptly.

In the deep bamboo forest, a magnificent bridal sedan chair sat quietly before me, with no one else around.

—The scene shifts again, and a five-year-old girl is dressed in a wedding gown, her eyes and mouth are sewn shut, and she is bound and forcibly stuffed into a coffin.

—The next second, another young woman was seen in the middle of a mountain, getting married to a rooster.

—Then the scene abruptly changes, and a hand suddenly grows out of the toilet…

Wait, the toilet?

The onlookers were suddenly stunned.

Wait... there are ghosts that smell like this?