Of course she didn't know that this was what Shrek Academy required for protection of Tang Wulin. Tang Wulin is still so young, and if she was targeted by the evil soul master, it would not be a good thing.

"Sister Mo Lan, don't cry! How are you? Are you recovering?" Tang Wulin hurriedly took a tissue from the side and handed it over.

Mo Lan wiped her tears, "I'm very good, thank you. You little guy, it's so inappropriate. Thank you very much. You saved my life. You are my life-savior!"

Tang Wulin hurriedly said, "Sister, don't say that. If any soul master was on the scene that day, he would do his best. Later, did the evil soul master catch it? I heard from Teacher Wu that he asked him to run away at that time."

Mo Lan shook her head, "These vicious guys are so cunning. There are no clues yet. However, the alliance has sent a large number of strong men to conduct a series of severe crackdowns and searches. Sooner or later, they will catch these evil people. It's such a coincidence that I met you again today. I promised you this for you."

While speaking, Mo Lan took out a card from her pocket and handed it to Tang Wulin.

"This is……"

"The All-American Train Pass. Originally, what I applied for for you was just ordinary. That was my highest authority, but because you saved so many people this time, you are a hero, so the above special approval has given you the highest level of pass. In the future, whenever you take all the soul guide trains, as long as you show this card, you will be given a private room, which can accommodate four people to rest at the same time. If you need it, you can add it."

"Ah? This is so precious." Tang Wulin said in surprise. Of course it is better to have a private room, and it is free.

Mo Lan smiled and said, "Heroes should be treated as heroes. This is what you deserve. Take it away. If you lose them, you will give me the Soul-Shooting Communication, and I will find someone to re-issue for you. By the way, tell me your Soul-Shooting Communication Number."

Tang Wulin told her the number and Mo Lan recorded it.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the private room, you can experience it first this trip."

Mo Lan wiped away her tears, took Tang Wulin's hand excitedly, and came to the private room area located in the middle of the train.

There is a VIP area on all soul guide trains. This area is not for take-out tickets and is reserved for some important guests. For example, politicians with missions, top soul masters, or soldiers with outstanding achievements.

Those who can use the soul guide train to book a room must have made outstanding contributions to the alliance, and they will never be able to come with money.

As the train conductor, Mo Lan knew which private room was present and which one was gone. She took Tang Wulin directly to the innermost private room.

After all, it was on the soul guide train, and the private room was not particularly large. It looked about ten square meters. It had a sofa and two upper and lower bunks. It could accommodate four people and a table.

Of course, compared to ordinary seats outside, it is much better.

"Wulin, you rest here first, drive soon. I'll go and work hard first, come to find you later." Mo Lan said with a smile.

"Okay, sister, you go and do it first."

Mo Lan left and sat on the soft bed in the private room. It felt really good. At least it was very quiet here, so you don’t have to worry about being disturbed when meditating.

However, Tang Wulin really didn't plan to meditate today. He wanted to have a good rest. After all, it was a holiday, so relax first.

Lying on the lower bunk bed, the soft bed smelled fresh. All the sheets and bedding were obviously brand new.

So comfortable!

He fell asleep in a daze.

This sleep was very sweet. I don’t know how long it took, but when Tang Wulin woke up from his sleep, the train was already running on the high-speed railway.

"Um!" He stretched his waist, and his whole body seemed to relax. "It's so comfortable!"

He turned over and sat up, picked up the free pure water on the table and drank two sips. He looked at the view outside the window.

It is rare to have such a chance to let go. Tang Wulin did not think about his own cultivation path, but just stared blankly outside and was dazed.

"Bang--" Suddenly, the soul-guided train shook violently, awakening him, who was immersed in the empty state.

What's going on?

Tang Wulin stood up. After what happened last time, he immediately became vigilant.

He quickly opened the door of his private room and looked out. There was no one around him, so he immediately jumped out.

At this time, a messy voice suddenly came from the broadcast of the Soul-Guide Train, "Mo Lan, listen, come to the No. 9 immediately, otherwise we will blow up the train."

This sound is slim and gives people a strong sense of depression.

Not good, something is going to happen!

The private room where Tang Wulin was located was the No. 13 carriage. He did not dare to neglect it and ran towards the No. 9 carriage as if he was flying.

Could it be that I could not run away from the train prisoner heading to Tiandou City? Why do I encounter this situation every time?

At this time, the train was already in chaos. Due to the terrorist attack not long ago, the passengers were even more panicked. When they heard that the accident was in the No. 9 carriage, they all ran in the opposite direction. This greatly hindered Tang Wulin's speed of progress.

With his own strength, he finally rushed through the carriages.

"Ah!" As he was about to reach the No. 9 car, a scream suddenly came.

Tang Wulin immediately heard that the scream belonged to Mo Lan, which was not good!

With a quick step, he rushed into the No. 9 carriage and immediately saw a scene that made his eyes bloody.

The entire No. 9 carriage was already in a mess, with more than a dozen corpses, none of which was complete and disgusting. The entire carriage was filled with blood. Most of the people who died here were security personnel. The weapons they equipped were obviously much better than before, but they still couldn't escape the poisonous hands.

In the middle of the No. 9 carriage, there was a man standing. He was thin and dressed in gray clothes, but his arms were particularly thick. He raised his right hand and a bone spur more than a foot long drilled out of his index finger. This bone spur passed through Mo Lan's shoulder and actually lifted her up in the air.

"Speak, what did you come from when I saved your kid last time, and his contact information. I'll give you a pleasure when I say it." The cold voice made people feel that it seemed like it was not a carriage, but hell on earth.

Mo Lan twitched all over her body in pain, but she gritted her teeth and said no word.

"I won't say it, right? Then I'll let you have the feeling of long phosphorus fire refining souls. Talk!" A strange laughed, and another big hand that looked like a bird's claw stretched out, a dark green flame lit up, and pressed directly on Mo Lan's forehead.

"Stop, I'm here!" When Tang Wulin came, he happened to see the scene of his flame pressing towards Mo Lan. He shouted and rushed out.

A purple light flashed in my eyes, which was the purple demon's eye, and the mental impact.

The man in gray turned his head and Tang Wulin saw a pair of eyes flashing with green light.

A muffled groan rang out. The muffled groan was not from the man in gray, but from Tang Wulin.

When his purple demonic eye's spiritual impact fell on the other party, he felt that his mental power was like a swaying tree, blocked by an extremely powerful mental power and rebounded.

He was rushing forward, and his eyes turned dark and he immediately fell on the ground. The pain of mental backlash made him feel a splitting headache.
Chapter completed!