Abyss Express

Just gossip about nothing and nothing Anyway—— Because things related to the work will affect the reading order of normal readers. So the thoughts in the text have been moved to the comment area. So—— It's a pity that I don't have time to post it and read it.

I accidentally discovered a treasure trove of good articles. I just finished reading them recently and would like to write a recommendation! I hope you continue to enjoy reading this novel. Reason for recommendation: 1. Big imagination: It is set that there are many unknown mysteries underground in the earth. Underground stations have been opened up as the starting point for human beings to explore downwards. Each small station is a transfer station. Passengers set off from the station to continue their adventures. Underground, there may be strange creatures and aliens, as well as historical illusions and immortal heroes. Under the combined influence of life pressure and external guidance, the protagonist came to the station and started his adventure from here. 2. Excellent emotional portrayal: -Friendship: the core of this article. For the protagonist, there are passionate men who support each other with their sincere hearts; for the supporting characters, there are also people who have reached middle age (?), Lost themselves, gone through many vicissitudes of life, and found that the old friends who swore to you when you were young are still waiting for you. - Love: There are almost no singles in this book. Basically, lovers finally get married due to the combination/frustration of fate. Even people who are as steely and have no brains for love will eventually have people they cherish because of their love. - Teacher-student relationship: Great! The protagonist meets many people who inspire or protect him in life. 3. Full of passion: "Life should not be a journey from passionate to cold-blooded" - this is a famous quote from a great writer in the article, and it is also the main theme of the story. The protagonist punishes evil and promotes good along the way, which is refreshing! The protagonist's dedication and hard work will also be recognized by his teacher, well done! 4. Good writing style: The most basic thing is that the writing is smooth and not novice. The writing is passionate and funny, and from time to time there is a sense of exaggeration similar to drama. The author seems to be a screenwriter, so he is very good at playing with words (a compliment). 5. Characters have the ability to grow: The boy grew up in adventure. From being alone and not trusting anyone, he gradually learned to walk with his teammates and accept the care and love of others. Supporting characters also have similar changes. Some gradually realize what they desire from paranoia, and some change from being immersed in lost things to noticing that what is around them is the most important. The characters' personalities are constantly enriched as the plot develops, which is very interesting. Notes (may not be suitable for everyone): 1. The writing style and the description of some characters are slightly exaggerated: similar to JOJO, people who love exaggeration and passionate love will love it, and those who can't accept it may not be able to accept it. But I feel so Coooooool! 2. There is only a slight abuse/horror from the beginning of the novel to the end of the first adventure, but the rest is definitely adventure, blood, love and healing.

To be honest, this book is really not good. It looks like a knock-off of Victor's Little Sweetie. I suggest you read Victor's "Sixteen Pieces of Beheading My Lovely Wife". It's no better than "Train to the Abyss".

Who told me why this is not watermarked😂

The plot you are looking for is in Volume 18, Chapter 17 Volume Name: Chapter·18/U2 Chapter Name: Act17. Walk On/Keep going It's too troublesome to reply one by one, so just post a pinned post The specific plot may be different from what you imagined ( But the book is also very interesting, why not finish the free chapters before leaving? It's a pity that someone rewrote the beginning and caused my chapter to be lost, otherwise I might be able to pick up a lot of likes from this wave of traffic ᴵ(ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ ͜ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ )

After reading the first three chapters, the writing was very good. I thought it was a serious ghost story with a cold writing style. The protagonist's story of a hard-working social beast was also relatively novel in the beginning. However, Xiao Qiyi's appearance completely ruined my expectations. A flirtatious and mysterious handsome sister kissed the charming and charming male protagonist when they met for the first time. She couldn't talk enough to tease her. Am I reading some female-oriented BG romance novel? The paradoxical and magical atmosphere created by the large text suddenly turns into a funny love story. Can any book friend tell me if this is a drama or a ghost story, or a romance covered in skin?

What is this book about? The introduction seems too simple!

Xiao Qi probably feels this way? (Personal Thoughts)

The front is made directly according to the format of Hong Kong dollars

Prologue · Gansey Syndrome - A hero's return is always rare. For us, the journey home is epic enough. The cold wind like a flowing glacier raged across the wasteland, even the cave where Rogge was hiding. It leaned down and reached into the cave, stretching out its claws to try to take away the dangerous body temperature from Rogge's body. Fortunately, the cave is winding enough, and the charcoal that has almost burned out in the cave is still emitting residual heat. Rogge was able to wrap up his coat and wait for the wind to subside in his dream. Only in a dream could he experience that scene again, the dragon-slaying epic that once again gave him courage and pulled him back from the abyss. At the beginning of the dream, when the black spot appeared, he was nesting in the abandoned train with the group of scavengers as always, waiting for the arrival of tomorrow or his own death. But what was different from the real trajectory was that Rogge jumped up immediately, roared and ran towards the black spot. Rogge's vision became clear again, and everything in front of him burned again. As if the gauze that had been covering his face had been torn away, he could clearly feel the smell of fresh mustard in the cold wind on the Mimir Plains, he could feel the weak spiritual pressure coming from the black spot, and he could feel the sweat soaking his whole body. He suddenly stood up and punched randomly in the cold wind. Veins popped out on his neck and hands, which were left with only a layer of skin. He used all his strength to squeeze his lungs and vocal cords and shouted loudly. He didn't know what he was calling. He might just be announcing to the whole world that he was back again. Rogge's shouting came to an abrupt end. The smell of blood in his throat and the dizziness and darkness flooding his head forced him to lower his head and take a deep breath. Even in the dream, he could only drag this frail body. After finally catching his breath, Rogge stretched out his legs and walked forward. His two legs, which were so thin that their joints were almost exposed, were really unlucky. He led Rogge forward with a cursing gurgle. There was only one thought left in Rogge's mind. He wanted to see the dragon-slaying warrior and the passenger again. He wanted to ask the railway VIP loudly how he got to this point. He wanted to hear Wen Bucai and the passenger say to him personally: "Good boy!" By the time Rogge arrived near the railway track out of breath, the dragon hunt was coming to an end: the unreasonable mud driver was killed on the rock wall near the bridge hole. The VIP, covered in blood and blackened, and another passenger with abundant spiritual pressure laughed wildly, and the dragon corpse behind him was lying flat on the railway track. Their laughter spread far away, reaching into the sky. Rogge was silent for a moment. He remembered that he was brought here by the runaway abandoned train through the parallel rails. The crazy spiritual pressure of the giant creature when it was about to die was intertwined with the sharp but gentle spiritual pressure of VIP, briefly stimulating his inspiration. At that moment, the gambling instinct rooted in Rogge's heart whipped him, and he rolled off the abandoned train on his hands and knees. The bloodthirsty gambler whispered in his ear: By the side of the VIP... By his side... You will definitely be able to pick up something! Whether it's a disaster beast or a VIP! I can pick up things! If VIP is dying, maybe... Maybe! ! ! I can drink his blood! I have capital again! With this capital, I can win it back again... Using the VIP's blood and essence as a bet, I can win it back again! ! ! I can definitely win it back! ! ! I want to win back all their blood! ! ! The perspective in the dream changed again, and Rogge returned to his past self. His thoughts changed accordingly, and Rogge seemed to have returned to that time, experiencing it all personally again. He rolled off the train and ran towards the VIPs, his leg obviously broken. But he didn't seem to feel it at all, as the distorted and broken face appeared and disappeared under the chaotic rags. At that time, he was more like a beast than a human being. Rogge stumbled towards the valley where the warriors slayed the dragon, greed unabashedly seeping from every pore of his body. After walking for a while, when he was about to reach the railway, the roaring train was like a giant ax in the hands of a warrior, cutting off the dead dragon's head. Rogge waited for a moment, then slowly lowered his body and touched the head of the dead dragon, trying to take something from it. The chatting words of the VIPs were carried along the wind, which slightly woke up the unconscious Rogge, making him realize that the value of VIPs was far higher than this dead dragon. If Rogge behaved more pleasing to the eye, maybe some VIPs would take pity on him and give him some panacea, which would be far more cost-effective than eating from the dragon's head. Rogge knew that this was what he was thinking at the time, and he used this to comfort his restless gambling nature, so that he would not be short-sighted and die on the dead dragon. So Rogge set off and walked towards the VIPs. He listened patiently to their conversation, trying to find the right moment to be docile and to get a little panacea. But as he listened, Rogge's mood quietly changed, and he no longer thought about taking the panacea. He began to immerse himself in the stories told by VIPs, listening to the adventures that he could no longer experience personally. Rogge couldn't help but worry for him when he heard the VIP named Wen Bucai telling that he and the disaster dragon were both injured; when he heard Wen Bucai say that he had met four little treasures this time and bravely entered the Skull and Bones Society together, Rogge almost laughed out loud for a long time; when he heard the story ended and the disaster dragon was crucified for the second time, Rogge almost cheered loudly. What a strong story, it is even better if it is narrated through the mouth of Wen Bucai. Wen Bucai's own appeal and story are mixed together, like the first mouthful of hot soup on a cold day. Rogge, who had lost all his keen senses due to flesh and blood loan sharking, was completely unable to resist such temptation. He couldn't help but drink the soup and his whole body felt hot. And Wen Bucai's last words were like the last mouthful of noodle soup left in a bowl of noodles. The news that the disaster beast was coming shocked Rogge's whole body. The maggot-like gambling nature reappeared, threatening him, and he wanted to get the capital that would allow him to step onto the gambling table again in this chaos. The call for scavengers to build a defensive line sounded. Rogge stood up and wanted to see if there was any place where he could hide and not have to work. At this moment, a temporary employee ID card and a Rhino revolver were thrust into his arms without any explanation, bearing the body temperature of the giver. Rogge wanted to see the appearance of the clerk clearly, but unfortunately he was stunned for a moment. When he looked up again, the clerk had already left. He only saw the back of the clerk waving away. Strange emotions filled Luo's heart, including shock, surprise, doubt, and even a slight fear. These strong and real emotions dispelled the gambler's mentality that urged him all the time. He took action and started building fortifications with the scavengers. The memory and skills of the past can still be used. Rogge is busy using glue soup and glutinous rice to bind raw soil and fill it between the cloth bags. The construction of the fortifications was completed quickly with the efforts of many scavengers, and what followed was a long wait and recuperation. People passed food, drink and ammunition to each other, but Rogge confiscated the ammunition because he knew that his weak body could not control the violent rhino revolver. A passenger with a generous build and a hearty smile next to him removed his stick and handed the light sword to Rogge. Rogge still clearly remembers his mood at that time. The extreme joy and extreme fear almost made him faint. He could feel the power contained in the stick and was clearly ecstatic about its value. The gambler's mentality urged him to quickly accept the stick. The gambler, or rather himself, whispered: If this passenger is very unfortunate, extremely regretful, and painful to everyone, and dies in the attack of this beast, then this stick will belong to me...! Look at this stick! Mingde's bad work! A powerful stick that was almost melted into real gold by the passenger! If you get it on the black market, you can definitely get a lot of pyroxene coins! I'm not greedy either, just take part of it... And I'll have capital again! I can win all those things back! The whispers in his head made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The passenger's words sounded like they were coming from outside: "You use this!" The words passed Rogge's thoughts faster than he blurted out: "Can I do it? Can I really do it?" The passenger shrugged and said easily: "How do I know?" When Rogge heard this, tears flowed from his eyes before he could react After being a scavenger for so long, he lost more than just his self-confidence. He is like a scourge more than a human being. He thought he didn't go to Skull and Bones just because Skull and Bones wouldn't want a sick guy like him. But the passenger gave him the stick so easily. Something woke up in his heart, and even he didn't know it. Rogge thought for a moment, followed his thoughts, found a tall passenger, and handed over the light sword. "You use this! You must be better than me! Use this!" The passenger in front of him said: "This is my second time taking the bus, I'm afraid... It won't work well." The burning heart drove Rogge and said to him: "It doesn't matter! You have stones! You must be better than us!" Immediately afterwards, Rogge rushed to the defense line and checked again to see if there were any hidden dangers. He did not want these brothers to be injured or even lose their lives in the beast tide. After finishing, he lay back behind the defense line, but heard the passenger say to him again: "I want you to take it, just take it!" Rogge looked at him and realized that no one had put away the light sword. "But..." He listened to himself. The passenger handed over the light sword: "It's nothing! Can't you remember? Can't remember how to shoot? How to swing a stick?" "I..." Rogge opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. "You are a brave man, I don't know your name yet, but I will fight side by side with you soon." The passenger slapped Rogge who passed by: "Using tools to protect yourself is a kind of bravery, and handing tools to others is also a kind of bravery - I believe in you, and you must also believe in my decision." After saying that, the passenger turned around and devoted himself to the final preparations. Rogge stood there. He remembered a very clear smile for no reason, but unfortunately he could not remember the owner of that smile. He went further and further away, forgetting even the most important person to him and why he wanted to gamble. There was a roar in his head, and the giant dragon-slaying ax struck at his heart, splitting the dark gambler in two, and creating a new ravine in his heart. Together with the unwillingness in his heart, he reshaped everything with a power beyond the reach of ghosts and gods. His inspiration truly came back. Looking at the retreating figure, Rogge wanted to reach out and stop him, but in the end he remained silent. To this day he doesn't know the passenger's name. But Rogge knew that the passengers of the Abyss Railway always had a wonderful fate. If he could become a passenger again, find his stick and pyroxene, and think of the most important person again, maybe, no, he would definitely meet again. Definitely.       , The gradually biting cold wind woke up Rogge. He was once close to emerging from a cocoon and becoming a butterfly. Perhaps this clear memory of the dream was the power brought by the fragments of the Morpho butterfly. But now, the cocoon is still there, but the pupa inside is long dead. He opened his eyes and firmly remembered the flashbacks in his dream. He recalled the scene in which he killed the jackal with traps and sticks and celebrated farewell with the passengers. He will never forget these memories again. He wanted to cross this north wind wasteland, return to the Nine Realms Station, become a passenger again, and find everything he had lost. (Off-topic: I wanted to write this fanfic when I was reading Ling Yunjuan. The scavengers who have risen from decadence are really a good subject. Thought I wrote it as soon as I got here, and it's probably not very good. Thank you for putting up with my poor writing. This article is not over yet. I will write it until Roger crosses the wasteland and returns to the station. Thank you again for reading, and we will see you later).