To silently commit a murder right under Mo Lin’s eyes.
That’s quite sothing.
Even Wan Foli slightly frowned.
It was apparent he was a bit surprised too.
Mo Lin looked out the window again, only to find the ghostly face was gone.
"Close the window?" a man asked.
Having learned from past mistakes, no one dared to act rashly.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, shielding himself with Dao Qi, and proactively went to close the window.
It was safe, and nothing unexpected happened.
The carriage was very quiet, and the atmosphere was sowhat oppressive.
"Did the train start by itself?
Isn’t that a bit unscientific?" Mo Lin raised a doubt.
To start a train, it needs to be powered, right?
Without anyone activating it, how could the train be set in motion?
For example, if the lights at ho flicker, it’s either a ghost causing mischief or a short circuit in the wiring.
There is always a reason.
What about the train starting?
Sothing must have started the train.
The train couldn’t have started by itself, especially right after Mo Lin and the others boarded it.
"Could it be that sothing is hidden on the train?" Wan Foli proposed his idea.
This idea was quite reasonable.
Everyone agreed with this idea for the ti being.
"Bang bang bang!"
A knocking sound ca from the rear carriage.
It was very dark here, and everyone could only see the current car they were in, not the one behind.
"I’ll go take a look," a man in black stood up first and said.
"I’ll go with you," another person followed suit.
They took flashlights, lighting up the carriage ahead, and the two walked into the carriage.
About three minutes later, both returned at the sa ti.
"Took a look, there was nothing, we didn’t dare go to the third carriage," the man in black responded.
At that mont.
Colorful Buddha light surged from Wan Foli’s hand, charging towards the white-clothed man beside the black-clothed man.
His palm struck the head of the white-clothed man.
Simultaneously, Zhang Fan also made his move.
Zhang Fan gathered Dao Qi and slashed towards the white-clothed man.
The white-clothed man had no ti to react.
"Pftt!"
Blood splattered, and the white-clothed man was instantly eradicated.
The death was grueso.
"Are you crazy?" the man in black yelled angrily, seeing Wan Foli and Zhang Fan killed soone.
"Was it a mistake to kill?"
Wan Foli coldly said, offering no explanation, returning to his seat.
"He wasn’t wearing a red string," Zhang Fan coldly stated.
Only then did the man in black notice the man beside him wasn’t wearing a red string.
"Just for this reason, you killed him?" the man in black retorted, tightening the red string on his arm a bit more.
"I said, without a red string, no matter who it is, one must be killed,"
Zhang Fan’s attitude was very firm, "Even if I’m not wearing a red string, you all should kill ."
The man in black imdiately stopped arguing.
Slowly returning to his seat.
"Bang bang bang!"
Knocking sounds ca again from the rear carriage.
"Damn... there’s no way I’m going back there this ti, whoever wants to can," the man in black cursed angrily.
Everyone fell into silence, unwilling to check the situation in the rear carriage.
"Can’t we just not go?" a man nad Chen Li slowly said.
Knowing there’s sothing weird in the rear carriage and still wanting to check, isn’t that stupid?
No one responded to this, but all tacitly agreed with Chen Li’s words.
No matter how much noise ca from the rear carriage, no one went to check the situation.
Unknowingly, more than an hour had passed.
The sound from the rear carriage continued.
"If I’m not mistaken, if the strange happenings on the train don’t get resolved, we can’t leave the train," Zhang Fan slowly said.
Actually, Mo Lin had already guessed it.
He tried to open the train door but found it couldn’t be opened at all.
Everyone sat on the train, feeling the train was moving, but it was also possible that the train wasn’t moving.
It was just Mo Lin and the others’ illusion of a moving train.
After all, without seeing the outside, without a reference point, there was no way to confirm whether the train was still moving.
"I’ll go check it out."
Wan Foli got up slowly and walked straight to the rear carriage.
Buddha light emanated from him, illuminating the rear carriage.
Mo Lin took a glance, the rear carriage looked the sa in style and decoration as the one he was in.
Besides, nothing creepy was in sight.
Soon, black smoke surged, engulfing Wan Foli.
The black thing was not Ghost Qi.
After about ten minutes, the black color faded.
A trace of blood appeared at the corner of Wan Foli’s mouth.
He erged from the rear carriage.
The red string was still on Wan Foli’s arm as he walked directly toward Mo Lin.
"Did you leave your seat just now?" Wan Foli questioned Mo Lin.
Then he looked at the red string on Mo Lin’s arm, not waiting for a response, he continued, "It’s fine now."
"What’s in the back?" Mo Lin inquired to Wan Foli.
"What if I told you there’s soone back there who looks exactly like you, would you believe it?" Wan Foli’s eyes stared right at Mo Lin as he questioned.
"I believe you." Mo Lin didn’t think Wan Foli would lie to him.
There was no need for it.
In such a stifling environnt, who would lie for nothing?
"There’s soone, looks just like you, stronger, more vicious, I almost killed him, but unfortunately, he escaped," Wan Foli added, "But that person’s arm had no red string.
Everyone, be cautious, don’t lose your red string, if anyone is found without a red string on their arm, execute them."
Mo Lin didn’t think what was in the rear carriage was him.
It might be sothing like a mirror that could simulate a person’s face.
At least, that’s what Mo Lin guessed.
After Wan Foli went in once, it got much quieter.
There were no more knocking sounds.
Obviously, everyone sitting in the carriage was not the way to go.
Without figuring out the situation here, how could they break free?
"Mo Lin, help ... help ."
A familiar voice called from the rear carriage.
The voice sounded just like Qin Yuyu’s voice.
Exactly the sa.
Mo Lin imdiately got up from his seat.
"What’s wrong?" seeing Mo Lin’s abnormal reaction, Zhang Fan asked Mo Lin.
"Did you hear soone calling my na?" Mo Lin asked Zhang Fan.
"No." Zhang Fan shook his head.
The others also shook their heads, indicating they didn’t hear anything.
"Don’t go, sit down." Wan Foli reminded Mo Lin, "The thing in the rear carriage is quite formidable."
Speaking, Wan Foli lifted his clothes, revealing a more than ten-centiter-long wound on his chest.
It was obviously a fresh wound.
"I almost got stuck in there just now."
Wan Foli cursed angrily, "Really regret coming here, thankless job."
If it weren’t for repaying a debt, he really wouldn’t have co here.
It was the first ti Wan Foli felt such a sense of crisis.
"Co in, Mo Lin."
Qin Yuyu’s voice sounded again from the rear carriage.
Mo Lin chose to pretend he didn’t hear it and returned to his seat.
Outside it was pitch black, like night, with not a glimr of light, nothing could be seen.
Mo Lin found a flashlight, shining it outside through the window.
Outside the window appeared sothing white, and upon closer inspection, they were bones.
White human bones, piled up on the ground.
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