Because everything was frozen, they didn’t know what their intentions were.
But Wen Xishu guessed it seed like the woman wanted to ask sothing, so the attendant standing at the front corner ca over to answer.
Wen Xishu’s gaze started to move around.
He felt there was sothing wrong with the woman and the little girl, but next, he saw sothing that made him lose his composure.
A familiar face appeared.
When Wen Xishu saw this face, his mind buzzed.
Counting this ti, he had seen this face three tis at different levels.
The old tea seller, thirteenth row.
The old man with age spots all over his face, holding a teacup and smiling with the sa smile as every passenger.
But his gaze fell precisely on Wen Xishu.
At that mont, despite Wen Xishu’s bravery, a sense of unease grew in his heart.
In the fifty-plus layers of Slaughter Tower, when he and Xiaojin were roasting by the fire, this old man was selling tea.
In Rokkasho, at the forty-second level of Deceit Tower, this old man was selling tea.
Now, at the twenty-ninth level of Deceit Tower, Wen Xishu never expected this old man to be selling tea.
But eerily enough, in the fifty-plus layers of Slaughter Tower, the old man didn’t look that old...
In Rokkasho, the old man seed to have aged a bit.
And now, at the twenty-ninth level of Deceit Tower, the old man was notably older.
Those age spots carried a hint of death.
Although the tea-selling old man was motionless, his gaze locked onto Wen Xishu with impeccable accuracy.
At this mont, Wen Xishu couldn’t help but think that this old man wasn’t a passenger at all!
It’s so sort of chanism.
A life-taking chanism from the Three Towers? He is here for ! Like an unshakeable spirit.
Due to the depletion of his Anti-Magic Value, Wen Xishu’s mind beca susceptible to ntal invasion.
He felt a sense of dead silence.
However, the old man seed to be influenced by various rules as well.
In Rokkasho, the old man could only knock on doors; here, he must be one of the passengers.
"Who exactly is he? Why is he always following ?"
Wen Xishu decided to walk towards the old man, since everyone was frozen in place.
Wen Xishu thought that perhaps he could use this as a breakthrough point.
As he walked towards the old man, Wen Xishu saw three other passengers.
The eleventh row.
A family of three: an ordinary man who looked honest and thick-headed, a woman with a plain but slightly wealthy face, who also gave off a stingy impression, and a child whose eyes seed to smile.
That child gave Wen Xishu an uncomfortable feeling.
"A mischievous kid on the train?"
That was his first reaction.
Passing the fifth row, Wen Xishu noticed another woman, her head bowed low.
He called her an internet celebrity because he noticed she was posting on Weibo, sharing so of her life experiences there.
The internet celebrity seed to be pregnant.
Wen Xishu glanced briefly and due to his quick thinking, he fully read through her post.
"Family, I really never thought of exploiting my child to gain status. I’m just saying that this child is Xiaowang’s, but I’m not making money off this child. Right now I’m sitting with a bunch of poor people on this train."
Although the text was brief...
Wen Xishu seed to have already imagined a story.
With that, Wen Xishu had examined every passenger on the train.
Four migrant workers, seemingly in two groups. A student couple, a company boss, a tea-selling old man, a woman and a little girl, an internet celebrity, a family of three, two attendants.
A total of eighteen people.
The amount of information was overwhelming.
Also, there was so non-human information.
For example, the small TV at the front of the train was playing recent legal information.
For example, there were advertisents posted on the train door leading to the next carriage.
Of course, Wen Xishu wasn’t sure whether these pieces of information were valuable.
But right now, in this first carriage, he felt very dependent on his mory.
He had a feeling that if he missed any information...
He might die in the next carriage.
It felt as though as soon as he passed through that door, he would imdiately encounter sothing terrifying and strange.
Wen Xishu finally arrived next to the old man.
At this mont, as Wen Xishu approached the old man, an unexpected interaction occurred.
"Scorpio’s handiwork? No... Lacking the familiar ga UI."
In Wen Xishu’s eyes, three options appeared.
——From where.
——To where.
——Past experiences.
Wen Xishu could choose one of the three to inquire about.
This round, he could only ask once. Each person could ask once.
Wen Xishu thought for a mont and decided to ask the old man where he was from.
The tea-selling old man’s head suddenly rotated 180 degrees, his gaze fixedly staring at Wen Xishu, his eerie smile practically pressed against Wen Xishu’s face.
"I co from Evil Land. Young man, would you like so tea? The tea leaves from Evil Land are very delicious."
Wen Xishu asked:
"Where is Evil Land?"
But the response from the old man was still the sa.
"I co from Evil Land. Young man, would you like so tea? The tea leaves from Evil Land are very delicious."
Next, Wen Xishu asked several questions in succession.
But the answer remained the sa — the tea leaves from Evil Land are very delicious.
Wen Xishu didn’t expect such a result. He thought for a mont, Evil Land... Could it be the na of a tower like Deceit Tower?
Generally, Deceit Tower is known as the realm of obsession.
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