In the dimly lit train compartment, the lights gradually dimmed and became hazy.
The light seemed unable to penetrate the darkness, and as Lin Xian's inner fear grew, even the light was being devoured.
Lin Xian's forehead was covered in cold sweat, desperately clinging to his last shred of reason amid endless fear.
This isn't right, this isn't right, this isn't right.
There must be something wrong.
Where is it wrong, where is it wrong?
What did I notice?
Click clack, click clack.
A sound of footsteps emerged from the depths of the darkness.
"Who's there!"
Lin Xian gripped the forged steel knife in his hand, cold sweat pouring like rain.
The passage became increasingly dark, Lin Xian could no longer see anything emerging in front of him.
No one responded.
But Lin Xian felt someone standing in front of him in the darkness.
A chill came towards him.
Whoosh~ Whoosh
Lin Xian's heart pounded wildly, he knew danger was approaching.
