Fortunately, the ghosts retreated to both sides like a tide, but some still lingered, unwilling to leave.

Cheng Jingru: "Why aren't these ghosts making a move? Is there some kind of trap ahead?"

Han Fenghua: "Pretty much. Once you're on this train, if you don't make a wish, you'll be stuck here forever. If those people don't take action, we can't get off either."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jingru's heart sank. "How could this be?"

Han Fenghua: "How could it not be? People from the Xuanmen sect have been going missing for hundreds of years. I suspect they are trapped on this train."

They walked through two carriages and soon stood in front of a door.

The ghosts on the roof of the carriage all wore eerie smiles.

These foolish and hypocritical people, soon they will see their destined end—

"Carriage number 6 is where the restaurant is located—I understand. There's no food on the train. Even if we don't kill them, they'll die of thirst and hunger!" After Cheng Jingru finished speaking, the remaining half of her heart turned completely cold.

Han Fenghua smiled wryly: "That's why I reminded you to make a good wish so you can escape this train."

Gu Xu: "Not necessarily."

Han Fenghua looked at him, puzzled.

"You made a deal with the ghosts, so you can never get off this train—where do you think all those ghosts came from? They are the people who left, who will eventually return to this train."

However, by then he was no longer a human, but a ghost whose value had been exploited and who had died a violent death.

Gu Xu looked up at the door in front of him, a strange intuition running through his mind.

"Someone can take us away from here."