She relayed the information she had heard to Shi Jinzhe, who was searching for the matter online on his phone.

Such a serious event as a death should have attracted gossip, and there shouldn't have been no news at all, but the fact is, there really wasn't a single piece of news.

When I finally checked the train timetable, it only said that there was a delay due to weather.

As if on cue, a dark cloud drifted by, and the clear, cloudless sky instantly transformed.

In less than a minute, the gray-blue clouds drifted in front of us, darkly sinking towards the ground.

Shi Jin leaned over and peered out. The trees under the overpass were being blown about by the strong wind, their leaves fluttering in the air. The light disappeared, and the sky quickly turned a dirty, dark yellowish-green.

Sheh pulled up a thin blanket; the weather made her feel a bit cold visually.

Just then, the train's announcement came on, and the train, which had been stopped for nearly an hour and a half, slowly started moving again.

The headlights came on, and the view reflected in the clear glass instantly became a mirror image of himself. After a while, he reminded him, "Be careful when you go through the tunnel later."

As a player, he had seen many supernatural phenomena. The unusual events in the tunnel were not the best to be in the instance; if they were, he had to take precautions.

Shekh didn't send him back to his seat, tacitly allowing him to squeeze in with her.

The carriage remained quiet, and no one felt anything was amiss. The rain did not affect the train's speed. Red numbers continued to rise on the LED screen at the carriage connection. The white train sprayed water onto the tracks in the rain. The long tunnel through the mountain, built at great expense, soon came into view.

The temperature dropped further, and the passengers in the back row, shivering, wrapped themselves in blankets and whispered to their companions that the air conditioning was set too low, giving them goosebumps.

Shi Jinzhe turned the wedding ring on his ring finger and looked at Shehe. It had nothing to do with the air conditioning; the yin energy was so heavy that it could affect the passengers in the car.

There must be something wrong with the tunnel.

The speeding train plunged into the dark tunnel entrance, and after the last carriage entered the tunnel, the cold white lights inside the entire train went out instantly.

In the darkness, Shekh lowered his head, his purple eyes gleaming with an eerie glow.

Someone in the next carriage was startled by the sudden lights going out and screamed. A few moments later, someone noticed that the train had stopped and was stopped in the tunnel.

On the other side of the poorly soundproofed carriage connecting door, someone turned on their phone flashlight and angrily demanded, "What's going on? Where's the conductor? Will this train even reach its destination today? How long have we been delayed? Do you know how much money I'm losing out on?"

"Oh my god, you scared me! Can you please stop shouting? The crew can't drive, shouting won't help. Can't you just wait quietly?"

"Yeah, that yell startled me. Who wouldn't be worried? Wearing a shabby suit, does he really think he's a big boss?"

"If the big boss is so powerful, why doesn't he charter a plane?"

Under the cover of dim light, passengers whose faces were not clearly visible spoke boldly, each saying something out of turn, everyone wanting to chime in.

The passenger in front of him was a young man wearing a black t-shirt. He joined in the fun, complaining that he couldn't hear clearly, so he held onto the back of the seat and went towards the aisle.

The young man in the black t-shirt pressed his face against the transparent glass of the cubicle door, trying to look in that direction, while simultaneously gripping the doorknob to open the door.

Schech's gaze passed through the physical obstruction, following the movements of the young man in the black t-shirt. In the swaying beam of the flashlight, a short, blurry figure flashed across the glass.

The young man in the black t-shirt thought it was just a reflection of a figure in the opposite carriage and didn't pay it any mind. Then he squinted one eye and turned to look at the other side.

A blurry black shadow slowly rose from the ground. In Shekh's vision, it was a person covered in blood and cut in half at the waist. It crawled over, grabbed the black-tipped youth's calf, and struggled to climb onto the youth's body.

The young man in the black t-shirt unconsciously lowered his right shoulder, hissed softly, and muttered to himself, "Why does my shoulder hurt so much?"

How can it not hurt?

Shekh could see clearly that the ten fingers were gripping the shoulders of the young man in the black t-shirt, the nails digging into his flesh, and the "person" who had been cut in half was already lying on the back of the young man in the black t-shirt.

The captivating gaze was fixed on the man who had been cut in half at the waist. As if sensing this, it slowly raised its head.

At the same time, the flashlight beam from the other carriage shone directly onto the glass of the compartment door, revealing a pair of eyes almost squeezed out of their sockets, a pale, lifeless face staring straight at the glass. He gave the stunned young man in black a stiff smile.

The young man in the black t-shirt was suddenly pressed against the face and realized that there seemed to be a ghost face lying on him. Before he could even confirm it, he shouted through several carriages.

Even those who weren't afraid before were terrified by the scream. The young man in the black t-shirt staggered backward, his body slamming into a door behind him.

He found himself trapped in the aisle between two train carriages.

"Is anyone there! Is anyone there!" His voice trembled so badly that he tripped and fell hard to the ground in his haste.

The wet, slippery sensation hit his face, and the young man in the black t-shirt couldn't convince himself it was just an illusion; tears welled up in his eyes.

Shekh was still observing when the man who had been cut in half reached out and crawled towards them. It wasn't in the cubicle; something else had frightened the young man in black.

Finding the thing climbing too slowly, Shi Jinzhe manually helped by pulling a golden thread directly in front of it.

His bulging eyes couldn't hide his greed and desire; his nostrils flared as he constantly leaned forward to kiss and sniff; saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth; his trembling waist reached for the folded trouser leg; his bent fingers tentatively stretched forward like a cat.

Sherburn wanted to see how the ghosts in the dungeons were formed. After all, although the ghosts in each dungeon were on the opposite side of the players, it was not difficult to find out after deciphering their secrets that the formation of some of the ghosts was truly an undeserved disaster.

This world is where she and Shi Jinzhe will live for a long time, and she is willing to be more patient, but seeing this scene, Sheh thinks it's better to give up.

The black-clad youth's wailing and howling became the background noise, while the chaotic footsteps clattered back and forth. Sheh lowered his eyes and closed them.

In the darkness, a very faint crackling sound rang out.

Burn marks, as shattered as ashes, swept over the body that had been severed at the waist. They scattered like crushed ash, dissipating in the wind.

When he opened his eyes again, the faint, eerie purple light around the outer ring of Sher's iris disappeared, and the writhing, waist-severed demon on the ground also vanished.