Shi Jinzhe remained calm and observed the situation without making any reaction. He glanced at the time and said to Shekh, "The train is two hours late."

"Bring them all in."

She should be on vacation with Shi Jinzhe, instead of dealing with excessive tasks and wasting her time here.

Shi Jinzhe moved his fingers, and a strange fragrance wafted out. The soul, which could only be captured by ordinary people under special circumstances, seemed to smell the flesh of Tang Sanzhe and used all its strength to rush to the carriage where Shi Jinzhe was.

Three ghostly faces were reflected in the car window next to Shekh. Shi Jinzhe caught a glimpse of human life and noticed that their limbs were all missing.

The three people who died in gruesome ways matched the information the flight attendants had been chatting about; they were the same three people from the previous train who had mysteriously died in the tunnel.

Compared to the dismemberment, these three people's faces were filled with resentment, and their necks were covered with bruises and pinch marks. The finger marks were clearly from behind.

Shekh told him, "The person who was cut in half was someone who was clinging to someone's back and hugging their neck from behind."

Shi Jinzhe suddenly realized that it was probably a case of finding a scapegoat, but for some reason, the three people were pulled out of the car by the ghost, and they died, but the ghost failed.

The three people banged on the window for help, seemingly unaware that they were already dead.

Shi Jinzhe touched the glass, using an invisible force to push away the three vengeful spirits and send them on their final journey.

Two writhing humanoid monsters dragged their shattered bodies, leaving long, bloody trails.

When he got closer and there was no longer any cover, he realized that the one crawling on the ground was a woman, and the other was a boy of about seven or eight years old. The boy's body was almost completely shattered; he was the one who died the worst.

The woman and the man in front of her, who had been cut in half at the waist, wore the same expression as they left the boy, whose body was shattered, far behind.

Shi Jinzhe channeled a tiny amount of life force to restore his disfigured face, which looked very much like the woman in front of him. They might be mother and son, or siblings with a significant age difference.

Before the woman could make her move, Shekh accelerated the final stretch of her ghostly life, turning her to ashes.

Inside the cubicle, the young man in black t-shirt, who was just a hair's breadth away from dying on the spot, was crawled over by the boy. His nose was pressed against the ground, smelling the scent of Shi Jinzhe as he twisted and moved forward.

A cold wind blew by, and the boy slightly raised his head, his gaze focusing on the ring on Shi Jinzhe's hand. He then revealed a clever but wicked smile. When he noticed the several rings on Shehe's hand, a very incongruous fawning expression appeared on the child's innocent face.

Shi Jinzhe rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Send them away."

Sheh blocked the ring on her hand, absolutely suppressing and shattering the bone-chilling cold. She sent the broken boy away with maximum efficiency, finally watching the specks of dust swirl and sink into the darkness.

The interior lights flickered, and on the exterior wall of the train, unseen by anyone, a ring of golden light began from the front and quickly scanned the entire train, purifying it. At the same moment the golden light disappeared, all the interior lights were restored.

The two quietly resolved the impending danger. A flight attendant ran over and opened the compartment door, where the young man in the black t-shirt was found sprawled on the floor and quickly helped up.

The ground was very clean, and apart from Shi Jinzhe, probably only this unfortunate fellow could clearly see the true scene that Shekh had glimpsed.

The train started running again, speeding up to 300 km/h. Shi Jinzhe said, "It's best not to watch the excitement too often."

Shekh remained noncommittal, saying it depended on what kind of trouble it was, and replied, "Hopefully, this trip won't have any more unexpected incidents."

This place is very peaceful. I haven't heard of any dungeons here, and I don't see anyone discussing them on the forums. It's a very peaceful world. She and Shi Jinzhe have been to so many places, and this is the first time they've encountered this. It's best not to come here a second time.

However, things didn't turn out as Shekh had hoped.

Ten minutes later, a pregnant woman was helped by a middle-aged woman and a flight attendant to carefully enter the business class carriage.

The pregnant woman's belly was bulging high, and she looked to be about eight months along. The unexpected incident had left her looking unwell, and she was clearly frightened.

When they reached the first third of the carriage, the middle-aged woman who was helping the pregnant woman suddenly said to the train attendant, "It's too far. Can we rest here? I see there are empty seats here."

The flight attendant looked at her and politely declined, "I'm sorry, that seat is occupied. I'll take you to the front of the train to rest. Many passengers got off there at the last stop, so it's quiet and not crowded."

The middle-aged woman stopped and refused to move. "It's too much trouble. Let's just stay here. Nobody's sitting here anyway. I've been pregnant for over eight months. If something happens to me if I walk over there, can you take responsibility?"

The flight attendant explained politely, "But there are indeed people here..."

She looked to Shekh for help. Good-looking people tend to get more attention. She had walked back and forth between the carriages several times and was deeply impressed by the strikingly good-looking, clingy couple.

Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman forcefully pressed the pregnant woman down to sit in the most difficult position.

"No one is sitting here now. I'll leave when someone comes back."

Considering that the other party was six months pregnant, Shi Jinzhe didn't say anything. He turned to Shehe and said, "It seems I can only squeeze in with you."

"They're really good at going with the flow."

"It's mainly because I'm quite good at liking you."

The two were whispering to each other when it was almost six o'clock. Shi Jinzhe asked Shehe if he wanted something to eat.

"I don't have much of an appetite. Could you give me a piece of the pastry the chef made to tide me over? I can eat something better after I get off the bus."

"I'll get it for you." Shi Jinzhe stood up and took a paper bag from his seat. Inside were Chinese pastries that their family's pastry chef had baked before they left.

Chinese pastries may not have the same sweet and creamy flavor as Western pastries, but the baked aroma of noodles is just as appealing. Each item made by the chef is small, but the variety is great, so you can try a wide range of things.

Sheh ate half a bite of each, and would catch the crumbs that fell with her hand. After she finished eating the rest, he would put the rest into his own mouth.

It was still raining outside the window, but the clouds had dispersed and the rain had lessened considerably.

Shi Jinzhe speculated that if he and Shekh hadn't been there, the downpour would have only intensified until it could isolate them from the outside world.

Once the instance is created, the system will send players from other worlds to resolve the issue. At that time, all the passengers on the train will become victims of the predicament, just like the original inhabitants of the instances they have experienced.

"Sometimes I'm glad that you and I are players."

Shekh asked, puzzled, "What?"

“At least we’re better than ordinary people who are clueless and powerless to resist. We have the ability to resist and the opportunity to learn the truth. We won’t be abandoned by the system without knowing why.” Shi Jinzhe wiped the sugar crumbs from her lips and said with feeling.

Shekh snorted softly, "Wrong, you can't think like that. It's something that can sacrifice others but not itself. You should think about those who avoid disaster without having to do anything."