"What the hell?"

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was that old master craftsman.

He was carrying a black travel bag and sat down right next to me.

"You, aren't you that old man?!"

Old Dao also noticed the old man; he, too, hadn't expected to run into him here.

"That's quite a coincidence, senior. You're not going to Haopo Village like me, are you?"

I moved my lips, but I didn't really believe in such coincidences.

One or two things might be coincidences, but when they happen one after another, I have reason to suspect that it's deliberate.

The experienced craftsman sat down and adjusted the chair to its most comfortable position.

He simply shoved his black travel bag at his feet, and only after doing that did he slowly look at me and say, "Kid, do you want to live?"

"Yes!" I didn't hesitate and readily admitted that I wanted to live, at least not to die at this time.

"If you want to live, don't ask any questions. Also, this car isn't clean. Just sit here and don't run..."

After saying these nonsensical things, the old master went straight to bed and ignored me and Lao Dao completely.

Old Dao was terrified by the terrifying atmosphere. He had experienced too much lately, which had made him a bit neurotic.

I'm easily stressed in places that are even slightly scary.

"Wow! That old geezer!" Old Dao leaned over and muttered.

But his body was still trembling slightly. I glanced at him and it looked like Old Dao was about to pee again.

"Brother Chen, do you think this high-speed train is really haunted? It seems a bit eerie."

The train was about to depart, and half the seats in the carriage were still empty. The entire carriage was deserted and very strange.

After observing the train from all sides, I felt that it was completely deserted.

Even if there are living people, they are lifeless.

I suddenly realized that there was a pair of eyes watching us from behind, and that our every move was under their control.

"Brother Chen, can you feel it? There's something unclean in the carriage!"

Old Dao suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in my ear.

"What did you find?" I asked Lao Dao casually, staring intently at his expression.

His face turned deathly pale, as if he had discovered something terrifying: "Brother Chen, I've felt a pair of eyes watching us since just now!"

It's giving me the chills!

Old Dao's voice trembled, and his fear didn't seem feigned.

I told Lao Dao that I had the same feeling, but for now, it seems unlikely that the other side will take action against us.

"Old Dao, hold it in, this is a high-speed train, don't pee!"

I laughed and cursed.

I'm afraid this old guy will mess up at the crucial moment and pee in front of me, that would be too outrageous.

"Hehe, no, no, it's not that scary!"

Old Dao wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to appear calm.

The train started moving, and it was moving faster than I expected.

I set my alarm and planned to take a good rest in my seat. Anyway, all three seats are occupied by people I know, so I'm not worried about anyone disturbing me.

"That's right, get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, you'll be there!"

Sensing that I was also about to lean back and rest, the old master made a casual remark.

"I understand!" I replied humbly, for I still held great respect for the strong.

Although this experienced worker did some things yesterday that I couldn't understand, he did help me in the end.

I can't beat him in a fight, so I can't exactly bite him, can I?

"Hmm, good. Put this on your friend's plate as a reminder to stay in this spot until you reach your destination!"

After the old man finished speaking, he took a white object out of his travel bag and tossed it to me.

I looked closely and, damn it, it was a baby diaper.

"Anyway, this is the last time I'll remind you: no matter what happens, don't separate!"

After saying this, the old master turned his head away and ignored the two of us.

"Old Dao, you should change into this. Your identity as 'Brother Pee' is now confirmed!" I said with a strange look, tossing the diaper to Old Dao.

Old Dao's face swelled up to a liverish color as he protested, "What 'Brother Urine,' 'Brother Chen,' I was just too frustrated inside during that time! I'll endure it!"

As the high-speed train continued forward, I became increasingly aware that something was amiss.

Although the train made stops and some people got off, no one boarded that carriage again.

There were only a few people in the car.

The old master was still sleeping and didn't seem to care about me or Lao Dao at all.

Suddenly, a terrible thought popped into my mind.

There might only be three of us alive on this bus!

As for what we saw, it was either something like paper figures or an illusion.

The train began to rumble loudly, and then entered a long tunnel.

The lights inside the train flickered on and off, and then went out with a hiss.

The passengers screamed from inside the carriage, but to me, the sounds were too fake and too deliberate.

At that moment, my tattoo started to react again. Following the direction the tattoo was pointing, I looked and it seemed to be in the direction of the bathroom.

"Brother Chen, I need to go to the toilet!" Lao Dao kept squeezing his legs together, looking like he really couldn't hold it in any longer.

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