Chapter 16 Strange Fog

Hearing this, Luo He warily looked around at the surrounding mist. The fog was so thick it was like water; when he pushed it with his hand, it actually rippled. "We haven't gone anywhere. We're still in the room. It's just that you can't see it."

Pan Du's eyes paused. "Is this the ghost's ability?"

Luo He nodded and lowered his voice, saying, "You've been blinded by the ghost. If I hadn't noticed something was wrong with the mist outside, you'd already be dead."

When they came in, they had been blinded by a ghost that had slipped in, and they couldn't find their way out of the tunnel no matter what.

Later, according to Luo He, it was Na Ruohu.

But Pan Du understood that the real Na Ruohu had long since died in a supernatural event.

The thing following them was just a ghost wearing Na Ruohu's shell.

"Brother Luo," Pan Du said cautiously, "I walked very far in the mist just now, and in a straight line. I didn't bump into any houses or walls. I suspect this isn't Feng Manor anymore."

"At least not the Feng Manor we were in before."

Pan Du seemed very nervous. That disappearing figure had never reappeared, giving him a very bad feeling.

The surrounding mist looked eerie. Pan Du even guessed that the mist could connect two different worlds. Whether they could survive depended entirely on whether they could get out of this fog.

The suddenly appearing Luo He was very calm. He was still holding the black-covered book in his hand, looking like a missionary.

He didn't move, just stood there, seemingly waiting.

But what he was waiting for, Pan Du didn't dare ask. He had already tried it just now; he couldn't get out on his own.

If Luo He hadn't appeared, he would have been killed by that figure running backward.

"Listen," Luo He said, "do you hear anything?"

Hearing this, Pan Du stopped moving and became quiet. Slowly, a strange sound entered his ears.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very recognizable.

It was... the sound of a train starting!

He immediately raised his head and looked in one direction. As the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, Pan Du realized that a train was coming towards them in the mist.

"It's a train!" Pan Du said. "The train is coming!"

Almost at the same time, Pan Du confirmed one thing: they couldn't get out of this mist. The only way to break the situation was to board this train.

There might be dangers on the train, but at this moment they had no choice. Staying in the mist might allow them to live a little longer, but the end result would definitely be death.

That figure running away from him had left him with a psychological shadow.

The rhythm was getting slower and slower. They could feel the train stopping. After judging the general direction, Luo He immediately walked towards it.

"Wait for me, Brother Luo." Pan Du followed closely behind Luo He. If they got separated in the mist, they wouldn't know when they would meet again.

After walking for a few minutes, suddenly, the mist in front of them thinned out. Immediately afterward, an old, black iron train appeared before them.

The moment he saw the train, Pan Du recognized it as the one that had brought them here!

The Mayflower!

But at this moment, the Mayflower was parked in front of them, the doors open, and there was no sound at all, as silent as death.

Through the windows, they could barely see that the inside of the car was empty.

No passengers, it was an empty train.

When he first heard that a train was coming, Pan Du was happy, but now that he was in front of the train, he began to hesitate again. After all, this train was too strange.

He saw out of the corner of his eye that Luo He was standing in front of the door, had already raised his leg, and was about to get on the train. "Wait a minute!" Pan Du exclaimed.

Hearing this, Luo He stared at him with a strange look and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

Pan Du trotted over. From his position, the inside of the car was gray, as if there was a filter with a sense of age.

He carefully swallowed and looked at Luo He, whispering, "Brother Luo, I feel like this train is strange."

"I also know it's strange, but the way out is on it," Luo He said. "If we miss this train, I don't know how much longer we can survive in the mist."

Following Luo He's gaze, Pan Du suddenly realized that the surrounding mist was more than twice as thick as before. Slowly, even Luo He's face in front of him was becoming blurred.

Suddenly, the train started without warning.

Luo He glanced at Pan Du and said, "I choose to get on the train, you do as you please," and jumped on the train.

Pan Du ran a few steps, finally hardened his heart, and jumped on the train as well.

After the two got on the train, the doors immediately closed. At the same time, the lights in the train car slowly came on.

The dim yellow light came on, dispelling the gray mist in the car. The next second, Pan Du's pupils shrank sharply, and even his breathing stopped.

The car was densely packed with people.

And what was even more strange was that everyone had their backs to him.

But this was impossible! Because some of the seats were facing him. He forced himself to concentrate, and finally, he saw a terrifying scene.

Those who were sitting in seats facing him had their legs placed normally, their toes pointing at him, but their upper bodies were twisted 180 degrees, leaving him with only a strange back view.

He subconsciously reached out to grab Luo He next to him, but unexpectedly, he grabbed nothing.

Luo He had disappeared.

How could this be?

Just now he was still...

Not giving him time to think, he stood between two train cars. Suddenly, the light above his head seemed to have poor contact and flickered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something move in the car, but when he looked up, the car was the same as before.

Everyone had their backs to him. The only thing that made him feel slightly relieved was that no one had noticed him yet.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the light above his head flickered again. The next second, Pan Du's face turned pale.

He didn't see anyone move, but his distance from the passengers was strangely closer.

It was as if they had all taken a step towards him when he wasn't paying attention.

In a completely incomprehensible way.

The lights flickered faster and faster, like a phone turning on the flash for continuous shooting. Pan Du endured the swelling pain in his eyes and didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Every time the light came back on, the passengers would be closer to him.

At first, the closest passenger was 5 meters away from him, but now, it was only 2 meters...

He could even see a viscous, oil-like liquid dripping from the other person's chin, and a stench was coming.

Almost instantly, the other person appeared in front of him.

The lights in the car went out again.

"Ah! Aaaah!"

Pan Du's psychological defense collapsed in an instant. He ran backward without looking back, his mind blank.

In a panic, he didn't know how long he ran. Finally, he bumped into a door. As he pushed the door open, he immediately turned around and closed it, then held it shut with his body.