Chapter 14 Finally...Here

Finally... here.

After the train pulled into the station, people on the platform began to board. Jiang Cheng and his group gathered together, choosing a carriage neither at the front nor the back.

The interior of the carriage was quite old, with wooden tables and chairs that were stained and mottled. Due to the poor lighting, they could only make out a rough impression.

Looking out the window, the platform was somewhat blurred, as if distorted by some force.

"Doctor," Fatty whispered, sticking close to Jiang Cheng, "Should we find seats?"

Most of the passengers in the carriage were sitting on the wooden chairs, with only a few standing with indifferent expressions, their eyes dull, as if they had lost their souls.

In comparison, their group standing together was indeed a bit conspicuous.

"More than just these people boarded the train just now," Jiang Cheng said.

Fatty was stunned upon hearing this. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, his expression changed as he looked at the other passengers in the carriage.

While queuing, there were at least 100 people in their carriage. But once they boarded, there were fewer than 30 people inside, excluding them.

Many seats were empty.

Where did the rest go?

Fatty's throat bobbed as a bold guess formed in his mind: those empty seats were occupied by "people," but they just couldn't see them.

Moreover, through observation, Fatty also noticed something very strange: everyone sitting on the seats was dressed in ragged clothes.

Men and women, all were thin, with dull eyes and pale complexions, as if they hadn't had a full meal in a long time.

In contrast, the standing passengers seemed much more carefree. There was someone who looked like a schoolteacher and a still charming, well-preserved noblewoman.

A young man with a mountaineering bag on his back, a popular style from a few years ago, was facing away from them.

Overall, it felt like these ragged people were the original passengers, while the others were just hitching a ride.

So they weren't assigned seats.

A few minutes later, with a whistle, the train slowly began to move. At the same time, the lights on the carriage ceiling flickered a few times.

"Hiss..."

Someone very close to them was missing half an arm, and fresh blood kept flowing down the severed limb, the blood pooling on the ground, covering the surface of their shoes.

In an instant, the once-peaceful carriage transformed into a hellish scene.

Suddenly, Huai Yi felt a hand poke him twice. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a charred figure, about 1.4 meters tall, standing behind him with its head lowered.

The figure was hunched over, looking like an old woman.

The old woman seemed to want to pass through the aisle, but Huai Yi was blocking the way.

He immediately stepped back half a step, making way.

The old woman didn't say anything, but limped forward. Only then did Huai Yi realize that the old woman was missing half of her foot.

But the next second, whether intentionally or not, the old woman swayed, as if she had lost her balance. Her right leg, missing half a foot, happened to step on Huai Yi's shoe, and then, slowly, slowly, she fell in front of Huai Yi.

At the same time, she immediately wrapped both arms around Huai Yi's leg.

After realizing what was happening, the color drained from Huai Yi's face. What was this, an attempted scam? He had just experienced one not long ago, and now this?

But this old woman was different from the last one, and Huai Yi didn't know what to do. The old woman hugged his leg and struggled violently, and the commotion quickly attracted the attention of other passengers.

Some had already turned their stiff necks to look at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Fatty, confused, widened his eyes and asked in horror, "Why are you tripping her? Do you have a death wish?"

"It wasn't me, I didn't." Huai Yi didn't know whether to help her up or not, "She fell on her own, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Quick, help her up!" Jiang Cheng said immediately.

He could already sense that the atmosphere around them was changing. The passengers around them seemed to be waking up little by little, their eyes no longer dull, faintly revealing pain and resentment.

Hearing this, Huai Yi immediately squatted down and said to the old woman with a mournful face, "Old woman, don't do this, it's not worth it for me to be scammed, I've already given away my villa with the sea view, and I still have to pay the mortgage. Please let me go, find someone else, okay?"

It seemed that Huai Yi's words had an effect. The old woman, who had been struggling violently, actually calmed down.

Huai Yi was overjoyed. It seemed that this ghost was also a kind person, not taking advantage of the poor.

But just as he reached out and grabbed the old woman's arm, preparing to pull her up, an unexpected scene occurred.

"Crack."

He actually tore off the old woman's arm.

Not only that, but half of the old woman's body fell back to the ground, and this time, her head fell off too, rolling to the side, her bloodshot eyes staring directly at Huai Yi's face.

"Holy sh*t!" Huai Yi cried out instinctively.

Not far away, some figures had already stood up. Even more terrifying, footsteps could be heard from nearby carriages, as if someone was walking this way.

Once a fight broke out, it wouldn't just be Huai Yi who died. Jiang Cheng keenly felt that he was already being watched, an unusually cold gaze fixed on him.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, squatted down, picked up the old woman's head, and then quickly walked to the window, where a piece of glass had broken, leaving a large hole.

Holding the old woman's head, Jiang Cheng said in a low voice, but with an unmistakable threat, "Now I'm giving you two options: either you continue to act, and I'll throw your head out, or you pick up your head and get the hell out of here."

Staring into her bloodshot eyes, Jiang Cheng's gaze was icy and unwavering.

After a moment, the body that had been rolling around on the ground actually stood up stiffly, then slowly walked in front of Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng kept his promise and returned her head to her.

Seeing this, Huai Yi immediately stepped forward and threw the torn-off arm into her arms, as if it were a hot potato.

"Drip, drip..."

The old woman took stiff steps, holding her head and half an arm, limping into the next carriage.

The crisis was averted, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The once-agitated carriage also calmed down again.