The night was as dark as ink, and the huge train seemed to be completely devoured by the darkness, silently resting on the rail tracks in the wilderness.
Inside the hollow carriage, although the interior lights were on, they seemed to be obscured by some sort of black curtain, and the narrow train corridor was cast in a bizarre and gloomy darkness.
It was as if the entire world had dimmed.
Lin Xian stood rooted to the spot, his gaze frozen in shock. At this moment, the only sound he seemed capable of hearing was his own heartbeat.
Everyone had disappeared.
A chilling sensation surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Lin Xian's eyes slowly moved, surveying his surroundings, as he dared not make a single move.
The three people who were just behind him seemed to have vanished into thin air. His gaze swept toward the distant cockpit, and the corridor was pitch-black.