Turned into cargo? Zhao Jiu's heart quaked.
Wouldn't that mean there would be no protection whatsoever on the train? What kind of price for a deal was this? This was simply sending the Moon God to his death!
Even if Moon God was powerful and killed those passengers besieging him, becoming a passenger on the train once again. The Three-eyed Skeleton might not... No, he would certainly not give him the Philosopher's Stone.
He was planning to watch the Moon God struggle in agony! This was despicable.
Zhao Jiu's hand, hidden within the yellow raincoat, clenched tightly.
And she was none the wiser.
At this moment, all the passengers in Carriage Seven were attracted by the words of the Three-eyed Skeleton. They stopped their respective deals and activities, turning to look toward the corner of the carriage.
Being players, their physical condition was superior to ordinary people; even if they were not players with the main physique like Li Changhe, their hearing was keen.