In the darkness, Xu Shuo's face was expressionless, "Who knows."
They hadn't detected any hint of the train derailing; the train had simply veered off the tracks and plunged toward the bridge below while it was moving.
Everything was as fluid as flowing water, with not the slightest prelude.
The only exception was the little girl. If this was an image from the past, then she must have also been on the train at that time.
But because it was something that happened in the past, they couldn't determine what was real.
These were questions that currently had no answers.
As the two of them were talking, a strange creature crawled out of the compartment, its broken flesh and blood seeming like pieces stitched together, dripping with a thick, dark red fluid. The split-open mouth occupied half of its face, its smile both fierce and uncanny!
It reached out an arm; the skin was pale blue-gray, yet it was smeared with a tar-like black stickiness.