"Are you sure it's not for yourself? Not because of ambition and desire?"
"No." An Luan shook his head, "I must expel all those ghostly things from my body. Before that, I don't dare to go home, fearing they'll come out and harm my wife and daughter while I sleep."
Just as An Luan finished speaking, the eerie announcement sounded without warning—Wansheng station arrived. Doors will open on the left, please alight on the left.
Before the subway could come to a full stop, Ci Nian had already pushed a Priest to the door.
As the doors slowly opened, the Priest and those swaying figures got off the train. From outside, a strange horde crowded the platform, with people, animals, and various oddities unfamiliar to Gao Ming.
If this subway were compared to a living person, then the passengers boarding from the platform were like various "supplements" it consumed.
Sitting in his seat, An Luan seemed oblivious to the bizarre passengers boarding, lost in his memories.
