After getting off the train, a bone-chilling wind whipped fine snowflakes into his face.
Looking around, Wu Heng saw that the Ghost Train had stopped in a patch of woodland this time.
Thick snow covered the ground, reaching past his ankles.
Winter here was far colder than in Xinfu City—the kind of cold where spit would freeze into ice chips before it hit the ground.
Rustle, rustle~!
Suddenly, a faint stirring came from the dead grass behind them.
Turning around, he saw seven or eight pairs of ghostly green eyes light up behind the grass. The hungry wolves bared their pale fangs as they slowly closed in.
Their fur was crusted with ice, and the heat of their breath condensed into frost around their snouts.
"Get lost! Don't cause trouble." Wu Heng waved them away.
That gesture only enraged the pack. The male wolf on the right let out a roar and pounced, but Wu Heng caught it by the throat in midair.
His fingers tightened. With a crack, he crushed its throat.
The remaining wolves lunged at him all at once.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!
Droplets formed around him, freezing into Ice Crystals as they shot out and pierced through the wolves' bodies.
Fear appeared in the eyes of the two wounded wolves as they tried to flee into the woods, but in the blink of an eye, Ice Crystals pierced them and sent them collapsing to the ground.
Wu Heng glanced at the wolf corpses, clapped his hands, and released four ghosts from his body.
The four ghosts appeared and all looked toward the wolf corpses.
"Did the train stop at a wolf den?" Granda asked.
"They probably gathered after hearing the noise over here." Wu Heng took out a coat and draped it over his shoulders.
Xiaoxiao circled