The journey afterward was peaceful. No one suddenly set off firecrackers on the roof, nor did any masked toughs appear to seize people.
But what had happened before dawn that day still spread through the train. More than half the passengers knew their train was haunted. Someone had seen a ghastly pale shadow drift past the windows in the dim light before sunrise.
Under the deliberate guidance of Zhang Muqing and the others after they blended back into the crowd, the strange sounds people had heard on the roof were also attributed to the same sort of haunting as marbles rolling across the ceiling.
After obtaining the medicine, Huo Yuanhong did not remain idle. That carriage from before had been exceedingly strange. He had clearly felt a sudden warning in his heart, yet whether he inspected the hidden compartments or observed the students' and teachers' eyes, he could find nothing unusual.
In particular, the discovery Zhang Muqing had made while checking the carriage had piqued his interest.
"Sir, there's something off about an old man in that carriage. He has a Western Firearm tucked inside his clothes, but from the way he looks, he really is just an ordinary bookworm. There's no Killing Intent in his eyes. He doesn't look like someone bold enough to carry a gun, yet he carries one without the slightest concern. That's the greatest inconsistency."
Zhang Muqing said quietly.
"Make arrangements for me to move there at the next stop."
Huo Yuanhong said.
"Understood."
Without needing any further explanation, Zhang Muqing grasped his meaning and went to make preparations.
When the train stopped at the next station, Huo Yuanhong got off and changed into a fashionable new outfit. In the bag he carried was a large-caliber Western Firearm and several grenades. With his ticket in