After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the two children, perhaps exhausted, both fell asleep.
As for Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, they had mainly drunk themselves unconscious on spirit wine.
"Brother Ming, that Evil Soul Master seemed to have been controlled by drugs, and his soul had already been shredded to pieces. It was somewhat like the methods of that Blood Demon Curse-Killing." Ya Li spoke softly.
"Was it deliberate, then? Why did he happen to appear on the train Yun Mu and the others were on?" Zhuo Shi's gaze immediately sharpened as he asked.
"It wasn't deliberate. If I'm not mistaken, he was deployed at random," Ya Li said. "The two children could only be considered unlucky, but not entirely so. After all, Brother Ming was accompanying them this time."
"I heard that kid Yun Mu muttering before that whenever Tang Wulin got on a train, the train was bound to explode. At first, I thought he was talking nonsense," Zhuo Shi said. "Who would have thought even the strongest person in the world couldn't suppress that bad luck?"
Yun Mu was asleep on the table, but his mind was actually perfectly clear.
He deliberately rolled off the table, and Yun Ming caught him instinctively. His head came to rest against Yun Ming's shoulder.
Suddenly, Yun Ming heard Yun Mu's voice, as soft as sleep-talk and carrying a trace of barely perceptible conflict. "Master... Master..."
Yun Ming paused. Just as he was about to call out to him, he heard Yun Mu murmur in a voice that nearly dissolved into the air, "If one day... I came into conflict with my ancestors... who would Master help?"
Though his voice was quiet, to a room full of Title Douluo, it was equivalent to speaking directly into their ears.