The huge commotion sent the carriage into an uproar. Shattered glass sprayed everywhere, scattering across the floor.
"What happened? Why did the window break?"
"What just happened?"
"That was so loud! Was there an explosion? It scared me half to death!"
Everything had happened too quickly for anyone to see.
Chen Shouyi watched the mysterious young man disappear and finally let out a breath of relief. He pulled himself back in through the window and collapsed into his seat, as if utterly drained, not wanting to move a muscle.
His back felt chilly, evidently soaked with sweat.
His heart was still pounding violently.
He had escaped death by a hair.
That mysterious man was like a prehistoric Giant Beast. The terror he inspired was overwhelming.
It wasn't exactly his aura, but rather the way he looked down on all things as if they were ants, the air of someone detached from the world, playing among mortals. Ordinary lives were probably as fragile in his eyes as soap bubbles.
Even on this Earth, where the supernatural remained hidden, his terrifying physical strength was enough. If he let loose and slaughtered at will, the whole train—not just this carriage—would run with blood.
Before long, people had gathered all around Chen Shouyi's seat.
"Did you see how the window broke?" asked a middle-aged man with a slightly pudgy build.
When someone spoke to him, Chen Shouyi came back to himself. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head.
"That's strange. I saw you leaning out the window just now, so I thought you'd seen something." The middle-aged man still looked shaken. The sound had been so loud, like an explosion, that it had nearly given him a heart attack.
"Yeah, you were sitting right here. How could you not