Xu Huo nodded indulgently. "There aren't many people as cheerful as you these days."
The pink-haired man leaned back on the sofa, looking pleased with himself. "This world has gone mad, and people..."
He didn't get to finish. In an instant, he vanished from his seat.
"He got off so quickly." The Player beside him muttered enviously. But less than two minutes later, people in the carriage began disappearing one after another.
"Looks like everyone's getting off here." Xu Huo gathered his things and stood up. A few seconds later, he too left the train.
His view shifted abruptly, and he suddenly went from bright light into darkness. A faint, rancid smell and dry dust were the first to assault his senses, followed by the stuffiness of stagnant air. Once his eyes had adjusted to the sudden change in light, Xu Huo carefully examined his surroundings.
He had landed in an old room with no windows. A few steps stood against the wall in one corner, leading up to a barrier made of wooden planks and metal strips. It was likely meant to cover the basement entrance, but it had been torn open, leaving long claw marks across it.
A desperate fight had taken place here. Unfortunately, the person hiding in the cellar hadn't escaped the Alien Attack and now lay dead. He still clutched a homemade long knife, its other end embedded in the throat of an Alien.
Both corpses had dried out from dehydration but were relatively well-preserved. It was clear that the Alien that had killed the man was a type of low-threat Alien, and the foul smell came from its body.
After glancing at its belly, which looked somewhat swollen compared to its shrunken body, Xu Huo sealed the room with a spatial barrier and split