Cursing furiously in his heart was already useless. Du Qifeng could only circulate his inner energy while doing his utmost to conceal his aura.
The panicked middle-aged man in his grasp, seeing that the ghostlike young man had no intention of harming him, gradually calmed down as well.
He even turned around, tears streaming down his face in excitement, and nearly threw himself into a hug!
Du Qifeng stopped him with one hand.
The college student understood very well that the man was perhaps simply overjoyed to see another human being in such a desperate situation.
But in truth, Du Qifeng had only acted because he wanted to prevent the risk of the man continuing to scream, because he could not bear to watch a living person remain in danger, and most importantly—because he could use this man as cannon fodder if necessary.
Once he had confirmed the situation, he had no intention of being overly softhearted.
Still, the bloodstained badge and newspaper the man carried caught Du Qifeng's attention.
After examining them, along with a few small things he had picked up earlier, such as discarded tickets left on the platform, Du Qifeng could roughly determine one thing—this mission world was probably set around April 1980.
Alright, the atmosphere had suddenly become very Showa—
With a touch of idle speculation, he observed the surroundings.
Before long, a strange, faint mist crept over from the distant wilderness, gradually swallowing the tracks, the tunnel, and the buildings farther away—
By now, the already dim lights on the platform finally went out completely.
Du Qifeng's eyelid twitched hard.
A Second Tier martial artist's night vision was indeed much better than an ordinary person's, but remaining under such lighting conditions was still extremely dangerous.
As the surroundings grew darker, instinctively sensing trouble, Du