Each With Their Own Agenda

Eleven at night.

Led by the Hungry Ghost King's messenger, Chen Feng, Brother Dao, and A Fei pushed through the bustling crowd and boarded Subway Line Eight.

According to Brother Dao, the Four Heavenly Kings gave off too much sinister energy. If they stayed in the city, nothing would grow for miles around. To avoid affecting the real world, they all lived in the Otherworld.

A Fei looked confused. "The Otherworld?"

Brother Dao explained, "Simply put, it's where ghosts live. Think of it as the Netherworld or the Underworld, bro."

A Fei's face lit up. "Now I get it."

The Ghost Subway connected the Otherworld to reality, and riding it was the only way to reach each Heavenly King's home.

Starting at six in the evening, when the sun set, the Ghost Train changed destinations every two hours until six in the morning, when the sun rose.

The Hungry Ghost King ranked third, so his slot ran from eleven to midnight.

They boarded.

Chen Feng glanced around. There were five unlucky living people aboard.

Once they reached the Netherworld, they certainly wouldn't be coming back.

With a thought, Chen Feng made up an excuse to get them off the train. "Those people are too noisy. A Fei, go scare them away."

"Okay."

A Fei walked up to the five, ready to reveal his form and show them the gruesome state he had been in when he burned to death.

But just then, a grating voice like a saw cutting through wood rang out. "Don't. If they leave, what are we supposed to eat?"

As the words fell, sores broke out across the five people's skin. Their bodies rotted, and they collapsed with a thud. One look made it clear they were already dead.

*Someone killed them right in front of