Inside the luxurious compartment, Tang Wulin and the others soon drifted off to sleep, exhausted by days of cultivation and travel. Na'er lay on the bed, breathing evenly, while Gu Yue and Wang Qiu'er rested with their eyes closed. Even Tang Wutong had settled against the sofa for a nap.
However, just as the train entered a desolate stretch of mountains, a sudden, violent jolt startled Tang Wulin awake.
"What happened?" Tang Wulin abruptly sat up in bed, his brows knitted tightly. His first thought was: Could this be another Evil Soul Master attack?
He quickly surveyed his surroundings and found Gu Yue and the others still asleep. Clearly, the shock had not fully penetrated this VIP compartment with its advanced soundproofing and suspension systems. Not daring to delay, Tang Wulin got up quietly, afraid of waking them, then pushed open the door and rushed out.
The corridor lights flickered, lending everything an unsettling air. Tang Wulin had barely taken a few steps when the train's announcement system suddenly blared, the voice brimming with madness and brutality:
"Mo Lan! Listen carefully! Come to Carriage Nine immediately! Otherwise, I'll erase this entire train from the face of the world!"
Tang Wulin's heart sank. Sister Mo Lan!
He had no time to think. With the wind at his heels, he sprinted toward Carriage Nine at full speed. Along the way, he saw passengers cowering in their compartments in panic, while the train attendants looked equally terrified.
Soon, Tang Wulin reached the connecting passage to Carriage Nine. The tension here was suffocating.
Inside the carriage, a man with ashen skin and a chilling aura had Mo Lan by the throat, holding her in midair. Her face was flushed crimson and her feet dangled above the floor, yet she kept her teeth clenched, refusing