Deep underground, where daylight never reached, the tracks of countless lives twisted and tangled into a living thing that could never be unraveled. It was like the heart of the entire city's hatred, beating and contracting, splattering out more black fog.
Compared with the other trains leading here, the "Blood-Red Train" behind An Luan stood out starkly. He had killed too many people, eaten too many people, and hurt too many people.
Whether intentionally or not, with his Master at the Martial Arts Hall "helping" him, he had spent his entire life plundering lives and other people's happiness. All that karmic debt had wound itself around him.
"Daddy, is this our new home?" Little Girl asked again. An Luan, who had long since become a monster, stood dazed on the platform, staring at everything in the darkness.
He had chosen his wife and stepped off through the right-hand door, only to end up in a place this filthy and ugly.
The tracks assimilated by the darkness were like the tentacles of a deep-sea beast. They coiled around An Luan's body, dragging both him and the "Blood-Red Train" behind him deeper into the darkness.
"I think I'm remembering something." An Luan's "enormous" body slid toward that twisted living thing. More and more tracks of human lives wound around him, greedily siphoning off the pain of his life.
Hatred showed on face after face. It was not the darkness those people hated, but An Luan.
An Luan bore the karmic debt, while the ghost creatures in the darkness stole the power within that hatred.
Within minutes, An Luan's body began to merge with the living thing in the darkness. His wife took his hand and hugged him tightly from the side, seemingly ready to face their final end together. But this time,