The tightly shut train doors slowly opened, revealing a crude platform overrun with weeds.
This was somewhere in the Yin-Yang Interstice, a stop that seemed accessible only aboard that train.
Gao Ming glanced out the window. He could sense the nightmare Dragon Centipede, but his eyes could not see it. All the various "supernatural entities" had vanished from sight as well.
"Is the Paper Person Mask a ticket? Only people carrying a mask can find this place?" Gao Ming looked at the paper-crafted eyeball in his palm. The Endless Mortal Worlds, the shallow dream, and the middle dream were all Fate's territory. Only parts of the Yin-Yang Interstice and the deep dream lay beyond Fate's complete control. The force behind this Paper Person Mask not only spanned multiple mortal worlds, but had also built an enormous network right under Fate's nose. Some "supernatural entities" seemed to have become their helpers, too—this bizarre train, for instance.
He felt a repelling force. The train seemed to want to kick Gao Ming off; the corpses of his past deaths were already on the verge of causing problems in the carriages behind him.
"There probably isn't much danger."
He stepped off the train and onto the platform. By the time Gao Ming looked back, the train had started up again and was heading into the darkness.
The train discarded everything in its carriages that had anything to do with him, whether his past or his corpses. Gao Ming seemed to be a harmful "poison" to these "supernatural entities."
What really went too far was that, after the train departed, Gao Ming discovered it had also discarded the seat he had sat on and the handrails he had touched, dumping them on the tracks outside the platform.
If the carriages could have been uncoupled, Gao