The carriage was pitch-black, and the iron cage's bars were as cold as blades.
No one noticed that, in this cramped, dark space, an "old monster" was giving a little girl a smile full of ill intent.
What surprised Yang Yong was that, when his voice suddenly reached the little girl's ears...
She did not scream like an ordinary little girl, nor did she tremble with fear.
She remained motionless against the iron cage, as though she were still pretending to be asleep or unconscious.
Only her faintly trembling eyelashes betrayed her.
Yang Yong thought this little girl was far more mature than others her age.
It was not that she was unafraid. She had suppressed her fear.
Many adults could not manage that level of emotional control.
In the Apocalypse, that mattered more than anything else.
After asking that probing question, Yang Yong said nothing more.
Like an experienced angler, he stopped tugging the line once he had cast the bait, waiting for the fish beneath the surface to bite on its own.
He knew that, in an environment like this, whoever spoke first would lose the psychological advantage.
And this little girl would give in sooner or later.
Sure enough.
In the end, Long Ya spoke first.
Her voice was very soft, as though she feared the people outside the carriage might hear.
Her lips barely moved, with only a breathy whisper escaping between her teeth. "Are you human or a ghost?"
She could not tell where Yang Yong's voice came from.
It appeared directly in her head, as though it had grown out of the depths of her own consciousness, with no discernible direction or distance.
"Would you rather I were human or a ghost?" There was a hint of amusement in Yang Yong's voice.
"Does it