The speeding Soul Guidance Train glided steadily across the land. The scenery outside its windows became streaks of light racing backward, endless forests, towns, and plains vanishing in an instant.
The VIP carriage was especially quiet and steady, its excellent soundproofing blocking almost all the wind and rumble from outside.
The long journey was dull and tedious. Xiao Chen leaned against his soft seat, his eyes lightly closed as he rested.
Beside him, Gu Yue also rested quietly against her seat, her eyes gently shut and her posture graceful.
Not long after closing his eyes, Xiao Chen abruptly opened them. A piercing, cold glint flashed through his gaze as a sense of danger suddenly rose within him.
That sense of danger was sharp, sinister, and irritatingly familiar.
This feeling again?
Could it stop already?
He was just taking a train. Why did he run into trouble every single time?
Wasn't this the treatment Tang Wulin got? How had it become his?
Had the title of train killer fallen on him now?
Every time he took a Soul Guidance Train, Evil Soul Masters intercepted him and tried to kill him. He had to hand it to those odds.
There was no need to think further. That sinister, evil aura undoubtedly belonged to an Evil Soul Master.
These things haunted him like lingering ghosts. They truly never stopped, pestering him beyond endurance.
Just as impatience stirred in Xiao Chen's heart, Gu Yue opened her eyes beside him.
A layer of cold frost settled over her gaze. Clearly, she had also discovered the Evil Soul Master:
"Brother Chen, is it an Evil Soul Master?"
"That's right."
Xiao Chen's expression was ugly, his brows tightly furrowed and his eyes filled with impatience and disgust.
A perfectly good trip had been forcibly disrupted by these