To silently commit a murder right under Mo Lin's eyes.
That's quite something.
Even Wan Foli slightly frowned.
It was apparent he was a bit surprised too.
Mo Lin looked out the window again, only to find the ghostly face was gone.
"Close the window?" a man asked.
Having learned from past mistakes, no one dared to act rashly.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, shielding himself with Dao Qi, and proactively went to close the window.
It was safe, and nothing unexpected happened.
The carriage was very quiet, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
"Did the train start by itself?
Isn't that a bit unscientific?" Mo Lin raised a doubt.
To start a train, it needs to be powered, right?
Without anyone activating it, how could the train be set in motion?
For example, if the lights at home flicker, it's either a ghost causing mischief or a short circuit in the wiring.
There is always a reason.
What about the train starting?
Something must have started the train.
