153: Chapter 153: The Train That Never Stops (Part 22)

Before the passenger's unwillingness could even register, their entire body instantly turned into a mist of blood, leaving no room for any reprieve.

This couldn't help but make Qian Ye recall that previous time.

Those who were desperate to board the train knew that if they couldn't get on, they would lose their chance at life!

It was still continuing.

Qian Ye no longer had the heart to continue watching.

Her heart was exceptionally restless at this moment.

Upon returning to the train, she saw Cang Bei sitting there obediently. When he saw Qian Ye return, his eyes lit up.

"Xiao Ye, you're back."

"Yeah."

Qian Ye responded dismissively.

"When will the train start?"

Qian Ye looked down at the flower pot in her arms. At this moment, it still only had tender leaves, and not even a flower bud had opened yet.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The spider lily clearly sensed that the aura around Qian Ye was chaotic right now.

"It's nothing, just suddenly feeling very annoyed."

Qian Ye muttered.

She truly hated this feeling.

The spider lily swayed its body, resting its leaves on her hand to comfort her.

"I'm fine."

Qian Ye pinched its leaves.

She just wanted to end this quickly now.

This time, when the passengers returned to the carriage, Qian Ye did not stop them again and let them in.

Once all the passengers had entered, the train began to move slowly.

The familiar darkness struck. This time, Qian Ye was fully prepared.

She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her.

When she opened her eyes again, it was that familiar scene.

The familiar fog.

This time, Qian Ye felt that the fog here was even thicker; when she reached out her arm, she couldn't even see her own fingertips.

This time, for a rare change, there was no one by her side.

Cang Bei had disappeared again.

Qian Ye poked the little flower in her arms.

"Little flower, can you absorb this fog?"

"Does it contain any nutrients?"

"I will try."

After the spider lily said this, a pale red light radiated from its body, and the surrounding fog began to draw closer to it bit by bit.

I don't know how much time passed, but before her eyes, everything became clear; the fog had all been completely absorbed by the spider lily.

"Ooh, Master, Master, what a pleasant surprise."

"Although the energy in these tiny bits of fog is very small, there is quite a lot of nourishment here, given how vast it is."

The spider lily swayed its body. "Look, its little flower bud has finally appeared."

Seeing the little flower bud on its top, a smile blossomed on the corners of Qian Ye's mouth.

"Ooh, things will be easier from here on out."

After saying this, she carried the flower pot and continued to walk inside.

This time, she was voluntarily entering that withered forest filled with coffins.

Looking at the coffins hanging everywhere, Qian Ye no longer had her usual smile; her face was full of seriousness.

Qian Ye tried hard to find the place that had appeared before.

She didn't know how long she had walked or how many graves she had stared at, but finally...

The sound of crows cawing came from all around again.

This time, the cries were even more shrill.

Qian Ye looked down at the withered branches under her feet. The next second, she lifted her foot high and stomped down hard.

With a "crack," the sound of the withered branch breaking rang out.

Instantly,

"Caw, caw, caw..."

"..." A dense, shrill cacophony erupted all around.

Before long, a black mass of them appeared before Qian Ye.

Qian Ye gathered a ball of red light in her hand and attacked the lead crow opposite her.

Instantly,

The crow was surrounded by the red light.

At this moment, there was no hint of playfulness on Qian Ye's face.

Only endless killing intent.

She hadn't expected that these crows were actually trapped here.

These crows had clearly been treated by Qian Ye before, yet now, the crows in front of her had empty, hollow eye sockets.

Around them, the black mist had become even deeper.

The even more shrill cries were because their souls were suffering even more with every cycle.