Today is already the 29th day of the last lunar month. Tomorrow is the New Year Eve. The train station is packed with passengers, both from those coming back from out of town or those leaving Citong to their own homes.
Had it not been for Xiang Kun calculating his journeys and plans according to his blood-drinking period and buying the train tickets in advance, it would have been impossible to get tickets now.
In fact, he had just flown back from Jianzhou City to his residence the day before yesterday. By right, he could have gone directly back to Citong City for the New Year at this point. There was no need for him to fly back like Tang Baona and Zhang Qian.
But for Xiang Kun, within a short period, the safest place for him to drink blood is still the house that he bought.
