Mention of the Train Master evoked something in Warehouse Ghost, as if flipping open a book covered in ash, filled with tales of a distant, dust-covered past.
"When Blood Moon Town had its incident, tens of thousands of people swarmed into the station, knowing that once the train left, it would never return. Consequently, aside from the monsters' carnage, a lot of horrifying incidents of human savagery towards one another also took place!"
"Two of the trains left early, leaving only the last one behind. Just as monsters began to sprint from the village towards the station, the Train Master was hesitant to start the engine. The passengers grew anxious and kept urging him to go, but he was adamant about waiting for his mother to board."
"One thug lost his patience and pulled a gun on the Train Master. But the Train Master was resolute in his decision to wait for his mother; if she didn't arrive, he wouldn't start the train."
"Out of desperation, people took up rudimentary weapons to fend off the occasional monster that managed to make it to the train's door."
"Finally, when the Train Master's mother arrived, he immediately started the engine. But at that moment, a horrifying monster emerged from the dark mist, its tentacle wrapping around the thug. Just as he was about to be pulled out, he quickly grabbed the Train Master's mother, who was closest to the door, and offered her to the monster!"
"The monster let go of the thug and devoured the Train Master's mother right in front of him..."
Upon hearing this, Charles furrowed his brow. "Did his mother then become a ghost?"
Warehouse Ghost nodded.
"But not like any ordinary ghost you've seen. People killed by those things... they turn into ghosts without any memories or will of their own, becoming fierce ghosts hell-bent on slaughter!"
Charles: "Where is she now?"
Warehouse Ghost replied, "In the waiting room on the south side of the station... There are quite a few fierce ghosts there, and you don't have a spirit candle right now. Going there would be suicide!"
"I know what you're thinking. The Train Master's mother is his emotional tether, but she's no longer the gentle and kind old woman she once was—she's a killing machine now!"
"If you go looking for her, you're essentially seeking your own death."
Charles slowly revealed a radiant smile.
"No, I have a plan. Thank you for your help."
"Next, our plan... begins!"
Upon learning that the train station itself was the ultimate boss in this instance, Zoe experienced a subtle shift in her mindset.
At first, she was reluctant to enter the basement, but now she'd rather stay there with a terrifying ghost than go to the station.
If a ghost's strength was proportional to its size, how powerful would the Station Ghost be?
Zoe didn't dare think about it. She lacked the courage to face such a monstrous entity!
If Charles hadn't told her that she was indispensable, she would have been more than willing to just stay put.
As they left the basement, Charles handed Zoe a cart loaded with diesel fuel and said, "Give me your ghost candle."
Zoe tensed up at the request. "If I give you the ghost candle, what am I supposed to do?"
Charles responded, "This cart carries the scent left by Warehouse Ghost... and that ghost is stronger than any Ghost Security Guard. The ghosts currently wandering around the station are rather intelligent; they won't bother you."
"After you've filled the train with diesel, use this cart to barricade the door. That should keep the interior temporarily secure. You can then replace the ghost candles. Just keep one with Tony for timing—don't let them go to waste!"
Zoe hesitated, her eyes filled with caution as she looked at Charles.
"You're not going to betray me, are you?"
The previous incident where Charles had deceived Tony had left an indelible impression on her naive and pure heart.
She worried that she might be unknowingly used by Charles as well.
"How about I handle the cart and you go to the waiting room on the south side to find the Train Master's mother, who has now become a killing monster?"
Upon hearing Charles's words, Zoe shuddered and hastily handed over her ghost candle.
"You go! You're the brave one. I'm just a woman; I won't engage in such dangerous activities!"
Charles rolled his eyes.
For a normal woman, Zoe's willpower was rather strong, having dared to venture out with him for so long without causing any trouble.
After all, they were just ordinary people—lacking the extreme craziness that Charles had.
Zoe pushed the cart in the direction Charles had indicated and left. Though she couldn't see the path clearly, she figured that as long as she did as Charles said, she should be fine.
Ironically, everyone thought Charles was mentally unstable. Yet, when it came to a life-or-death situation, they all chose to trust him.
This seemingly insane man could offer a surprising sense of security!
Only when Zoe had disappeared into the darkness did Charles turn to head towards the waiting room on the south side.
The ground beneath his feet grew increasingly sticky, as if each step he took was on coagulated blood.
Charles knew that as time passed, the station was awakening. He had to hurry.
The waiting room was larger than he had anticipated.
Through the glass door, Charles saw a bizarre assemblage of hundreds of distorted ghosts. Their demeanor was incredibly volatile; some were fighting simply because they had looked at each other one second too long.
A ghost's head was sent flying, and before it even hit the ground, another creature—covered in tentacles—swallowed it whole.
In retaliation, the beheaded ghost unbuckled its pants, whipped out a blood-stained chainsaw from its underwear, and began rampaging wildly.
The room was absolute chaos—a veritable hell.
Carefully, Charles slipped through the entrance.
He skillfully evaded attacks from several ghosts, his eyes beginning to glow red as if possessing a Sharingan.
Soon, Charles found what he was looking for in a corner—a fleshy column adorned with human heads from top to bottom.
Among them was the head of the Train Master's mother!
Their necks had transformed into stretchable tentacles, which occasionally shot out to ambush other ghosts, biting them right on their butts.
"It's my turn, it's my turn!" one head shrieked in manic excitement.
"Move aside! Let me do it!"
"I haven't had enough fun!"
The dozens of heads on the flesh column were in a frenzied uproar, each clamoring for a turn. Meanwhile, Charles hid in an inconspicuous corner, avoiding notice.
These ghosts were inherently vicious and inclined to target stronger beings. Ironically, this worked in Charles's favor. He was inconspicuous enough that the ghosts lost interest; hardly any paid him any extra attention.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Charles finally found himself in the right position. He looked at the head of Train Master's mother, which was mounted on the distant flesh column, and smiled contentedly.
Though she was known as Gertrude, she had now transformed into something utterly terrifying.
Now horrifying in appearance, Gertrude seemed to sense Charles's provocative gaze. Her face turned both excited and ferocious as she lunged at him!
Anticipating their attack patterns, Charles dodged in time. Lifting his scalpel, he severed the tentacle from the flesh column.
The excruciating pain caused the faces on the flesh column to scream horribly. Due to the minor chaos damage, their wounds couldn't heal.
All the hundreds of faces on the flesh column turned in unison to glare at Charles— their eyes filled with malice, ferocity, and hatred.
However, Charles couldn't care less. He grabbed Gertrude's head and started running outside.
In an open area, Charles would have found it difficult to dodge, but here, where vicious ghosts were fighting amongst themselves, the flesh column could hardly attack him.
Frustrated, it bit wildly, only to find itself overwhelmed by countless ghosts.
Holding Gertrude's head, Charles sprinted all the way to the station entrance. The head in his hand spewed resentful threats.
"I will kill you!"
"Kill you!"
"Kill you!"
"You pathetic worm, just you wait... No, don't! Stop!"
"I was wrong! My friend, please... No!!!"
Amidst Gertrude's frantic screams, Charles urinated on her face.
As everyone knows, the yellower the urine, the more potent its killing power. And Charles hadn't drunk water all day.
He shivered once he was done.
"Still planning on killing me?"
Charles zipped up his pants, smiling warmly.
Dripping and embarrassed, Gertrude shook her head. "No more killing; do whatever you want."