Drip, drip, drip~
Amidst the pale long whistle, the train began to slow, and the dense fog outside the window thinned out during this process, predicting that something would vaguely be visible within a few minutes...
The people inside the carriage had experienced a few stops before and were familiar with the subsequent procedures.
During this process, no unexpected incidents would usually occur. The only concern was the kind of world where the train would come to a stop.
Colin and the others did not dare to be careless, holding their breath and focusing, making preparations.
Even Luo Yiming, who had ridden the "Mist Train" many times, was the same. Although the anomalies usually did not board the train, the power seeping from some dangerous places could even kill them through the carriage walls.
In the silent wait, the speed of the train's wheels rolled slower and slower, revealing the image of a dim world before their eyes.
