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'This time, the train did not move again, yet the car door still emerged; it felt like it came on its own?'
Colin was fully focused on what lay ahead, not daring to let his guard down.
Behind the mist gate leading to the eighth train car, the dim yellow light remained, and one could faintly hear some subtle noises...
It was like someone was whispering or like the madness-inducing murmurs of a bizzare dream.
Next to Colin, 'Son of Cruelty' and others watched in that direction, their bodies stiffening, not even daring to take a deep breath for fear of startling something.
This time, compared to the previous train cars, there was an inexplicable sense of eeriness behind the eighth car.
'I always feel that whatever is on the other side is in some kind of twisted state...'
Colin narrowed his eyes; the door he could see looked relatively normal.
But in his mind, that mist gate appeared to be writhing.
