Boom—
Boom—
Screech!
With the ear-piercing sound of brakes, the Funeral Train started to slow down, and the driver pulled the whistle once more; the train roared as it entered the station, and at that very moment, the Demonic Spirit Wooden Box in Marvin's arms suddenly began to vibrate violently.
Marvin was startled, and subconsciously touched the Demonic Spirit Wooden Box in his arms. It had never malfunctioned in all this time, and this occasion was no exception.
There was indeed a fluctuation of magic power on the train, but the source of it was not from Kovalev and the others.
"Daddy,"
Yuniya, who had been dozing off, opened her eyes and looked towards the train easing into the station, "There's a supernatural being on the train."
"Damn it..."
No matter how much Marvin had calculated, he had never expected a supernatural being to be aboard the Funeral Train!
His attention had been entirely focused on the Demon Hunters patrolling the platform!
