Half an hour later, twenty-two bodies covered with white sheets had been added beside the train. Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiyuan finally felt the reality of death: players wouldn't face true death, but these people did not possess the same ability. For them, to die was to truly die, their souls would return to nothingness, never to open their eyes again.
"Hey, you guys come look at this!" Anthony suddenly shouted from the roof of the ninth carriage.
"Can't you be quiet at a time like this?" Qianyuan Meiko glared at him.
"Would I speak if it weren't important? Get up here!" the Russian insisted.
