"Just a moment, I'll be right there."
Lu Bu'er removed her headphones and quickened her pace.
"Mmm... got it."
Yuan Qing washed her hands in the sink, flanked by charred corpses. She wasn't adept at fighting in confined spaces, especially when there were civilians nearby.
To avoid harming the innocent, her combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
But given her competitive nature, she would definitely not ask for help.
Only Lu Bu'er, considerate as always, knew to help her deal with the riff-raff.
Thinking of this, she slightly curved her rosy lips upward.
She felt a bit happy.
However, she soon huffed with annoyance when she remembered that guy and that nun from the Sacrificial Temple had seemingly become official lovers. It irked her somewhat.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, she heard a peculiar sound.
Thick flesh spread across the walls of the train compartment, obscuring the clear windows, swallowing the ceiling lights, and writhing like a living thing, suffocating to behold.
