Under the dim night light, passengers crowded together anxiously, listening to the layers of zombie howls outside, each crash heavier than the last. Some were already regretting boarding this train.
The smell of sweat, blood, and the stench of decay wafting in through the shattered windows mixed into a putrid abyss.
And those pairs of scarlet eyes were the demons coming to drag them away.
"Buzz..."
The carriage suddenly brightened up.
A group of people walked over from the far end, the young man at the front always had a faint smile on his face, like Dante walking through hell.
Calmly and indifferently, he observed everything around him.
"Snap!"
Su Huan snapped his fingers and smiled, "I am the conductor of the armed train. You can call me Su Huan, or privately just call me by my last name. I don't want to say much now; in three days, you'll find that boarding the armed train was the best decision of your life."
"Rest well; the road ahead is still long."
