After I came to the station, after many inquiries, I finally got the information about the "Huang Ancestral Temple" mentioned in the envelope.

As I guessed at the beginning, it was indeed a Taoist temple, and it had a very long history.

The temple is located on the Shaohua Mountain in Shaanxi Province, and it is said that during the turbulent era a few decades ago, the Taoist temple not only took in a large number of refugees.

There were even many Taoist priests who went down the mountain to resist the Japanese and never came back.

At this time, he was carrying a huge travel bag and shuttling through the crowd at the station, as if he was a busy returnee.

In order to get to Shaohua Mountain faster, I decided to take a train from Xiangxi Station, which can also greatly shorten the journey.

The crowd was crowded, and in his backpack was not only some daily necessities that Suchak had left in the cabin, but also a disassembled pistol.

I always feel that this thing may come in handy when I am in danger, but I can't help but be a little apprehensive when I go through the security check.

And what puzzled me the most was that the female conductor in front of me seemed to secretly glance at me a few times when she lowered her head to fill in the information.

It's a weird feeling, and it makes me feel very uncomfortable.

When I looked up, she suddenly hid her gaze and expertly handed over a ticket as if nothing had happened.

At first, I didn't pay attention to it, until I got on the train, and I felt that something was not quite right.

The cold eyes of the female conductor seemed to be looking at a dead person, and there was no emotion in her eyes, but she tried to hide it after I found out.

"Maybe I've been a little too sensitive lately."

Leaning on the seat of the carriage and closing his eyes, the exhausted thoughts in his mind couldn't help but comfort himself, maybe he was really too nervous.

I used to take advantage of the long journey to get a good night's sleep, but when I close my eyes, I can always recall the scenes that happened in the deep mountains of Xiangxi.

It echoed in front of me like a needle, and I couldn't sleep.

It wasn't until later in the night that I suddenly woke up from a nightmare in which I met a mysterious man in a black robe, who hid his whole body under his clothes.

Holding a small notebook with the code of the message in my hand, I suddenly realized that the mysterious letter that Qinglong had received before seemed to be arranged by relying on the codebook in the hand of the black-robed man in front of me.

Could it be that the person in front of him is the mysterious person who guided him to the Huang Ancestral Temple, but why did he do this.

What's even more bizarre is how he knows all the things that happened before.

Until I suddenly took advantage of it and lifted the face hidden in my clothes, and in an instant, the pores contracted sharply, and cold sweat flowed all over my body.

Because what is hidden under the black robe is not an ordinary person's face, but a face full of eyes.

Normal people only have one pair of eyes, but the person in front of him actually has four eyes, neatly arranged at both ends of his forehead, revealing unprecedented horror and weirdness.

I woke up from a nightmare, and it always seemed like something unusual, until I was suddenly plunged into darkness before my eyes.

The train seemed to enter a culvert as it moved, and the darkness of the light completely blocked out the only moonlight that shrouded in the night.

My heart suddenly tightened, and I always felt an indescribable weirdness when I looked at the passengers in the carriage in front of me.

Until sitting opposite him, the unfamiliar face in the coat fell down with the violent shaking of the train, and it was actually a paper figure wrapped in clothes that fell to the ground.

This scene frightened me a lot, the paper man's pale face was bloodless, and the face outlined by the black pen revealed a strange smile, as if he was sneering at me.

I left my seat in fright, only to find that the seats in the carriage were full of strangers dressed like the ones I had just dressed for.

They all wore black coats and bowed their heads in silence, but as the train moved out of the culvert little by little, the bright moonlight shrouded the carriage again.

The scene I had seen before seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and many people around me sat in their original positions and fell asleep, as if they had just entered the culvert.

I felt a little strange more and more, and I always felt that the faces of these people seemed to be a little familiar, but I couldn't remember them.

Until the tip of the nose suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, this lingering aroma came from the toilet at the end of the carriage, and there were even strange noises from inside from time to time.

I couldn't control my curiosity more and more, and I walked over a little bit, but I didn't expect that there was nothing inside when I opened the toilet door.

I was shocked into a cold sweat, and the moment I opened the door, I clearly heard movement in the door, and the fragrance I smelled was wafting from the toilet.

For a moment, I couldn't even believe my eyes, could it be that there was something wrong with the previous scent, something that had caused me to hallucinate, so that I could not observe the real scene in the carriage.

I was suddenly taken aback by my own thoughts, if there was such a possibility, then I must have been quietly tricked.

Recalling the eyes that the conductor had looked at him before, he instantly aroused a bold speculation in his heart, could it be that those mysterious men in black had chased here?

Or is it that the train is already full of their people?

I felt more and more terrified that these people were as pervasive as a liquid that had penetrated the crowd and boarded the train with the crowd.

After realizing this, I suddenly remembered how to use children's urine to ward off evil spirits, and for the sake of my life, I simply wiped my face with urine.

The pungent smell instantly dispelled the scent that had just been smelled.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing by the toilet door, and the carriage was empty.

Looking through the crack in the door, I saw a pool of blood and a disgusting smell of internal organs flowing from under the toilet door.

I twisted the iron handle of the toilet door so hard that it felt as if something was stuck inside and couldn't be opened anyway.

Recalling the scene of people in the carriage and the strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose, he even ventured to speculate that the cramped toilet must have been filled with the remains of the passengers' corpses at this time.

At the thought of this, I couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, and ran back desperately along the route I had come before, but before I could run two or three steps, the sound of the toilet door quietly opening behind me came from behind me.

Many objects with a pungent smell of blood rolled out of the crowded toilet door, and I didn't even dare to look back.

What I didn't expect was that when I struggled to run to the driver's cab of the train, I was instantly stunned by the sight in front of me.

The driver's limbs and blood were splattered everywhere, and there were even intestines and disgusting internal organs hanging from the windows.

At this moment, I finally couldn't help but vomit, and there was only one thought left in my mind, that is, to run quickly.

At this moment, the train has stopped outside a mountain tunnel leading to Shaanxi, and the moonlight overhead shrouds the incomparably bloody and terrifying scene in the carriage.

I struggled to find the key hanging from the flight attendant's waist, and by this time he was only left with his waist and hips, and the rest of the place had already been mixed with the corpse.

When I came to the door, I couldn't help but hold my breath and just wanted to open the car door, but suddenly I felt a strong palm behind me covering my mouth.