"Enough with the nonsense! If you don't want to be obliterated, get out of here quickly!"
Faced with the true form of the ghost, Wang Zhifan had no interest in conversing with it. In an instant, a wildly designed dragon blade appeared in his hand; exuding a murderous aura, he guarded the door of the train.
"He... his... tongue... how..."
The student boy standing not far from the ghost finally reacted. His face turned pale, and his voice trembled with fear as he pointed at the startling figure of the man in a suit beside him, trying to run away but seemingly unable to move his wobbly legs.
"Heh~ hehehe~"
Then, the black-faced man in a suit suddenly let out a creepy woman's laugh, and the slender tongue from his mouth fiercely shot towards Wang Zhifan, who was guarding the train door!
