Catastrophe Card King

The lights inside the carriage were orange, giving off a warm feeling.

Apart from a few semi-transparent black ghosts of ambiguous origin, there weren’t many other passengers in the seats.

“Whoo…whoo…whoo…”

The train started slowly, and the scenery outside the window quickly retreated.

It was a train, but it felt more like a boat cruising on a river.

While moving, the sound of surging waves could be heard.

After the train departed from the platform, the view outside the window gradually faded into darkness.

Yet, a faint luminescence came from somewhere, illuminating a vast cold water surface that seemed to have no end.

Once they left the platform, there were no landmarks. The water was crystal clear. Looking out, it seemed as if the train was floating in a void.

It gave the feeling of temporal and spatial disarray.

The werewolf’s crisis intuition made Leonard Churchill feel something was wrong with the carriage.

After boarding, he stood still.

His gaze carefully observed everything around him.

According to the Enlightenment Display, this Bazeks’ Ghost Train itself was an unknown level of catastrophe, but it was “neutral”.

That is to say, it wouldn’t actively harm humans.

But it didn’t mean it didn’t have the ability to inflict passive damage.

The “rule-based” catastrophe was like the Slit-mouthed woman they met before, it certainly had some special rules.

Once they boarded the train, they must have entered the Catastrophe Domain.

They just couldn’t detect it yet.

Seeing Leonard Churchill standing still.

Catherine Carter standing next to him didn’t move either. Elder Clinton and his grandson tactically hid behind them.

The other hunters who arrived later didn’t know the situation. Although they were frightened, they all walked into the carriage one by one.

Leonard Churchill calmly asked, “Have you noticed anything unusual?”

Catherine Carter, aware that he was asking her, gazed at the empty carriage, pondered for a moment, and said, “The passengers who boarded earlier are missing.”

Leonard Churchill’s squinted eyes acknowledged this statement, “Indeed, there’s no trace of them.”

Many people had indeed come down before.

But neither on the platform nor on the train was there any sign of them.

No living person, no corpse, no trace…

This was very strange.

But upon hearing this, Elder Clinton mumbled, “They must’ve gotten off at the station when they arrived. Or… they might be in another carriage?”

Leonard Churchill raised his eyebrows slightly upon hearing this.

It was a possibility.

But not very likely.

He didn’t say anything.

Because the current clues couldn’t support any judgment.

However, after observing for a while and not detecting any danger, the four of them also entered the carriage and took a seat in an empty spot.

They looked at the scenery outside the window, then at the semi-transparent ghost passengers…

Leonard Churchill felt something was a little strange.

But he couldn’t pinpoint what was strange.

However, before he had a chance to think more about it, the dark, misty train attendant suddenly entered the carriage just as they had settled down.

The gazes of Leonard Churchill, his companions, and the hunters instantly became serious.

The other ghost passengers acted like they were part of the background and completely ignored the human beings. But this train attendant gave people a sense of sense and intellect.

There were eleven people who boarded this time, sitting at three tables.

What was surprising was that the train attendant walked straight towards the table in the corner where Leonard Churchill and his companions were seated. The attendant’s intentions were obvious, and anyone could tell that he had an ulterior motive.

Seeing this, Leonard Churchill’s muscles began to tense up slightly.

Colin’s hand was also resting on his sword.

Even Catherine Carter’s eyes were filled with seriousness…

They were all ready for a potential fight at any time.

Only the normally cowardly, self-preserving Elder Clinton, despite watching the shadowy figure approach, showed a glint of recognisable confusion in his hazy eyes.

After a few steps, the train attendant stood beside their table.

The strong undead air was like a bone-chilling wind, causing goosebumps to appear all over Leonard Churchill and his companions.

It stood there calmly.

Then it reached into its coat and made a gesture as if pulling something out.

Leonard Churchill, hidden under the table, had already gripped his scalpel.

If anything went wrong, he would strike first.

But oddly enough, he didn’t feel any killing intent from the train attendant.

They thought the train attendant would make some harmful move, but to everyone’s surprise, he actually pulled out a huge enamel-colored teapot. What was it trying to do?

Not only were Leonard Churchill and his companions surprised, but the hunters at the other two tables were also filled with confusion.

A dozen pairs of eyes stared straight ahead.

The attendant then took out a cup, raised the teapot, and from the spout flowed a light-yellow tea with a refreshing fragrance, brimming a cup with piping hot tea.

What did this mean?

Serving tea after boarding?

That was everyone’s thought.

But it also felt somehow wrong.

They continued watching.

The train attendant pushed the teacup in front of Elder Clinton, slightly bowed his body, and then suddenly opened his mouth: “*&￥%*&…”

He muttered a sentence in an incomprehensible language.

Leonard Churchill quickly realized that this might be the ancient language from the Taren Dynasty 3000 years ago.

However, hearing these words, Elder Clinton nodded?

Did he… understand it?

Before Leonard could figure it out.

He saw Elder Clinton, who was usually extremely cautious, actually pick up the cup of water and drink it down, completely disregarding the possibility that it might be poison?!

“This…”

Leonard Churchill originally wanted to stop him.

But the thought swiftly passed, and the words were held back at the tip of his tongue.

For all of them, drinking this cup of water could be problematic..