"Could it really be those disaster victims returning to claim the lives of the Feng family?" Pan Du frowned, seemingly aware that there was something wrong with this conjecture, but he couldn't pinpoint the issue.

"No," Jiang Cheng shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Raising his head, Jiang Cheng looked out the window. The window was open, and cold wind was constantly pouring into the room. "The order is wrong." Jiang Cheng said, "Notice the faces of the Feng family members. They are the same as the disaster victims who died in the last carriage of the train."

His calm tone dispelled the inexplicable fear permeating the surroundings. Everyone nodded; he was right. The ghost that killed the disaster victims on the train and the ghost that killed the Feng family were the same.

This naturally ruled out the conjecture that the disaster victims had turned into ghosts and returned to seek revenge on the Feng family.

After a moment of silence, Chen Qiang said, "In that case, the existence of that strange train is also the work of this ghost."

If the May 5th train was compared to a prison, then the disaster victim ghosts on it were the prisoners.

They sat on this train day after day, never able to escape.

It sounded quite pitiful.

They had just arrived in this world and had very few clues. Further discussion would be meaningless, so they decided to retire to their rooms to rest.

For safety's sake, after discussion, everyone decided to sleep on the first floor.

Three teams, all veteran players of instance dungeons, possessed basic vigilance.

Knowing that what could take lives in a nightmare was never just ghosts, and that teammates couldn't be completely trusted, no one suggested sleeping together in the hall.

Instead, they separated and chose their own rooms.

Luo He and Fu Fu naturally walked to a door in the corner. There were only two of them, and their room was the most remote.

After watching Luo He and Fu Fu disappear, Zhao Xingguo withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice to Jiang Cheng and the others, "Be vigilant tonight, and the Night Watchmen..." He paused, "Aren't necessarily reliable either."

"The Night Watchmen aren't reliable, so you are?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

"Brother Jiang, the water here is deeper than you think." Zhao Xingguo's face became strange, as if hesitating whether to say something or not.

But after a moment, he finally spoke, his voice so low that one had to listen carefully to hear, "I suspect there are some strange things in that door, and the Night Watchmen are very interested in them."

"If we really touch some secrets we shouldn't know, do you think they'll let us ordinary people go?" Zhao Xingguo stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes.

"What, they dare kill us to silence us?" Fatty widened his eyes, which didn't fit his image of the Night Watchmen.

Although he had been kidnapped by the Night Watchmen before, he had not been tortured. The other party only asked him about Jiang Cheng's information and then released him.

Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, Zhao Xingguo didn't say anything more, just cupped his hands, and then took Pan Du and Linghu Yong to another room.

But unnoticed, Lin Wan'er, who had remained silent all along, suddenly raised her head, her eyes scanning the backs of the three departing figures, seemingly looking for something.

Finally, she stopped behind Pan Du.

The next second, Pan Du walked into the room and turned to close the door.

"I said, it's just us now." A weak voice came, and you could tell from the tone that it was Pi Ruan.

"Doctor, let's sleep together, we can take care of each other." Fatty naturally asked Jiang Cheng.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng looked to the other side and checked, "We'll choose these two rooms here," he pointed with his finger.

Following the direction of his finger, there were two rooms next to each other.

"Putting everyone in one room, six people, we won't be able to maneuver at all if something happens." Jiang Cheng's eyes swept over everyone, "Fatty, you're with me, Boss Lin in one room, and the rest in the other."

Hearing this, Pi Ruan first looked at Huai Yi, and then at Chen Qiang. Neither of them seemed to have any objections, but Pi Ruan weakly raised his hand, "Doctor Jiang, I have an objection."

"Objections reserved, talk about it tomorrow." After saying that, Jiang Cheng had already walked to the door of the room, opened the door, and walked in first after not noticing anything.

Fatty also trotted in, followed by Lin Wan'er.

As the teams each entered their own rooms, the large hall fell silent. Soon after, night fell.

It started to rain outside, and the raindrops hit the windows, making a da-da sound. It wasn't loud, and listening to it for a long time even made people feel a strange sense of rhythm, which was conducive to sleep.

Jiang Cheng crossed his hands and placed them behind his head, looking at the ceiling with a calm expression. Only the dark currents surging in his eyes showed that his mood was not calm at the moment.

The ghost in this instance dungeon was one aspect, but the ghost following him was what worried him the most.

Pi Ruan.

To be precise, it was a ghost wearing Pi Ruan's skin.

According to the boy's description, Jiang Cheng guessed that this rotten-faced ghost had probably peeled off Pi Ruan's skin and put it on himself.

In short, Pi Ruan was dead. It wouldn't do much good to clamor for revenge for him now. What really puzzled Jiang Cheng was the rotten-faced ghost's purpose.

The rotten-faced ghost should have planned all of this, but it wasn't clear if it was aimed at this instance dungeon or someone on their team.

Thinking about it, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but turn his head. What came into his eyes was a sleeping, delicate face.

Lin Wan'er was sleeping next to him, but not on the bed. Jiang Cheng had laid a thick layer of quilts on the ground.

Perhaps influenced by Jiang Cheng, Fatty had also changed his habit of sleeping on the bed when it came to supernatural events. His large body was curled up on a small sofa, which was really embarrassing for him.

But being uncomfortable was always better than losing your life.

His thoughts gradually drifted away, and Jiang Cheng's mind began to flood with a large number of meaningless images, like a lock hidden deep in his memory being suddenly opened.

This happened to him almost every month, but this time it was especially strong, and the images gradually became clearer. He saw the bodies lying on the ground in front of him.

The bodies were lying in disarray, and he clearly couldn't see the face of each body, but he inexplicably felt familiar.

That familiarity was engraved in his bones, like the most familiar person, even if they hadn't seen each other for a long time, but met in a strange place, even if it was a fleeting glimpse of their back, you could immediately recognize them.

From a distance, there were occasional struggles and the sounds of fighting, and someone's muffled groan, as if they had suffered a very serious injury.

But he looked as far as he could, but couldn't see anything. A layer of fog rose around him, obscuring his vision, and he could only see the scene within a few meters.

A muffled footstep came, and Jiang Cheng immediately became vigilant, but when the person in the mist appeared, he was stunned. It was actually Fatty.

But at this moment, Fatty had swept away his previous timidity. His chubby face was full of determination. He was covered in blood, as if he had just finished a slaughter.

Seeing Jiang Cheng, his bloodshot eyes burst out with amazing light, "Zero." He shouted, "Go, we've been ambushed. This isn't a mission at all, their target is..."

The next second, a hand pierced out from Fatty's chest, and bright red blood dripped down his wrist from his slender fingertips.

"You."

Only able to finish the last word, the hand slowly withdrew, the vitality in Fatty's eyes quickly faded, and his huge body crashed to the ground, revealing a graceful figure behind him.

The graceful figure was hidden in the mist, and you could tell it was a woman with a very good figure.