Because everything was frozen, they didn’t know what their intentions were.
But Wen Xishu guessed it seemed like the woman wanted to ask something, so the attendant standing at the front corner came over to answer.
Wen Xishu’s gaze started to move around.
He felt there was something wrong with the woman and the little girl, but next, he saw something that made him lose his composure.
A familiar face appeared.
When Wen Xishu saw this face, his mind buzzed.
Counting this time, he had seen this face three times at different levels.
The old tea seller, thirteenth row.
The old man with age spots all over his face, holding a teacup and smiling with the same smile as every passenger.
But his gaze fell precisely on Wen Xishu.
At that moment, despite Wen Xishu’s bravery, a sense of unease grew in his heart.
In the fifty-plus layers of Slaughter Tower, when he and Xiaojin were roasting by the fire, this old man was selling tea.
In Rokkasho, at the forty-second level of Deceit Tower, this old man was selling tea.
Now, at the twenty-ninth level of Deceit Tower, Wen Xishu never expected this old man to be selling tea.
But eerily enough, in the fifty-plus layers of Slaughter Tower, the old man didn’t look that old...
In Rokkasho, the old man seemed to have aged a bit.
And now, at the twenty-ninth level of Deceit Tower, the old man was notably older.
Those age spots carried a hint of death.
Although the tea-selling old man was motionless, his gaze locked onto Wen Xishu with impeccable accuracy.
At this moment, Wen Xishu couldn’t help but think that this old man wasn’t a passenger at all!
It’s some sort of mechanism.
A life-taking mechanism from the Three Towers? He is here for me! Like an unshakeable spirit.
Due to the depletion of his Anti-Magic Value, Wen Xishu’s mind became susceptible to mental invasion.
He felt a sense of dead silence.
However, the old man seemed to be influenced by various rules as well.
In Rokkasho, the old man could only knock on doors; here, he must be one of the passengers.
"Who exactly is he? Why is he always following me?"
Wen Xishu decided to walk towards the old man, since everyone was frozen in place.
Wen Xishu thought that perhaps he could use this as a breakthrough point.
As he walked towards the old man, Wen Xishu saw three other passengers.
The eleventh row.
A family of three: an ordinary man who looked honest and thick-headed, a woman with a plain but slightly wealthy face, who also gave off a stingy impression, and a child whose eyes seemed to smile.
That child gave Wen Xishu an uncomfortable feeling.
"A mischievous kid on the train?"
That was his first reaction.
Passing the fifth row, Wen Xishu noticed another woman, her head bowed low.
He called her an internet celebrity because he noticed she was posting on Weibo, sharing some of her life experiences there.
The internet celebrity seemed to be pregnant.
Wen Xishu glanced briefly and due to his quick thinking, he fully read through her post.
"Family, I really never thought of exploiting my child to gain status. I’m just saying that this child is Xiaowang’s, but I’m not making money off this child. Right now I’m sitting with a bunch of poor people on this train."
Although the text was brief...
Wen Xishu seemed to have already imagined a story.
With that, Wen Xishu had examined every passenger on the train.
Four migrant workers, seemingly in two groups. A student couple, a company boss, a tea-selling old man, a woman and a little girl, an internet celebrity, a family of three, two attendants.
A total of eighteen people.
The amount of information was overwhelming.
Also, there was some non-human information.
For example, the small TV at the front of the train was playing recent legal information.
For example, there were advertisements posted on the train door leading to the next carriage.
Of course, Wen Xishu wasn’t sure whether these pieces of information were valuable.
But right now, in this first carriage, he felt very dependent on his memory.
He had a feeling that if he missed any information...
He might die in the next carriage.
It felt as though as soon as he passed through that door, he would immediately encounter something terrifying and strange.
Wen Xishu finally arrived next to the old man.
At this moment, as Wen Xishu approached the old man, an unexpected interaction occurred.
"Scorpio’s handiwork? No... Lacking the familiar game UI."
In Wen Xishu’s eyes, three options appeared.
——From where.
——To where.
——Past experiences.
Wen Xishu could choose one of the three to inquire about.
This round, he could only ask once. Each person could ask once.
Wen Xishu thought for a moment and decided to ask the old man where he was from.
The tea-selling old man’s head suddenly rotated 180 degrees, his gaze fixedly staring at Wen Xishu, his eerie smile practically pressed against Wen Xishu’s face.
"I come from Evil Land. Young man, would you like some tea? The tea leaves from Evil Land are very delicious."
Wen Xishu asked:
"Where is Evil Land?"
But the response from the old man was still the same.
"I come from Evil Land. Young man, would you like some tea? The tea leaves from Evil Land are very delicious."
Next, Wen Xishu asked several questions in succession.
But the answer remained the same — the tea leaves from Evil Land are very delicious.
Wen Xishu didn’t expect such a result. He thought for a moment, Evil Land... Could it be the name of a tower like Deceit Tower?
Generally, Deceit Tower is known as the realm of obsession.