It was 1.30 a.m.

The entire station was practically empty, save for a row of men in black suits standing along the platform in the gentle night breeze. There were at least a dozen people there, each of whom exuded mild fluctuations of true energies from their bodies. The one taking charge was none other than Bai Yishan.

He looked much more spirited than before, albeit hardly calm and at peace. As soon as the train came to a complete halt, he immediately dashed right up to the seventh carriage and entered a keycode on the access door.

What a strong stench of blood…

He could already smell the nauseating stench of blood wafting through the doors before they even opened. It stung his eyes. Powerful evil ghosts would naturally draw weaker ghosts to rely on them, thereby resulting in the phenomenon known as the nest of ten thousand captive ghosts. The siphoning effect was discussed in the latest edition of Cultivators Weekly. Guardian Auctions knew of these things, and that was precisely why they had engaged the assistance of another Soul hunter.

But… how could this have happened?

Clatter clatter… The carriage door slowly opened up, and he seized up immediately, despite having prepared himself for the worst.

This couldn’t even be described as a carriage any longer.

This was… Hell.

There probably wasn’t any point in looking for survivors anymore. Blood...