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“Sure.” Huang Xiaolong took out a partially empty pack of Yuxi cigarettes from his pocket with a smile, pulls one out, and gives it to the red-clothed middle-aged ghost.

The red-clothed middle-aged ghost takes the cigarette, looks at it, and asks with a frown. “Yuxi? What brand is this? Brother, you’re not giving me fake cigarettes, are you? We used to smoke brands like Happy Eight, White Cat, Earl, Land Flying Song…”

These were all brands of cigarettes that had long since stopped production.

“Take it or leave it.” Huang Xiaolong glared at the red-clothed middle-aged ghost.

“Don’t Brother, don’t be angry…” The red-clothed middle-aged ghost ghoulishly smiles, takes the cigarette from Huang Xiaolong’s hand, lights it with ghost fire, and greedily sniffs the smoke without inhaling.

“Ah! Good stuff! Wow…this cigarette has quite a kick…” praises the red-clothed middle-aged ghost.

He then takes out a piece of Joss Paper with a face value of 1000 and gives it to Huang Xiaolong. “Brother, these cigarettes are really good, sell them to me…”

“Just take them. They’re a gift.” Huang Xiaolong casually throws the remainder of the pack of Yuxi to the red-clothed middle-aged ghost.

“Hey! Brother, you’re really generous!” The red-clothed middle-aged ghost happily takes the cigarettes, and makes friendly small talk with Huang Xiaolong, “Brother, which station are you going to?”

An idea crosses Huang Xiaolong’s mind, he smiles and answers, “The last station.”

“Er ” The red-clothed middle-aged ghost shudders in shock. “Brother…you…you mean the Urban Village station?”

“Heh No.” Huang Xiaolong shakes his head. “The Urban Village station isn’t the last one. I mean, the next one.”

The red-clothed middle-aged ghost turns pale with terror, his eyes flashing with pronounced horror.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” Huang Xiaolong smiles.

“No…nothing…nothing…” The red-clothed middle-aged ghost shakes his head repeatedly.

“Have you ever been to the station after the Urban Village station?” Huang Xiaolong asks.

“I don’t know! I’ve never been there! I know nothing! Don’t ask me! The cigarette… I… I’ll give it back to you!” The red-clothed middle-aged ghost returns the Yuxi to Huang Xiaolong and quickly walks away.

“Yue, look, even the red-clothed vengeance ghost is afraid of the last station… This is getting more and more interesting…” Huang Xiaolong smiles at Song Yuru.

“Little Long… you… you’re kind of boring… you’re even engaging in a hearty conversation with a ghost… and a place even the ghosts are afraid of, you actually say… you say it’s fun…” Song Yuru is speechless.

At that moment

Boom Boom Boom…

The sound of the train whizzing on the tracks is heard, and a flash of light pierces the subway tunnel. Following that, a subway train enters the station at a steady pace.

The ghost passengers in the station wait in line rigorously to board.

Huang Xiaolong takes Song Yuru’s hand, quietly standing in the queue.

The subway enters the station, stops, indicator lights on, the door opens.

The ghosts swarm onto it at once.

Huang Xiaolong also steps onto a carriage with Song Yuru.

In the carriage, there are already a good number of ghosts from previous stations occupying the seats. Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru have to stand.

Song Yuru holds on to Huang Xiaolong’s waist, leans her head against him, and keeps her eyes closed, not daring to look around.

Huang Xiaolong, on the other hand, is very interested in examining the ghosts in this carriage.

Ghosts of those hung, drowned, starved, burned…

All kinds of ghosts are present.

Some even take off their heads and comb their hair with brushes.

Some are knitting sweaters, chatting, playing mahjong, playing cards, reading…

My goodness, this is no different from humans taking the subway during the day.

Except that, every compartment is filled with ghosts, creating an overwhelmingly yin-yang atmosphere, and an intense chill in the subway as if it were winter.

“The next stop is Lujiacun Station. If you’re alighting at Lujiacun Station, please be prepared in advance.”

The announcement comes on, and at the same time, a complicated blend of characters appear where a map indicator should have been above the door. They look somewhat like seal characters but even more complicated.

Huang Xiaolong can understand these characters.

This is Extinct Script!

Extinct Script is a long-lost ancient language in our country, a form of text used to communicate with the dead. It’s a very complex and distinct form of script, unlike seal characters.

In the Xia@ Shang era, some people could already speak Extinct Script. However, this knowledge was passed down only from master to pupil, and only very few could understand and write it. It became almost extinct during the Song Dynasty!

The Extinct Script doesn’t contain anything else, mainly it indicated the names of each station to prevent the ghost passengers from missing their stops.

The subway is moving rapidly, the carriage swaying slightly with dim lighting, and apart from Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru, the entire compartment is full of ghosts. It’s a rather chilling experience.

Like the daytime subway, when the train arrives at a station, it stops, some ghosts alight, and some ghosts board from the platform in an orderly manner.

At just the station before the Urban Village Station, three ferocious yellow-dressed vengeance ghosts suddenly burst into the compartment where Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru were.

This immediately sets the other ghosts present in the carriage on edge, just like mice upon seeing a cat. They shrink back in fear, their ghostly eyes betraying their fear, and those sitting immediately stand up to offer their seats.

Red, orange, yellow, green, azure, blue, indigo, purple…

Yellow-dressed vengeance ghosts, in terms of the ghost hierarchy, are considered quite terrifying, with intense ying-yang energy and fairly strong abilities.

The three yellow-dressed vengeance ghosts arrogantly take their seats in the compartment. Their presence enhances the horrendous ying-yang energy giving rise to a hurricane-like gust of cold wind. The temperature in the compartment drops significantly, and it becomes extremely cold.

Woooo wooooo wooooo

The chilling winds are howling.

Suddenly!

The “Ying-Yang Talisman” attached to Song Yuru’s back by Huang Xiaolong is blown off by the wind and drifts around the carriage.

Next moment!

Boom

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The yang energy from Song Yuru’s body, initially shielded, spread wildly through the carriage!

“Er ” The first to notice the trace of human life was the three yellow-dressed vengeance ghosts. They lift their heads unanimously. Their faces, full of fissures and torn flesh and emitting a boundless evil aura, showed a hint of greed!

Following this!

The entire carriage goes quiet!

All the ghosts stop their whispered conversations and turn their heads towards the source of the human aura–Song Yuru!