In the dark train carriage, Lin Xian looked at the radio in his hand with a grave expression.
He tried adjusting the frequency, but the results remained the same, no matter how he adjusted it, the frequency would revert back to 1542.
Lin Xian began to panic, he had already seen through the ghostly device's tactic of instilling fear, which was merely a disturbance to mental emotions, but he did not know how to escape this place.
Chilling winds blew through the carriage, filling it with a cold desolation.
Lin Xian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Something was wrong.
I remember turning on the lights when I picked up the silver antenna...
Immediately, he activated Mechanical Heart and clanged, turning on the lighting system of the entire train.
This time, the light was normal, not swallowed by darkness, nor did it flicker strangely.
Click.
But oddly, just a few seconds later, the lights were quickly turned off again.
