The water dripped into her palms, feeling cold. It felt like ice water running through her body, sending chills down her back.
Everything on this train made her feel eerie.
No wonder Leng Lintian made them all wear the same cloaks as the others before boarding the train. They caught up with the train at the right time, and she didn't see anyone in the train at that time.
However, she remembered that the hand extended by the ticket inspector was very skinny and scary.
She didn't know how Leng Lintian got the tickets for this train or the VIP area.
"Dong dong", there was a knock on the door, and the servant said timidly: "Are you okay? Please hurry up."
Jing Jiaren recovered her thoughts from her wandering mind, opened the door, and saw the servant's face was horrified, and he was already running forward.
"Hurry, come here quickly." She shouted as the servant ran, with a panicked look on his face.
Jing Jiaren subconsciously looked back at the general area...
I found several cloaked figures standing in front of the carved door, their skinny hands stretching out from the very narrow carved opening.
Oh my god, where are those human hands?!
It was so thin that it was just bones, skinny and fleshless. It was no different from a dead hand.
Jing Jiaren's mind went crazy, but just a step too late, her arm was grabbed by a hand.
A hand like a rootless bamboo pole firmly grasped her arm, and without care, pulled her closer to the carved door.
Jing Jiaren's mind went blank and she saw more hands stretching out from the carved mouth...
It's over, if she is pulled over, these hands will do to her...
Jing Jiaren's face was horrified. She couldn't imagine it at all, let alone look at those people's faces.
She could already imagine those extremely thin faces and what kind of facial features they had!
Her skirt, hair, and shoulders were caught...
Jing Jiaren's body slammed against the carved door.
Suddenly her waist tightened, and the man's strong breath appeared.
Leng Lintian drew out his dagger, quickly cut off the hands holding her, and took her away.
"Gu Gu, Gu..."
The cloaked men made grunts of pain and retracted their hands.
Leng Lintian held Jing Jiaren's arm and ran back to the VIP area——
"Master, is she okay?" The servant was frightened and at a loss. "What are those things? They are so scary!"
Because they were wearing large cloaks, I only thought it was spooky before, but I couldn't see clearly what they looked like.
Jing Jiaren felt sick when she suddenly saw such hands just now.
Leng Lintian held her shoulders and asked her to sit down on the chair, and asked nervously: "How do you feel? Are there any injuries?"
Jing Jiaren shook her head: "I'm fine."
Fortunately, Leng Lintian arrived in time.
"Who are those people? Dead people?" Jing Jiaren almost thought she had entered hell!
Leng Lintian checked her body and explained calmly: "Those are the lowest level migrant workers."
"Migrant workers? Are they still alive?"
"Of course he is alive," Leng Lintian curled his lips, "But he is a completely enslaved tool, and there is no difference from being dead."
Living dead!?
Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they are not dead, they are not so scared: "How could they become like that?"
"You have been without sunlight for many years, and you have been doing the heaviest work in the darkest underground. What do you think?" Leng Lintian raised his eyebrows, "Without low-level workers like them, how do you think this underground kingdom was built?"