In the era of the supernatural, how did I become the source of terror?

Supported by Wang Yu, Xu Ye limped into carriage number four.

This carriage had not yet been invaded by the black fog. Although the lights overhead were flickering, they were not turned off, and the entire carriage was shrouded in an eerie tranquility.

Several cold corpses were already lying on the ground; they were the classmates who had scouted ahead earlier.

Several unfortunate men were bleeding from all seven orifices and their limbs were twisted, seemingly the work of the ghostly police officer from earlier.

More than twenty students from Class 1 and Class 2, still shaken, huddled in the middle of the carriage, discussing who should go ahead to scout the way and get further away from the area.

"The people who came to carriage number four just now are all dead. We should try to get to the carriages at the front. If we can contact the driver, then everyone can survive."

"I'm not going. I'll just wait for the next stop, then figure out how to open the door and get out."

"Didn't you notice that more than twenty minutes have passed without a stop? There must be something wrong with the driver."

"How about we draw lots? The loser goes to scout the way?"

"Those who are physically strong should go first. Don't you have a few athletes in your class? Let them go."

The group of people discussing the matter seemed to be the new leader of the team, and they glanced at the two of them with subtle expressions.

"Can you move your hand? Mr. Xu, hang in there, I'll take you to the hospital later," Wang Yu asked with concern.

"I won't die, don't worry," Xu Ye replied.

He could feel that his right arm was severely dislocated.

The bone has just been put back in place, but all the muscles and tendons inside are torn, and recovery is still a long way off.

With several broken ribs and internal organs, his right hand is temporarily unusable today.

But Xu Ye didn't want to explain the situation too clearly, because at this time, fear could easily make the team more panicked.

On the other hand, one should always be wary of others.

Of course, the fish being protected here is not the kingfish.

Fatty Wang and he were so close they were practically inseparable.

But for others... well, that's hard to say.

Amidst the chaos, people's hearts become unpredictable.

"I've carried Master Xu back, anyone want to lend a hand?" Wang Yu shouted.

Chen Xier quickly stepped out from the crowd to help him.

As a result, the people who had just spoken blocked his way.

One of the girls, wearing glasses, glared at Xu Ye's still-bleeding arm and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Wang, in these special times, self-preservation is the priority. With his injuries, I don't think he'll make it out alive. Many people have already died. You need to learn to let go."

A rugged-looking young man next to him chimed in:

"Judging from what just happened, those ghosts kill according to a pattern. Those who don't trigger the pattern survive. You rescued him, but who knows if the ghosts followed? If the ghosts come later, none of us will survive!"

Another petite girl chimed in:

"That's right, that's right. Everyone only has one life. Wang Yu, you shouldn't have gone back just now. You attracted that ghost. You two are sinners."

In an instant, the atmosphere in the carriage underwent a subtle change.

In a life-or-death situation, no one wants to be the one sacrificed.

But sacrificing others is something we can tolerate.

Xu Ye looked up at the classmates who hadn't spoken yet.

Many people hesitated to speak, while others avoided his gaze.

Although they didn't speak, their silence was a form of acquiescence.

He quickly came to understand everyone's choice.

Chen Xier's eyes welled up with tears:

"Zhang Chen, Song Ke, Zhao Lu, although you're usually class leaders, how can you talk like that?! Xu Ye just saved our lives, do you... do you have any conscience?"

She forcefully pushed Song Ke's hand away and rushed over to help Xu Ye, disregarding everything else.

Xu Ye wasn't angry; he simply said coldly:

"Now is not the time for infighting. The crisis is not over yet. That ghost could come back at any time. We need to find a way to get off the train and escape from the platform to survive."

Xu Ye paused deliberately, a mocking expression on his face:

"And you lot, you talk a good game, but when I stopped the ghost, you ran like the wind, and now you don't even have the courage to scout out carriage number three yourself?"

Wang Yu also appeared and joined the group:

"A bunch of ingrates! They call for their mothers when they see a ghost, but act like heroes when the ghost leaves. We should have just left you there to fend for yourselves. You haven't even escaped yet, and you're already forming cliques. You have no shame?"

boom!

He slammed his hammer down hard on the carriage, exuding a murderous aura, and strode forward.

"Anyone who dares to make me, Master Xu, sacrifice themselves to the heavens, I mean it!"

Those who were in charge didn't dare to confront them directly, so they had no choice but to slink away and make way for them.

"Wait a minute," Xu Ye suddenly called out.

He gently pushed Wang Yu and Chen Xier aside, straightened up, pointed to himself, and looked at everyone:

"We'll go scout ahead, risk our lives to do it, is that alright?"

"I'm barely alive now, my life's worthless. If I go investigate, who has a problem with that?"

Xu Ye's words instantly stunned most of the people.

Some people even looked ashamed.

In a life-or-death situation, few people are willing to step forward and lead the way, or even risk their own lives to explore the path.

"I'll say it again, I hope everyone can survive. Now is not the time for infighting."

After Xu Ye finished speaking, he walked towards carriage number three without turning his head.

He knew in his heart that staying here would most likely lead to certain death, and only by moving forward could he have a glimmer of hope.

Wang Yu and Chen Xi'er remained silent, following behind Xu Ye without saying a word.

A magical scene happened:

First, a physical education student from Class 2 muttered a curse under his breath and quickly followed behind Xu Ye.

Then several other students from the class came in.

Before long, more people quietly joined their ranks.

Fewer and fewer people stayed, but the queue grew longer and longer.

"Xu Ye, it's a deal, right? I'll go first if there are any problems."

"No, I'll go first. I'm strong and have more energy to fight ghosts."

In the end, it was the class leaders who remained where they were, their expressions complicated.

They were still afraid.

Suddenly, the carriage experienced a familiar jolt.

The white light stopped flickering and returned to normal.

Everyone could feel the subway slowing down as it entered the station.

A mechanical female voice began broadcasting over the loudspeaker:

"Slow down and approaching the station. Passengers getting off, please note that the next stop is Yuhuacun."

"We're saved! We can get off the bus now!"

"The cell phone signal has been restored, we can call the police now!"

Everyone cheered.

But Xu Ye narrowed his eyes warily.

He took this route countless times during his three years of university.

But he didn't remember that there was a station called "Yuhuacun" on Line 2.

"Are the paranormal events still ongoing?"

He looked anxiously out the window. The subway was slowing down as it pulled into the station, and the scenery outside finally began to change.

The empty ticket booth was dimly lit, with the flickering incandescent bulbs hissing in the wind.

There appeared to be a long-haired woman, carrying shopping bags, leaning forward at an odd 90-degree angle with her head down, waiting outside the line to board the bus.

A biting, eerie wind surged from the depths of the tracks, carrying with it the damp smell of rust and the stench of old blood.

As the last bit of kinetic energy disappeared, the subway slowly came to a stop.

stab~

The car door slowly opened.