At this moment, the plastic lid on the convenience cup noodles thrown on the train floor by the young man with dark circles constantly had scratches protruding, as if a wild cat inside was trying to escape.

And the peach drink tossed aside by the short-haired girl in sportswear eerily rolled and bounced back and forth on the floor, as if it had a life of its own.

The five players saw this situation and knew something was about to happen, so they took out their weapons to prepare for battle. Being veterans among the players, they were not afraid to face enemies, each appearing very calm.

"It should just be two little ghosts, leave them to me."

As everyone was preparing to fight, the oily-faced middle-aged man suddenly relaxed his expression and stepped forward, asking the others to let him handle the current situation.

He walked forward while taking out a pair of black leather gloves to put on. After quickly putting on the gloves, he conjured a small red wooden box out of thin air and slightly opened the lid towards the two objects on the ground.

To the four players behind him, his actions did not seem unusual, but it evidently caused considerable agitation to the two objects on the ground. Almost as soon as he opened the box, two piercing screams erupted from the floor, and the paper lid on the cup noodles shattered with a bang. A slender, pitch-black ghost shadow rushed out, while on the other side, the peach drink bottle exploded open, revealing a pair of crimson eyes in the liquid, which slashed a blood-red mark along the floor, racing towards the oily-faced man!

However, these attacks were all within the oily-faced man's expectations. He calmly pointed the red box in his hand toward the ground, producing a special attractive force that forcibly pulled the crimson eyes off the floor, absorbing them into the red box without resistance. His other hand, now free, also reached out at just the right moment to grab another dark ghost shadow that had rushed in front of him, and like stuffing cotton, shoved this ghost into the red box as well.

"Old brother, your skills are impressive!"

The entire handling process took only two or three seconds. Once the two ghosts were subdued, a voice came from the back. It was the young man with dark circles, the most lively among the five, who was never stingy with his compliments.

"They were just two little ghosts, nothing much."

The oily-faced middle-aged man responded nonchalantly and then put the closed red box into his personal space.

"So... the point of buying that dining car meal earlier was what? Just to choose one set of enemies?"

The cold and hard female player couldn't help but complain after the danger was removed, because the scene just now generally indicated that whether they bought stuff from the dining car or not, they couldn't avoid a fight.

"Yes, buying something equated to lowering the enemy's difficulty. The old woman who brought the meal earlier wasn't an ordinary ghost, facing her wouldn't have been as easy as this."

Wang Zhifan's thoughts aligned with those of the female player. His exceptionally strong perception made him more aware of the opponents' strengths and weaknesses than others, understanding that the other two players' purchases of the cup noodles and drink were not in vain.

"I expect more troubles will crop up later, so everyone be cautious."

Having said that, he returned to his seat to close his eyes and rest, as his intuition told him the trouble in this instance was just beginning.

"Hmm... Even on the train, we can't have peace, not to mention what will happen after entering that building... I just hope Platform 17 isn't too far away."

The young man with dark circles also agreed with Wang Zhifan's view. He did not say too much to lighten the mood, and like Wang Zhifan, started conserving his energy.

The other three players were in a similar state, and even the cold and hard female player who liked to argue fell silent. After the recent incident, everyone felt the pressure ahead would grow, unwilling to waste energy.

Thus, the journey entered a relatively calm phase, with the five players quietly waiting at their seats for the train to arrive at its destination or for anything else to happen.

About half an hour later, a sound from the loudspeaker on the ceiling of this car broke the silence.

"Dear passengers, the train will soon enter the sleeper phase, during which all lights will be turned off for an hour. Please be prepared."

"Turning off the lights? What's the point?"

Hearing this sudden announcement from the broadcast, the young man with dark circles sneered with disdain. A flashlight appeared in his hand, followed by a portable desk lamp. He clamped the lamp's base onto the top of an empty seatback beside him, turning it on to emit a white glow, and tested the switch on the flashlight, finding its brightness multiple times stronger.

"Based on my personal experience, I suggest you better not turn on the lights lightly."

The oily-faced middle-aged man, sitting relatively close to him, immediately advised.

"I know, it'll attract things, but don't worry, I'm prepared."

The young man with dark circles replied with a faint smile, showing he wasn't unaware of the situation.

"Everyone, sit closer! Definitely, trouble will arise once the lights go out, gathering together makes it easier to coordinate in response!"

The oily-faced middle-aged man then stood up and loudly suggested to the others, wanting them to come closer to the young man with dark circles.

"Is it really better to be close? In my view, being in different spots is the best strategy! It reduces the chances of friendly fire!"

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