The Train's Liuyun Station (6)

Part Six: The Price of Looking Back The familiar tone made Su Yue's body jolt, and tears nearly welled up in his eyes. He almost instinctively turned around to answer. However, the second rule on the notice board flashed through his mind like lightning – Never respond, nor turn back. He gritted his teeth, his lips breaking and tasting the salty, spicy blood. He forcefully suppressed the urge to turn, and quickened his pace towards the station hall. Seeing that he didn't react at all, the gentle tone behind him vanished instantly, becoming incredibly sharp, venomous, and distorted, accompanied by the grating sound of bones breaking and grinding: "Su Yue! Why aren't you ignoring me! Look at me! You coward! Look at my face!" A cold, sticky, withered hand, reeking of fishy rot, silently landed on his left shoulder. The strength in that palm was astonishing, almost crushing his bones. Cold sweat poured down Su Yue's body. He dared not turn his head, only closing his eyes and throwing himself forward with all his might, stumbling miserably at the wooden entrance of the hall, shaking off the terrifying hand. To be continued...