Wang Chenghao nimbly ran to his seat and fastened his seatbelt. Qin Ye did likewise. Oda Nobutada was still in his seat when they arrived, and his seatbelt had already been fastened a long time ago. As soon as they returned, he immediately bowed his head and remarked softly, “What intense Yin energy.”

Qin Ye nodded and turned to the bewildered Wang Chenghao, “This is the third tunnel of Pusan, but it’s also not.”

“What does that mean?”

“When the Yin energy and air of resentment trapped within a particular location accumulates beyond a certain point, it would create a special supernatural zone.” Qin Ye glanced out of the carriage, only to realize that a series of louvres had already been lowered over the windows, blocking out all sources of light from outside.

Wang Chenghao’s eyes widened, “Who is it? Whose Yin energy is it? Whose resentment is it? Just what the hell is going on around here?!”

Qin Ye massaged his temples in dismay, “Did you really only inherit your family’s fortune and not the smarts? Didn’t I make myself clear enough? Why don’t you try sensing it for yourself?”

Wang Chenghao shut his eyes and released his Yin energy.

At once, two incomparably sharp sources of Yin energy jolted straight through his mind.

They were filled with resentment and hostility. At once, a monochromatic image appeared in his mind, showing a pregnant lady holding the hand...