Why is my journey to the world of anime a strange tale of rules?

Watching the slowly moving escalator, he was surprised to see this scene and showed a slightly hesitant expression.

On one side of this corridor, there is a passageway leading to the subway platform.

Chapter 88: The Chaotic Dance of Demons and the Approaching Strange Train.

A subway station must have a subway; this is a very simple matter of common sense, just like a fire hydrant must have water, and cultural workers must have culture.

But whether this common sense still applies in a place like a dungeon is a question that Yamada Ryo feels needs careful analysis. Especially since this platform was discovered through Xingge, it's even more alarming. No, it's no longer a matter of being cautious; this place is definitely problematic. If they really go in, they will inevitably encounter danger, and it's entirely possible that all three of them could die inside.

But that's precisely why they have to keep moving forward, isn't it?

"Let's go. Now that we've come this far, there's no reason to stop. I'll lead the way again this time. Manager and Hongxia, you two stay close."

As Liang said this, she took the first step and walked towards the downward escalator in front of her.

Avoiding the problem won't solve it.

Firmly believing this, Yamada Ryo walked steadily, his footsteps landing lightly on the escalator.

The shopkeeper has already been marked by the monster, and neither he nor Hongxia have a way to easily see through the weaknesses in the rules and find a way out.

Therefore, even knowing that her idea was very risky, Ryo did not intend to change her plan. In her opinion, the only way to survive was to face the enemy directly and defeat him with the help of Gao Hai's power.

hum-

With the faint creaking of the escalator, the three people who had boarded it began to slowly descend.

A faint chilly air blew in my face, and it gradually became more noticeable and colder as the escalator descended.

This stretch of road is very long; it's safe to say that escalators are not typically designed to be this long. Just looking down from this side, you can tell by sight that this escalator is over 100 meters long. It's hard to imagine any place in the real world using an escalator of this length.

What awaits them below?

My cold hands trembled slightly involuntarily, and the emotions in my heart became increasingly suppressed as the escalator descended.

Behind them, Hongxia and Xingge were also very nervous. The former kept looking around, seemingly worried that something might appear from the surroundings. The latter was somewhat agitated, observing the situation in front and behind, trying her best to appear reliable and fearless, although both Liang and Hongxia knew very well that Xingge was not very brave.

hum-

Amidst the persistent, low mechanical hum, Yamada Ryo turned around and found that she could no longer see the way she had come. When she turned back to look ahead, she still couldn't see the end of the road or where she would arrive next.

How long is this road?

Are the three of them going to stay on this escalator for several hours?

The excessively long journey made Liang unable to help but have such doubts, and he became even more uneasy.

Fortunately, after about three or four minutes, things began to change ahead. At the same time, all three of them could vaguely sense that they were getting closer and closer to the end of the escalator.

The first smell was of blood, a faint, slightly foul, bloody smell.

The lights ahead were flashing, and their brightness was gradually decreasing, making the surroundings darker and causing the area occupied by darkness to gradually spread.

tick-

A drop of water fell from the ceiling and splashed onto the railing on one side of the escalator.

No, that wasn't water.

Liang smelled an even stronger stench of blood. He frowned and turned his head to look at the spot where the drop of water had fallen, only to see a crimson mark spreading outwards.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—

More liquid is falling.

From the cracks in the ceiling, from those gradually spreading fissures, drop after drop fell continuously down onto the escalator below.

The crimson color gradually set the white escalator ablaze, staining the walls and lights, turning everything here into a bloody mess, and causing more and more mutilated corpses to appear, a truly tragic sight of the dead.

"Wear a hat, or anything else that can cover your head, no, never mind, let's just use the domain. Be careful, absolutely do not let this thing land on your body, especially not on your skin."

Upon realizing the strange blood, Liang immediately began to consider his course of action. In less than two seconds, he decided to use the power of the Crimson Domain, instantly creating a pale red domain that enveloped the three people present, isolating them from the continuously dripping dark red liquid.

The smell of blood began to grow stronger.

More and more blood seeped from the ceiling, dripping downwards, eventually turning into a dense rain of blood that flowed incessantly, converging into a blood-red river along the slowly moving escalator.

The coldness that supported the crimson domain stood silently in place, simply moving downwards with the escalator.

For a girl who has already witnessed far more horrific scenes, the visual effect of blood rain alone no longer has any emotional impact on her.

In contrast, Hongxia and Xingge, who were walking behind, were somewhat nervous, occasionally glancing around and worrying about whether the blood rain would bring any danger. Considering the current situation, their reaction was understandable, but Liang couldn't worry about that for the moment. She had already seen the end of the escalator and the place they were going to.

"We're almost there, stay alert."

As Liang said this, she took a deep breath, stretched her stiff arms and legs, and then stepped into the area in front of her as the escalator reached the ground below.

"Ugh... It smells awful."

As Hongxia followed in, she frowned and muttered softly, her face showing a disgusted expression.

It was difficult to describe the smell; words like "stinky" or "pungent" were no longer sufficient. Their sense of smell was almost completely lost at that moment, as if they were being destroyed by the terrible odor. Even though the blood-red field that had been deployed could filter the smell to some extent, the air they inhaled still made them choke and their eyes water. Liang, whose senses were more acute, even had a nosebleed.

"Poison gas?"

Liang muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the dark area in front of him.

This is a subway platform, a dilapidated subway platform that looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

The dried bloodstains almost completely covered the ground, the pillars on the platform, the billboards and seats, the platform signs and the railings to prevent people from jumping off the tracks, and everything that Liang could see on the platform.

It's hard to imagine how many people would have to die to have so much blood to cover everything in sight.

What's even more unimaginable is that a place where such a horrific disaster once occurred is now completely forgotten and ignored. Even if someone were to try to trace it back, no one would recall what happened there. Everything that happened here is ultimately just a story, a story that, no matter how terrible, has been utterly forgotten.

But what kind of experiences could have turned this place into this?

Is this really just a subway station? What exactly happened here?

"Is the platform named Kisaragi Station?"

Hongxia noticed the platform label covered in blood, but the words were still somewhat legible, and she read out the name on it.

"Isn't that the name of an urban legend? Could this station actually be real?"

Xingge was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and subconsciously asked in confusion, only to see Hongxia beside her looking surprised.

"Sister, you actually know about urban legends?"

Hongxia made no attempt to hide the shock on her face.

"What kind of strange talk is this? I also go online and browse all sorts of websites, okay? I'm not some outdated relic, how could I not know about this kind of thing? What do you think of me? What do you take me for as your older sister?"

Xingge, who hadn't expected to be treated differently because of this, showed an angry expression and fiercely defended herself.

Ryo, standing at the forefront, ignored the sisters' conversation. After hearing the name "Kisaragi Station," she fell into thought, and little by little, she began to sense something, realizing that her consciousness seemed to be connecting with something, and some blurry images slowly began to emerge.

[Cough cough... Waaah cough cough...]

My body feels so heavy... Please, just a moment... let me rest for a bit...

Where are we going...? It's so cold... I feel so awful...

I saw people who were weak and staggering.

They seemed to be suffering from some kind of illness; they looked fragile and pained, their faces filled with confusion, as if they were moving unconsciously, instinctively following the movement of the crowd.

She saw the patients walk onto the train platform, shivering, their faces red and fingers white from the cold winter, coughing uncontrollably. Everyone looked pained and uncomfortable, but not one of them left.

Leaving was of course impossible, because on both sides of the platform, soldiers were fully armed and wearing masks and goggles, silently guarding the patients and not allowing even one of them to escape.

Liang then realized that these people had been driven here, and that someone had gathered these patients here to do something to them.

As long as you follow the instructions, nothing will happen.

A special train will soon take you away to the quarantine area.

Once you arrive there, you will receive professional treatment and excellent care. No one will be abandoned, and no one will continue to suffer.

Someone is promoting something, speaking grand and righteous words to these patients.

But the patients' reaction was numb. They showed no emotion or joy, just stood there silently, staring blankly at the snow-covered landscape around the platform. Some of them had snot and tears frozen on their faces.

Why do these patients react this way?

Ryo wanted to get closer, but she couldn't change her perspective. These fragmented scenes seemed beyond her control; all she could do was watch them unfold from a fixed point of view, and nothing more.

hum-

The train is approaching.

An old, gray-black train, which looked like it had been around for many years, slowly approached the platform.

Liang heard the piercing sound of horns and smelled the strong odor of dust.

Slowly, the train doors opened, revealing an empty carriage that reeked of a familiar stench. The patients who had been waiting slowly made their way into the carriage one by one, urged on by the surrounding soldiers.

Someone was sobbing softly.

Despair was evident on some people's faces.

Some people trembled and tried to run away, but when they saw the soldiers around them, they lowered their heads and continued to walk forward with deathly pale faces.

But most people just moved forward aimlessly, their faces filled with confusion and ignorance, stepping into the carriage, into this gray-black thing that, in Liang's eyes, looked more like a coffin than a carriage.

Finally, everyone got into the carriage.

They crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, completely filling each carriage without leaving any space.

The soldiers cautiously stepped forward, closed and locked the doors, and then quickly ran away, as if the carriage itself had been tainted by something unlucky.

Through the car window, Liang could see the patients' blank expressions. They always seemed to have the same look on their faces, as if they didn't care about anything, didn't care about anything, and were just living like pieces of meat.

Why have these people become like this? Why are they behaving in such a bizarre way?

His cool gaze swept over each patient, and the more he observed, the more questions arose in his mind.

Is this train heading to the so-called "quarantine zone"? Or is it just a facade, and its true nature is...?

"what?"

By the time they realized it, danger was already approaching.

That was something hidden in the crowded carriage, among those numb people.

It wasn't until Ryo saw the other person at that moment, until she noticed this thing hidden in the crowd, that it finally revealed its fangs.