Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
As the leader of the group, the middle-aged man was subconsciously allowed to walk in front by the other three.
Consequently, when he bumped into the air, he hit his forehead right against it.
The middle-aged man, who landed on his backside, was completely dazed. The pain in his forehead made his vision blur, and the impact of sitting down had also bruised his tailbone, leaving him unable to stand up for a moment.
His three subordinates were also stunned. One of them reached out cautiously, probing the air in front of him.
Even though there was clearly nothing visible to the naked eye, he felt a barrier.
"What... what is this?"
"What do you mean, 'what is this'? Can't you just help me up first?" the middle-aged man shouted in pain and anger.
The three subordinates scrambled to help him up, while the middle-aged man kept yelling, "Gentle! Can't you tell I'm in pain?"
However, no matter how gentle they tried to be, they still had to exert force to lift him, so he just kept howling, unable to control his volume.
Yet, even with all that noise, no one came out to take a look.
The subordinate felt a chill in his heart: "Leader, I think this place is a bit eerie..."
"Let's go, get out of here!" The middle-aged man was panicking too. Things you couldn't see were the most terrifying; he didn't even know how he had fallen into this trap.
But since the front was blocked solid, they had no choice but to take a detour.
However, after circling the house and finding absolutely no way out, all four of them felt a sense of chilling despair.
What on earth was the reason they couldn't get out of here?
Could it be... a ghost wall?
As if a cold gust of wind had blown past, all four of them shivered.
"C-could it be that those two women from earlier are the problem?" another subordinate asked, trembling.
The middle-aged man clutched his painful head, finally realizing the point: "Right, those two women. It must be them playing tricks."