The third carriage had completely turned into a slaughterhouse.
Large patches of white snake skin were hung on the walls, with a layer of pale flesh attached, looking fresh and tender as if just stripped, without a trace of dryness.
The new doctor was assisting Wan Xing, looking pale and inexperienced in technique.
There wasn't much snake meat left, likely consumed over the past few days. After all, with over a thousand people on the train and the train conductor feasting on it, no one would be stingy.
Passing through the third carriage and the dining car, I arrived at the door of Su Huan's room.
At this time, Yu Jing was directing three people to move things inside.
They were all electronic devices, including phones, tablets, laptops, and other miscellaneous items.
"What are you doing? Why are you moving this junk into my room?"
Su Huan asked suspiciously.
