The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

After Xiao Huo finished reading the last line, the atmosphere in the maintenance station, which had just warmed up, instantly cooled down.

Wang Hu, carrying an ultra-heavy towing hook, stood halfway up the armory entrance.

That thing was about half a person's height, dark and heavy, making his shoulder muscles bulge.

But at this moment, he even forgot to put it down.

Tang Lan stood beside car door number 013, her face still covered in dust, but her pupils had already constricted.

Xu Shen leaned against the back seat of the Devourer, blood still seeping from the wound on his chest. When he heard the words "three hours ago," his breath caught in his throat.

The dim yellow lights above the maintenance station were still on.

Inside the furnace of the giant boiler, the fire was still burning steadily.

The yellowed paper driving logbook lay open on the console, the last line of pencil writing smudged in one corner by coal dust.

The abyss ahead has been swallowed by non-mechanical matter.

The train had to reverse and go back.

Record the date.

Three hours ago.

No one spoke.

The survivors of Station Seven, who had just been moving armor plates, hydraulic rods, and cold spring pump casings, stood still, their tools hanging limply in their hands.

The wrench landed on the iron plate with a clanging sound.

The noise rolled around in the empty maintenance station a few times, making one's back tense.

A young survivor's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his voice and said, "Three hours ago?"

"Wasn't this place sealed off for many years?"

Another veteran mechanic's face twitched as he stared at the engine of the vehicle that was used to control the mountain.

"The boiler fire is still alive."

"The journal is still being written."

"Is there... something inside the front of this car?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of several people nearby changed.

Panic spreads faster than fire in the wasteland.

Someone took half a step back, stepped on a loose track pin, and nearly fell.

Some people clutched the old Blue Star badge on their chests tightly, muttering to themselves.

"Don't touch the front of the car."

"Don't touch it again."

"There must be some high-dimensional, filthy thing that eats people."

"The seventh station was pierced by hunting dogs, so it must be dirty here too."

"It just scared us with a blank cannon."

"Dry shots aren't scary; what's truly frightening is that they know we're coming."

Wang Hu's eyebrows shot up when he heard this.

"Can you guys stop scaring yourselves?"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the giant boiler truck himself.

The thing lay on the tracks, its thick armor terrifyingly heavy, and the flames inside the furnace flickered, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.

Wang Hu clicked his tongue.

"Damn it, this old man's car doesn't look like it belongs in the sun."

Little Fire was still standing in the main control room of Zhenshan, its paws pressing on the log pages.

It did not close the notebook immediately.

The pair of golden eyes swept over the mechanical linkage below the main control panel, and the tail slowly lowered.

"Owner."

"This line of text is not ink."

"It was drawn with a pencil."

Su Yuan stood at the rear of the Devouring Wasteland vehicle, having just removed half of the old winch frame.

His expression remained unchanged after he heard this.

He placed the wrench in his hand on the metal plate at the rear of the vehicle and jumped off.

Military boots stepped on the pieces scattered on the ground.

when.

when.

when.

He walked step by step through the scattered armor plates, spring assemblies, old track pins, and black oil drums, heading straight for the Zhenshan truck's cab.

Those survivors instinctively gave way.

No one dared to stop them.

But Tang Lan blocked it.

She quickly walked to Su Yuan's side and reached out to block him.

"Don't go up there."

Su Yuan looked at her.

Tang Lan's chin was tense, and her voice was low, but she couldn't suppress her anxiety.

"Su Yuan, I know you don't believe in superstitions."

"The boiler was about to explode just now, and you managed to bring it back down. I'm impressed."

"If you can pull out number 013 after the seventh station collapses, I'll be impressed."

"But this time is different."

She raised her hand and pointed to the journal.

Even a super-heavy locomotive like Zhenshan had to reverse.

"This isn't an ordinary roadblock."

"The only thing that can make a 1,000-ton old locomotive from Earth turn around and run away is either a god or a freak from a higher dimension."

The survivors around them nodded in agreement.

The renewed morale that had just been rekindled was shattered by the diary entry from "three hours ago".

A survivor with bandages wrapped around his shoulder gritted his teeth and said, "The captain is right."

"This armory is large enough."

"Canned food, purified water, armor, and spare parts are all available."

"The explosion-proof door is also thick."

"If we lock the door and stay here, we can hold out for at least a long time."

The other person immediately chimed in.

"right."

"Going out means giving away gifts."

"We've missed the seventh stop, we can't afford to rush forward any further."

"No matter how strong the lead vehicle is, it can't run over all the monsters."

Wang Hu's face darkened.

"You guys were really enthusiastic about shouting for the lead car just now, but now you're acting all cowardly."

The young survivor blushed.

"We're not cowards."

"We want to live!"

"What's wrong with being alive?"

Just as Wang Hu was about to start cursing, Su Yuan raised his hand.

Wang Hu swallowed his words back, exhaling heavily through his nose.

Tang Lan stared at Su Yuan.

"It's not shameful to stay here."

"There are supplies, defenses, and locomotives here."

"We can fix it, we can wait, we can slowly find another way."

"That thing ahead forced even Zhenshan to retreat. If you rush over now, you're gambling with everyone's lives."

Su Yuan looked at her, his tone very flat.

"You want to stay?"

Tang Lan did not back down.

"Yes."

"I suggest we hold our ground and defend our position."

"I'm not asking you to listen to me, but as the captain of train number 013, I have to make this clear upfront."

"There aren't many people left at the seventh station."

"They were just dragged out of the fire by you, they shouldn't be taken to the next grave immediately."

Upon hearing this, many people in room 013 lowered their heads.

Someone gripped the butt of their rifle tightly.

Some people looked at the canned goods and water barrels in the armory with longing in their eyes.

That kind of desire is very real.

In the wasteland, having food, water, and shelter from the wind is all that matters.

No matter how exciting the unknown road ahead may be, it can't compare to the boxes and boxes of supplies right in front of us.

Xu Shen opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He knew that Tang Lan was not deserting her post.

She was taking on the pressure for the survivors.

But he also knew that Su Yuan wouldn't be stopped by such a reason.

Su Yuan didn't look at Tang Lan again.

He walked around her, stepped onto the escalator on the side of the car, and entered the main control room of Zhenshan.

Tang Lan's expression changed.

"Su Yuan!"

Wang Hu carried the main hook to the side, and when it hit the ground, the iron plate shook.

He stood between Tang Lan and the survivors, grinning, and said, "Don't rush."

"Let him see."

"If you think it's a ghost, he can usually take a bearing off the ghost."

No one laughed.

Nobody can laugh now.

After entering the main control room, Su Yuan did not touch any high-dimensional remnants, nor did he use any special means.

He simply stood next to the driving logbook, looking down at the shriveled pencil tucked between the last pages.

The pencil was pitifully short, wrapped with a small brass clip.

A thin robotic arm is attached to the back of the copper clamp.

The end effector of the robotic arm is not a motor.

It's a connecting rod.

Further down is a row of pure copper gear sets.

The gear set is connected to a small pressure recorder on the boiler steam pipe via a cam and a thin shaft.

The control room was filled with coal dust.

But the device was protected by a metal shield, and the internal gear surfaces were still clean.

Su Yuan reached out and picked up the pencil.

The pencil's end was gripped tightly by the mechanical clamp.

He looked down along the copper rod and found an old-fashioned reset valve next to it.

Four small characters were written on the valve handle.

Recording and playback.

Su Yuan raised his hand and pressed down.

Click.

A plume of white steam billowed from the small steam pipe next to the boiler.

The pure copper gear slowly rotates, and the cam lifts the connecting rod.

The robotic arm held the pencil and drew a standard horizontal line stiffly in the blank space of the paper.

The horizontal line is very straight.

The pressure is very even.

There are also slight drag marks at the end.

Everyone below the control room saw it.

Xiao Huo's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Automatic recording mechanism".

Su Yuan tore off that page and casually tossed it downwards.

The paper spun and fell, but Wang Hu caught it.

Su Yuan stood at the door of the control room, looking down at the group of people below with stiff expressions.

"What ghost or living person?"

"A steam-powered typewriter from the old days of Earth."

"The text is automatically triggered by changes in pressure."

He kicked the row of brass gears below the main control panel.

"This system was originally designed for use with unmanned tractor units."

"As the locomotive reverses, the boiler pressure changes, the cutting disc automatically rotates to the corresponding template, and the robotic arm writes the log according to the template."

"Have you guys been in the wasteland for so long that seeing a pencil move makes you start planning paranormal experiences for yourselves?"

The group of people below froze.

The young survivor who had just shouted that there was something dirty in the front of the car was blushing so badly that he wished he could bury his head in his collar.

The veteran mechanic squeezed forward, took the paper, and examined it closely.

He touched the horizontal line with his rough fingers, then looked up at the gear assembly in the control room.

His facial expression changed from shock to embarrassment.

Then it all became a sudden realization.

"It's really a recording device."

"Old-fashioned."

"I saw half a set in an abandoned mine garage when I was a child."

"The condition of the train is judged by changes in boiler pressure and track resistance."

Another mechanic came over and patted his forehead.

"How could I have forgotten about that?"

"It wasn't written by someone."

"Remember the car yourself."

Wang Hu burst out laughing.

"OK."

"The Boiler Ghost Case Solved."

"Suspect, pencil."

The little fire peeked out from the control room, its tail wagging.

"Brother Tiger, strictly speaking, it's the pressure recording cam that drives the pencil."

Wang Hu waved his hand.

"Don't attend class."

"All I want to know now is who said the front of the car eats people?"

The survivors all bowed their heads.

No one dared to utter a sound.

Tang Lan's expression softened somewhat, but she didn't completely relent.

She picked up the journal page and pointed to that line of text.

Even if it's not a ghost.

"The content is still there."

"Non-mechanical matter devours the orbit."

She looked up at Su Yuan.

"This is not just empty talk."

"The automatic recording system of the Zhenshan vehicle will not write data out of thin air."

"Something did eat up the tracks ahead."

"It can't even withstand alloy steel rails that are a few hundred millimeters thick."

"If we drive onto it, our chassis will likely be melted through."

The person who had just relaxed became nervous again.

This time, no one mentioned ghosts again.

But the fear didn't disappear; it just changed its shell.

Gods and ghosts are fake.

It's true that the road ahead will be eroded by steel rails.

Someone in cell 013 whispered, "The captain is right."

"Things that eat orbital tracks are more troublesome than ghosts."

"At least you can hide from ghosts."

"The tracks are gone, how will the train move?"

Xiao Huo flipped through the old records of the Zhenshan vehicle's front end, its claws hovering near several wear lines.

"Master, there are abnormal resistance peaks in the measured data."

"The resistance of the load-bearing wheels increases dramatically more than 300 meters ahead of Zhenshan."

"Subsequently, corrosion appeared on the outer layer of the wheel hub, and abnormal adhesion occurred on the rail surface."

"It was indeed forced to come back."

Wang Hu frowned.

"What on earth is that thing up ahead?"

Su Yuan did not answer.

He jumped down from the control room and landed next to the first set of load-bearing wheels on the Zhenshan locomotive.

The wheels were taller than a person, and the outer edge of the wheels was covered with a layer of dark red, sticky substance.

Previously, everyone's attention was focused on the boiler and the log, and no one looked at it closely.

Su Yuan drew his military knife and scraped off a small piece with the back of the blade.

The stuff was stuck to the back of the knife, smelled of rust, and contained fine black spores.

He rubbed it with his fingertips.

The viscous substance was rubbed apart, revealing the corroded metal powder inside.

Su Yuan held it to his nose and sniffed, then sneered.

"Methionella tinctoria".

The expressions of the several veteran mechanics changed simultaneously.

Su Yuan turned around and looked at everyone.

"Extremely corrosive bacteria commonly found in deep-sea geothermal areas."

"It does not obey the laws of higher dimensions."

"We don't eat souls."

"We don't eat living people."

"It only gnaws on exposed metal oxides."

He pointed to the load-bearing wheel of the Zhenshan vehicle.

"This locomotive has been stored away for too long."

"The outer anti-corrosion coating on the wheel hub has peeled off."

"It drove into the fungal area, and its rim came into direct contact with the spore bed."

"Fungi feed on rust and oxide layers, adhere to the rail surface, and cause a surge in frictional resistance."

"It's not that Zhenshan can't be defeated."

"It wasn't treated with preservatives, so it got stuck."

He looked at the group of survivors from Station Seven, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"You bunch of people who scavenge for a living in the wasteland have been terrified by higher-dimensional systems."

"You've even forgotten basic common sense about rust?"

After those words were spoken, the maintenance station fell completely silent.

Several veteran mechanics rushed to the side of the load-bearing wheel and took turns scraping off a little bit of dark red sticky substance.

Someone is rubbing it.

Someone heard it.

Someone used a lighter to roast a small piece.

The dark red, sticky substance curls up when heated, emitting a pungent, acidic smell, and the black spores inside quickly carbonize.

A white-bearded mechanic slapped his thigh.

"right!"

"It's Ichthyophthirius multifiliis."

"I saw it at the bottom of Mine No. 3 when I was young."

"It is not afraid of moisture or heat, but it is afraid of being isolated from the metal oxide layer."

"It can block asphalt, heavy oil, and ceramic powder."

Another mechanic's face turned red with excitement.

"Damn it, he's really not a higher-dimensional freak."

It's a bacterium.

"We were almost scared to death by a patch of bacteria and shut the door."

The young survivors' faces were burning.

Tang Lan looked at Su Yuan, her lips moved, but in the end she couldn't refute him.

She is the train conductor.

She understands mechanics.

Therefore, she understood even more how ruthless Su Yuan's judgment was.

With just a single line of diary entries and a remnant of a wheel hub, he stripped away everyone's mystical anxieties.

Xu Shen coughed a few times with his head down, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I knew it."

"He doesn't do stupid things he's not sure he can do."

Wang Hu slung the wrench over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at the group of people who had just advocated for a defensive stance.

"Did you hear me?"

"Not a god."

"It's a mushroom."

Xiao Huo corrected, "It's a fungus, not a mushroom."

Wang Hu glared at it.

"They're about the same."

Xiao Huo said seriously, "It's very different."

Wang Hu was too lazy to argue.

"Fine, you win."

"Anyway, we're going to drive over mushrooms today."

Su Yuan sheathed his military sword and gave the order directly.

"Wang Hu".

"Take men to the lowest level of the armory."

"Three large barrels of Bluestar heavy oil asphalt, all of them, have been hauled out."

Wang Hu immediately turned around.

"Did you hear that?"

"Everyone who wants to live, get moving!"

"Stop standing there like a statue!"

The few survivors who had been trembling just moments before were jolted awake by his scolding and quickly followed.

Su Yuan continued, "Small fire."

"Retrieve the anti-corrosion records and fungal resistance curves of Zhenshan."

"I need the rail surface adhesion thickness, corrosion rate, and chassis contact height."

The little fire claw tapped the mechanical abacus next to the old instrument.

"clear."

Su Yuan looked at Tang Lan.

"Can the track guards be removed from No. 013?"

Tang Lan immediately snapped out of her daze.

"able."

"The right track is ruined, but the left one is still usable."

"The armory has spare tracks and suspensions."

Su Yuan said, "Change."

"The entire outer side of the chassis is coated with asphalt."

"Thicken coating on the outer edge of the track links."

"Exposed bearing sleeve anti-corrosion cloth".

"Pile the ammunition boxes and water tanks in the middle section."

"Don't make the rear of the car too heavy."

Tang Lan did not argue further.

She grabbed the communicator and shouted into car 013, "Everyone get off the bus."

"Two people will stay to look after the wounded."

"All the other movable ones, go and remove the protective covers and replace the tracks."

"If anyone shouts 'Stay put and hold your ground,' I'll personally hang them on the back of my car as a warning sign."

The 013 room immediately erupted in a flurry of activity.

The crowd, who had just been listless, were now dragged back into work mode by Su Yuan and Tang Lan.

The fear has not completely dissipated.

But when you have a wrench in your hand, it's less likely that you'll have wild thoughts.

The lowest level of the armory was quickly opened.

Wang Hu and his men dragged out three large barrels of old-era heavy oil asphalt from Blue Star.

The outer shell of the barrel is ridiculously thick, and there are even sealing labels on it.

Special anti-corrosion coating for the bottom of railway tracks in the deep abyss.

Open flames are prohibited.

Do not drink.

Wang Hu laughed when he saw the last four words.

"Does this even need to be written?"

A survivor nearby, panting, said, "You can find all sorts of people in the wasteland."

Wang Hu thought for a moment and nodded.

"Too."

"When people are starving, they'll even taste engine oil."

After the lid of the asphalt drum was pried open, a strong smell of oil wafted out.

The dark, shiny heavy asphalt slowly churned, its stickiness terrifying.

Su Yuan personally adjusted the proportions.

Heavy oil asphalt, ceramic powder, waste graphite shavings, a small amount of cold spring water emulsifier, and then add engine oil to adjust the fluidity.

Several mechanics stared wide-eyed.

"Who taught you this recipe?"

Su Yuan did not look up.

"The car will teach you."

The man paused for a moment, then didn't dare ask any more questions.

Soon, the entire maintenance station was transformed into a hardcore wasteland repair shop.

Sparks from the welding went flying everywhere.

The old-fashioned hydraulic press made a low, grinding sound.

The jack lifted the rear of the Devourer vehicle, exposing the rear load-bearing beam.

Wang Hu led his men to dismantle the old winch frame.

The steel cable that had carried them back from the cliff at the seventh station was placed aside.

The outer layer of metal wire was stained with blood.

Wang Hu touched the steel cable and muttered, "Old buddy, you've done your part in retiring."

A small fire peeked out from the side.

"Tiger, you can't retire."

"The owner said to cut it shorter and use it as a secondary tow rope."

Wang Hu immediately changed his tune.

"Old buddy, you keep working overtime."

"The wasteland has no retirement."

Xiao Huo nodded.

"objective."

Su Yuan used an old-fashioned hydraulic press to bend two thick armor plates to fit the angle of the load-bearing beam at the stern of the Shihuang.

He held the main hook with one hand and adjusted the position of the locking tongue.

Wang Hu and the four survivors worked together to push the buffer spring assembly.

Those springs were ridiculously thick, and when compressed, they made a rattling sound that made your teeth ache.

"Stay calm."

Su Yuandao.

Wang Hu gritted his teeth.

"It's all set."

"This thing has an even tougher temper than the commander of train number 013."

A cold voice came through the communicator: "I can hear you."

Wang Hu chuckled and said, "I'm praising you."

Tang Lan ignored him.

Su Yuan inserted the mechanical locking tongue into the main hook seat.

The hydraulic press is pressed down.

The metal emitted a dull, deforming sound.

Then, the welding torch lit up.

Su Yuan held the welding torch with his left hand, and the welding line moved along the load-bearing beam.

A spark flew to his sleeve, but he didn't even blink.

Xiao Huo kept an eye on the temperature.

"The weld depth is sufficient."

"The main hook seat deviation is 0.7 millimeters."

Su Yuan said, "Gasket."

Wang Hu immediately handed over the thick pad.

"They're here."

On the other side, No. 013 was also completely dismantled.

Tang Lan and her men removed the damaged armor and dismantled the crippled right track.

The old track had been bitten off by the swarm leader, and the links were twisted into a messy shape.

She glanced at it, her expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

It's a miracle that this thing has lasted this long.

Spare tracks were pulled out of the armory.

The veteran mechanic used a pulley system to lift the track, and several people worked together to push it under chassis number 013.

Tang Lan crawled under the car herself, half of her face covered in black grease.

"Replace the secondary axle of the load-bearing wheel."

"Move all the suspension springs."

Don't be reluctant to part with it.

"No saving this time."

Someone hesitated and asked, "Captain, should we send everyone in?"

Tang Lan poked her head out from under the car, her eyes glaring fiercely.

"Full up."

"The spare parts won't protect you from fungi."

The man immediately shut up.

Boxes of military compressed dry rations were loaded onto the Devourer.

The pure cold spring water was stored in the storage compartment and the external water tank.

Inorganic engine oil, spare cooling pump housing, gas regulating valve, ceramic anti-corrosion cloth, and old-style mechanical brakes were all classified and fixed according to Su Yuan's instructions.

Wang Hu was extremely excited as he moved the artillery shells.

He dragged half a box of 013 main gun shells to the side of the Devourer.

Xiao Huo saw this and immediately stopped him.

"Tiger, the master said to put the ammunition in the middle of position 013."

Wang Hu was very serious.

"I'll just take a look."

Xiao Huo squinted.

"You were holding me very tightly just now."

Wang Hu coughed.

"It's normal for men to lose control when they see a large-caliber gun."

Tang Lan passed by and gave him a cold look.

"Don't try to dismantle my shells."

Wang Hu shrugged.

"The way you're saying that shows a complete lack of trust."

Tang Lan said, "You don't seem like a trustworthy person."

Wang Hu wanted to refute, but after thinking for a long time, he realized that he didn't have any strong evidence.

We have no choice but to keep moving.

Four hours passed.

The once cold and impersonal track area in the maintenance station has been completely transformed.

The tail of the Devourer was fitted with an ultra-heavy physical traction connector.

The main hook hangs heavily under the rear beam, while the secondary hook and buffer spring assembly are fixed side by side, and the bidirectional anti-impact tie rod is pressed down very steadily.

The undercarriage, wheel arches, front beam, and outer layer of the hound armor were all coated with a thick layer of black heavy asphalt.

A layer of ceramic powder and graphite shavings was sprinkled on the outside of the asphalt, and then dried by hot air until it was half-dry, resulting in a rough and dark surface.

It's not pretty.

But it looks durable.

Number 013 has also changed its appearance.

The new track on the right side has been installed.

The chassis suspension was replaced with parts stored in the military depot.

Although the external armor was not restored to its original state, thick anti-corrosion plates were added to key areas.

The middle section of the carriage was filled with ammunition, clean water, and compressed dry rations. The wounded were placed on the inner side, with a layer of anti-corrosion cloth and thin armor covering them.

The truck head in Zhenshan was not attached to the convoy.

It's too big, and the gauge doesn't perfectly match the abyss branch ahead.

Su Yuan only took its traction connector and military supplies.

But the furnace was still burning steadily.

The main pressure relief valve was temporarily repaired, and the gas valve was closed to the safe position.

The old car was parked in the repair shop, like an old soldier whose sanity had been restored.

The survivors of the seventh station stood on both sides of the platform, their eyes gradually changing as they looked at the dark, heavily armored monsters in front of them.

They were trying to close the door and hide.

Now, looking at the cargo loaded with supplies and the heavy chassis, their hands started itching again.

Someone put the wrench back into their waistband.

Someone re-examined the firearms.

Someone bent down and tightened their shoelaces.

The fear remains.

But it was weighed down by the weight of the steel.

Tang Lan jumped down from the top of No. 013 with swift movements.

She picked up the walkie-talkie.

"The lead car."

"Ammunition No. 013 is fully loaded."

"Chassis armor complete."

"Two coats of anti-corrosion coating have been applied to the tracks."

"We can rush into the fungal zone at any time."

Wang Hu stood next to the Devourer and wiped the black oil off his face.

"That's more like it."

"Where are those people who were yelling for us to close the door?"

A young survivor raised his hand and said awkwardly, "Here."

Wang Hu looked at him.

"Is it still closed?"

The young survivor glanced at the Devourer and then at Number 013.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't shut it down."

"Drive over there."

Wang Hu nodded in satisfaction.

"There has been progress."

Xiao Huo climbed back to the Devourer's console and gained access to the Hound Navigation Hub, Xu Shen's Nameplate, and Abyss Rail permissions.

A model of the track ahead pops up on the screen.

Three hundred meters away, the track began to be covered by a dark red layer of adhesion.

It gets thicker as you go further in.

Deeper in, the radar feedback was chaotic, as if large, soft objects were crawling along the track surface.

The small fire's tail is taut.

"Master, the length of the fungal region cannot be fully measured at this time."

"The thickness of the rail surface coating within 100 meters ahead is up to 19 centimeters."

"It was here that the resistance to Zhenshan surged dramatically."

Su Yuan sat back in the driver's seat.

The cool-colored light next to the mechanical eye on the left hand flickered.

He turned the key.

The Devourer's engine roared first, then the nuclear battery pack was connected, and the cold spring water pump started circulation.

The exhaust pipe spewed out a torrent of black smoke.

The headlights suddenly blazed on, their beams cutting through the darkness in front of the maintenance station.

The blast door in front slowly opened.

The heavy lock beams retracted one by one.

The abyss track outside the door is revealed.

Dark red fungi spread across the rails, undulating slowly against the sleepers.

As the headlights swept over them, the surface of the black spore fungi contracted slightly, revealing the pitted and chewed metal rail surface underneath.

Number 013 was attached to the main hook at the tail of the Devourer.

The mechanical locking tongue is closed.

Click.

This time it wasn't a temporary steel cable.

It is a purely physical heavy-duty traction connector.

thick.

fool.

reliable.

Tang Lan sat in the driver's seat of vehicle number 013, her hand pressing down on the communicator.

"Number 013 is in position."

There were 23 people in the car.

"The wounded have been secured."

"Machine guns are available."

"The main gun is temporarily partially locked, but the shells are still in place."

Wang Hu sat back in the passenger seat, grinning.

"It's okay if the cannon is half-locked."

"Fungi won't fight you head-on."

Xiao Huo suddenly looked up.

"Owner."

"The radar received abnormal long and short waves."

Su Yuan looked at the screen.

On the dilapidated radar, a very faint physical signal emerged from deep within the fungal zone.

It is not a high-dimensional channel.

It's not a wasteland network.

It's an outdated long and short wave encryption.

Nourishing.

zizi.

There is a lot of noise.

The small flame decodes quickly, and the eyes open wider and wider.

"It's in Chinese."

Intermittent broadcasts squeezed out of the console.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

"Pangu Project Base 04..."

"Requesting physical support..."

"We still have survivors..."

The carriage fell silent instantly.

Xu Shen suddenly propped himself up, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to sweat profusely from the pain.

"Base 04?"

Tang Lan spoke urgently into the communicator.

"Base 04 is not in the Abyss Railway archives."

"At least the seventh station is not accessible."

Wang Hu gripped the handrail, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

"Living people."

"There are still living people in the sea of ​​fungi."

Xiao Huo stared at the signal source.

"The signal is extremely weak."

"The source is deep within the fungal region."

"The orbital directions match."

Su Yuan remained silent.

He pressed down on the accelerator with his right foot.

The Devourer's vehicle suddenly sank.

The heavy, corrosion-resistant chassis hurtled forward, hugging the rails.

The tracks and tires rolled over the first patch of dark red fungus.

creak.

crunch.

A series of teeth-grinding, explosive noises came from under the car.

The pitch-black heavy oil asphalt layer was frantically attached to by fungi, and then scraped apart by wheel pressure and ceramic powder.

The Devourer, towing No. 013 and with its headlights on, plunged into the dark red fungal sea.

On the console, the faint wave, with its varying lengths, continued to flicker intermittently.

"Zzz... Base 04..."

"Requesting physical support..."

"Sizzle... We still have survivors..."