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

Su Yuan took out the tuxedo that had just been taken from the butler from the storage space of the bracelet.

It feels silky smooth to the touch, made of exquisite materials, and has a slightly cool feel without being icy. Upon closer inspection, there seems to be a very faint sheen flowing through the warp and weft threads of the fabric, making it clear that it is not an ordinary product.

【Name: Custom-made tuxedo】

[Quality: Rare]

【Effect 1: Dust-Free (This garment has a special enchantment that automatically repels dust and stains, ensuring it never gets dirty.)】

[Effect Two: Fits Well (This garment can be subtly adjusted to suit the wearer's body shape to present the most perfect etiquette.)]

【Effect 3: Anti-corrosion (This garment is durable and can be passed down through generations)】

[Hidden Note: Due to the resentment tainted by too much killing, the mask hidden beneath the etiquette is rage; those who wear it are more prone to losing control of their emotions.]

"It's alright." Su Yuan weighed it in his hand; it was very light.

"I can reduce the negative keywords when I get back later," he thought to himself, and casually put the clothes into the bracelet's storage.

On the other side, the headless butler's corpse had already turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the air after Su Yuan killed it, leaving not a trace.

"Is that all? I thought I might get some good materials." Su Yuan looked at the empty ground and was somewhat disappointed.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

"Never mind, the person in question is still inside. I hope they won't disappoint me."

His gaze fell upon the black castle that lurked like a lurking beast in the night.

The castle gate is a huge double door made of pure black iron, standing five meters tall. The door is carved with intricate and eerie black swan reliefs, and the door knockers on both sides are two lifelike swan heads, coldly gazing at the world outside with their empty eyes.

Su Yuan could clearly sense the presence of eight living people behind the door.

They were strong or weak, but without exception, they were all like candles flickering in the wind, their breaths disordered, huddled in their respective corners, trembling.

"Eight talents... I wonder how many can be sewn up." Su Yuan stroked his chin, already starting to plan in his mind. "I hope I don't die too quickly. If I end up being cooked, I wonder if the talents can still be extracted. At least I can collect a whole corpse."

As for how to get in...

Su Yuan examined the seemingly indestructible iron gate.

He took two steps back, his body sinking slightly, and the muscles in his right leg bulged instantly, like a coiled dragon, full of explosive power.

He took a deep breath, focused his energy into his dantian, then lowered his waist and rotated his hips, and without warning, kicked out!

boom--!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted on the deathly silent lakeside!

The two solid black iron doors, each weighing several tons, were instantly dented and deformed by Su Yuan's earth-shattering kick, just like two fragile cookies!

The door hinge emitted a teeth-grinding twisting sound, and countless rust and dust fell down.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud crash, the two massive iron doors detached from their frames and flew inwards with a whoosh, crashing heavily onto the smooth marble floor of the castle hall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

For a moment, the entire castle seemed to shake violently from this earth-shattering kick.

Inside the castle hall.

The eight players sat upright, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They sat around a magnificent long table that could seat thirty people at once, and tension and unease were written all over their faces.

The candlelight flickered across the long dining table, casting long, distorted shadows on everyone.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and the aroma of food, the two smells strangely mixed together, making one's stomach churn.

Just now, that terrifying man who called himself "the butler" used an elegant yet cruel method to turn a poor guy into a chair made of flesh and bones in front of everyone, just because he complained that "this chair is a bit cold".

That piercing scream still seems to echo above the dome of the hall.

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to make a move.

Those who die, including Su Yuan, are not counted in the player count.

The reason why there were two players online in Haidu before was because those two people still had a breath left.

As for why Su Yuan didn't count, he remembered that his player ID had been reset to zero, and that Xiao Huo had said that the two of them were no longer under the jurisdiction of the Train World.

"Is it related to this? Or is it just that I'm not showing myself off, and I'm just overthinking things..." A doubt flashed through Su Yuan's mind, but he quickly put it out of his mind.

At that moment, the deafening roar that shook the entire castle struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

All eight people saw fear in their eyes, but due to the rules, none of them dared to speak, only muttering to themselves.

"What's going on?" A burly man in a jacket asked, his forehead beaded with cold sweat and his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

"Is the butler back again? Or has someone else broken the rules?" A bespectacled man, his face ashen, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Was it another earthquake? Is there a monster attack? What was that loud noise just now?" A woman bit her lip so hard it almost bled.

"Should I run away or sit here? Damn it, is this a test or a trap?!"

Just as everyone was feeling uneasy and lost in thought, a figure walked in unhurriedly, against the cold night wind blowing in from the doorway, stepping over the gravel and dust on the ground.

A short while later, Su Yuan walked into the hall, ignoring the terrified stares, then dusted off his hands and said innocently:

"Sorry I'm late."

His voice wasn't loud, but when everyone heard it, it felt like a bolt from the blue.

Eight pairs of eyes were all focused on him.

Shock, confusion, fear—a complex mix of emotions swirled in those eyes.

Su Yuan entered the hall and quickly scanned the eight players present with his senses.

Six men and two women.

Most of them were weak and no different from ordinary people. Only one or two were slightly stronger, but only to a limited extent. At this moment, they were all frightened birds and not worth worrying about.

He pulled out a chair and sat down with an air of nonchalance, as if he were not attending a treacherous banquet, but rather returning to his own living room.

This composure stood in stark contrast to the eight trembling figures around him.

Finally, in the deathly silence, a timid voice rang out.

"You...you have to be careful. We need to be careful here, otherwise the butler will come..."

The speaker was a girl at the end of the table, who looked to be in her early twenties, with a ponytail and some freckles on her face.

Her voice trembled, but her eyes held a hint of reluctance and anxiety.

She mustered all the courage she had ever had, lowered her voice, and warned Su Yuan about the castle's "rules" and the butler's "terrifying" nature.

"When we first arrived, there were ten of us. But now... now there are only eight of us left."

The girl's eyes reddened, and her voice trembled with tears.

"One person was made into a chair of flesh and blood simply because of a single complaint!"

"And another one, because I accidentally broke a cup, he... he used his fingers to poke me into a pile of minced meat!"

"Oh? That butler is that capable?"

"Of course it's amazing!"

The girl was so anxious she was about to cry. She felt this person was completely unreasonable. Did he really have a death wish?

"We all have invitations! It's all written clearly on them!"

She held up the gold-embossed card in her hand, her fingers trembling, and pointed to the words on it.

"Formal attire is mandatory! Absolute silence must be maintained during meals! Not a single blade of grass or tree in the castle may be damaged! Violation of this rule will be considered a provocation against the Queen and will result in your being served at the banquet!"

"And there are many more table manners not listed above that we need to constantly follow!"

"Don't you have an invitation? Haven't you seen these?"

Su Yuan blinked as he looked at the crumpled card in the girl's hand.

"An invitation..."

He reached into his pocket.

The eyes of those around him instantly focused on his hand, wanting to see what gave this madman his confidence.

"You mean this?"

Su Yuan pulled a stack of things out of his pocket and casually tossed them onto the table.

pat.

It was a neat stack of gold-embossed invitations, at least a dozen of them.

Each one was stained with dark red blood, blood that hadn't dried completely.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.

The short-haired girl stared wide-eyed at the pile of familiar cards on the table, her mind going blank.

That was... a spare invitation the butler was carrying?

Stealing just one card might be possible.

But this thick stack of papers... unless you strip the butler naked, there's absolutely no way you can get your hands on it.

Recalling the loud noise she had just heard, an unbelievable thought exploded in her mind.

She suddenly looked up at Su Yuan, her lips trembling so much that she could barely speak.

"You...you...you...you..."