Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

The flames of the bonfire still leaped, their crackling sounds mingling with the torrential rain outside, echoing slowly through the dilapidated temple.

"Young men, you're really amazing! So young and already able to transport corpses on your own..."

Qingfeng continued to enthusiastically find topics to discuss, from the techniques of corpse driving to strange tales of evil spirits from various places. His words were still cheerful, but deep in his eyes, a hidden greed would occasionally flash. His gaze would always drift imperceptibly to the blood coffin next to the offering table, linger for a moment, and then quickly look away, pretending to be nonchalant.

"It's nothing..." Lin Yuan usually just nodded in response, and when he did speak, he would only pick some unimportant topics to brush it off.

An Xin remained by the blood coffin the entire time, with her sniper rifle at her side. She gripped the corpse control bell tightly in one hand and lightly rested the trigger on the other. Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, watching the five people's every move. Even the slightest exchange of glances between them could not escape her notice.

The group chatted casually, the atmosphere seemingly peaceful, but undercurrents were actually swirling beneath the surface.

The four Taoists behind Qingfeng appeared to be drying their robes, but in reality, they had already divided up their tasks. Two of them pretended to chat, but their eyes were secretly fixed on Lin Yuan and An Xin, observing their every move.

The other two, under the pretext of organizing the zombie team, subtly glanced at the crimson coffin that Lin Yuan was carefully escorting, a hint of covetousness flashing in their eyes.

"Brother Lin, where are you headed this time, transporting corpses?" Qingfeng rubbed his hands together, a hearty smile on his face, and asked casually, but his gaze fell on the blood coffin again: "Judging from the appearance of this blood coffin, it must contain an extremely powerful zombie, right? To be honest, in all my years of transporting corpses, this is the first time I've seen such an exquisite blood coffin. The contents inside must be anything but simple."

Lin Yuan looked up at Qingfeng, his tone calm and neither humble nor arrogant: "It's just a normal corpse-driving mission, and I can't reveal the destination. This blood coffin is just a container used to seal the zombies; there's nothing special about it."

He deliberately downplayed the importance of the blood coffin to avoid attracting more covetousness, but he also knew that the five people in front of him probably already had ulterior motives towards the blood coffin.

Qingfeng smiled and didn't press further, but the greed in his eyes grew even stronger.

Having been involved in the corpse-driving world for many years, he had seen all kinds of coffins. This blood coffin was entirely crimson, with a faint blood-red halo surrounding its surface, exuding a rich yet pure sinister aura. It was definitely not an ordinary sealing container.

He had already concluded that the creature sealed in such a blood coffin must be a powerful and resentful zombie. If he could seize it, whether by refining it for his own use or extracting its evil power, he could elevate his strength to a higher level and even gain a foothold in the Qingcheng Mountain lineage, becoming a top-tier corpse driver.

Anxin, who was standing to the side, noticed the greed in Qingfeng's eyes and quietly nudged Lin Yuan's arm, giving him a wary look.

Lin Yuan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and secretly prepared for battle.

After talking for a while, Lin Yuan and An Xin's clothes were gradually dried by the fire, and the chill completely dissipated.

The two stopped and nodded slightly to Qingfeng and the others before turning back to the blood coffin. They stood guard on either side, their eyes fixed on the heavy rain outside the temple gate. They seemed to be waiting for the rain to stop, but in reality, they were constantly on guard against the five corpse drivers who were in the same room.

Seeing Lin Yuan and An Xin return to the blood coffin, Qingfeng's cheerful smile gradually faded, and the sinister and greedy look in his eyes was completely exposed.

He gave a wink to his four junior brothers behind him, who immediately understood and quietly surrounded him. The group huddled in a corner, using zombies to conceal themselves, and began to plot in hushed tones, afraid that Lin Yuan and An Xin would overhear them.

"Senior brother, look at that blood coffin! It's definitely not simple. The zombie inside must be a treasure!" A thin Taoist priest spoke first, his voice low, his eyes filled with greed, and his tone tinged with excitement. "If we can get our hands on the blood coffin, we'll never have to work so hard driving corpses again, and our strength will skyrocket!"

This Taoist priest was Qingfeng's third junior brother, named Xuanyin. He was treacherous and lewd, and always greedy. Just now, when he was looking at Lin Yuan and Anxin, his eyes were fixed on Anxin, and his eyes were full of ill intentions.

At this moment, when the topic of the blood coffin came up, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards An Xin, a lewd smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He added, "Not only do we want to seize the blood coffin, but that woman is so beautiful and has such a great figure. Why don't we take her down too and have some fun with her? That way, this trip won't have been in vain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other Taoists chimed in, their eyes gleaming with lewdness and greed: "Third Senior Brother is right! That woman is indeed stunning, more beautiful than any woman we've ever seen. To win her over would mean getting a treasure and enjoying pleasure at the same time—it would be a perfect deal!"

"But senior brother, those two young people don't seem easy to deal with either. The man has faint lightning fluctuations around him, so he's probably quite strong. The woman is also holding a strange weapon that looks very lethal. If we fight head-on, we might suffer a loss." A tall Taoist frowned, his tone tinged with worry. He was Qingfeng's second junior brother, Xuanhu, who was relatively calm and thoughtful.

Qingfeng chuckled coldly, his eyes sinister, his tone laced with disdain: "What are you afraid of? We have five people and more than twenty zombies, while they only have two people and seven or eight zombies. In terms of numbers and strength, we have an absolute advantage."

He paused, then continued, "Although that man has the power of lightning, I think he's too young to have cultivated lightning magic to a high level. He can probably only barely use lightning magic... Although that woman is wary, as long as we can control her first, that man will definitely be distracted. Then we can easily take them down and seize the blood coffin."

"But senior brother, what if they resist and we fight them head-on? What if something unexpected happens? That would be troublesome," Xuanhu said again, still somewhat worried.

Xuan Yin waved his hand impatiently: "Second Senior Brother, you're just too cowardly! This is the middle of nowhere, and it's pouring rain. Who else would come here besides us? What kind of accident could happen? Besides, as long as we finish this quickly, we can take them down in no time, and there won't be any other trouble."