Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

The six people sat around the dining table in Taotie Kitchen.

The earthworm meat is cut into thick slices and fried on a hot plate until it sizzles and drips oil, with the edges crispy and the center tender and red.

Stir-fried bok choy, with the aroma of garlic mixed with the sweetness of the vegetables, is a delightful green color.

Jiang Youchu picked up a piece of earthworm meat and put it in her mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, her eyes lit up: "This meat is chewy, unlike the tough meat of spirit pork."

"This earthworm is a bit like beef, with coarse muscle fibers and a high fat content." Su Qingxuan picked up a piece and chewed slowly. "After frying, the fat melts, making it more fragrant than spirit pork."

Shen Wen didn't say anything, and kept putting pieces into his mouth. When he ate the eighth piece, the system panel popped up.

[Eat 8 pieces of earthworm meat (Black Iron grade), Constitution +2]

He raised an eyebrow and turned off the panel.

Bai Shuiyao sat next to him, eating quite quickly as well. She had a strong physique and a large appetite; once the earthworm meat was in her stomach, a notification popped up on the control panel.

[Eat 6 pieces of earthworm meat (Black Iron grade), Constitution +1]

"How much did you add?" Shen Wen turned to look at her.

Bai Shuiyao swallowed the meat in her mouth, thought for a moment, and said, "A little."

"They ate less than me, and added less food."

Bai Shuiyao didn't reply, but picked up another piece of meat.

"Our attributes are maxed out, they haven't increased." Su Qingxuan wiped her mouth. "Looks like we'll have to wait until we've leveled up before we can talk about it."

Ten catties of earthworm meat and a large bowl of bok choy were eaten clean by six people.

Despite the gluttonous kitchen buff, I wasn't very full.

Jiang Youchu patted her belly: "This kitchen upgrade was totally worth it. From now on, we can eat attribute-based meals every day."

"Not just meals."

Su Qingxuan stood up and put the empty plates into the sink. "Bedroom, bathroom, training ground, animal farm, everything you need for food, clothing, shelter and transportation is provided."

The train itself has become a means of transportation.

Shen Wen leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the kitchen.

The walls are silver-white, there's an automatic sink, a temperature-controlled wine cabinet, and an automatic dispensing machine in the corner.

He recalled the day he first boarded the train, when the four of them squatted on the metal floor, gnawing on military canned food.

Now we even have a kitchen.

"You should all go and rest." He stood up. "We still need to prepare for the advancement and maintain our condition."

Su Qingxuan nodded and pulled Jiang Youchu toward the bedroom.

Su Mu followed behind, and Lydia also yawned.

Bai Shuiyao sat in the chair without moving.

Shen Wen looked at her: "Aren't you going to rest?"

"I'm not sleepy. I don't need to advance in rank. Shall we go practice in the training grounds?"

Shen Wen thought for a moment.

He has just acquired a new skill and definitely needs time to adjust.

Bai Shuiyao is the legitimate successor of the Bai family. He is more proficient in using the Butcher Sequence than he is, and their attributes are similar. It's a good opportunity for him to practice.

"Walk."

The two walked toward the fourth carriage.

The archway of the Roman training ground stood there, leading to an empty arena with a sandy ground bathed in gray sunlight.

Shen Wen went inside, with Bai Shuiyao following behind.

Shen Wen drew out a thousand pounds.

The blade was entirely dark, with a cold gleam at the edge. He held it in his hand; the weight was just right.

Bai Shuiyao took the long spear from her waist.

The gun was silver-white with a blood-red tip; it was the bronze-grade gun Bai Chen had given her.

The two stood ten meters apart and exchanged a glance.

Bai Shuiyao moved first, raising her spear horizontally with the tip pointing directly at Shen Wen's throat.

Shen Wen sidestepped and unleashed a powerful horizontal slash.

"Bang!"

Bai Shuiyao twisted the tip of her spear, parried the blade, and then thrust it towards his ribs.

high speed.

Shen Wen took half a step back, pressed down with the blade, and knocked the spear tip away.

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the arena, sparks flying everywhere.

Bai Shuiyao did not stop.

The spear rose from below, aiming straight for his chin. Shen Wen tilted his head, the spear tip grazing his ear.

She's a very skilled marksman.

It's not a trick, it's instinct.

Every shot landed in the most difficult spot, and her moves changed incredibly quickly, completely belying her usual naive and simple nature.

Shen Wen was suppressed and beaten for more than ten rounds.

He was stronger and faster than Bai Shuiyao, but every time he was about to exert his strength, the tip of her spear would reach his weakest point.

It was as if his movements had been anticipated before he even made a move.

"The Butcher's Gaze," Shen Wen said in a low voice.

Prediction.

Bai Shuiyao also has this ability.

Qianjun and Baishuiyao's guns clashed.

Bai Shuiyao didn't engage head-on; she touched him with the tip of her spear and then used the force to deflect the attack, before thrusting it towards his lower back.

Shen Wen turned to block, but was a beat too slow.

The spear tip pierced a gap in the Blood Fiend Qilin Armor, grazing past his ribs.

Pure fire.

Milky white flames exploded from the tip of the spear, burning through the outer layer of the Blood Fiend Qilin Armor and searing Shen Wen's skin.

He quickly stepped back and created some distance.

Bai Shuiyao didn't pursue, but stood still with her gun sheathed: "You reacted quickly, but you hesitated too much when you attacked. Once you've slashed, you slash; don't think about stopping yourself."

Shen Wen glanced down at the burn mark on his ribs; a patch of flesh was charred black, but his steel body had blocked most of the damage.

"Your pure fire can even break through a body of steel?"

Bai Shuiyao nodded: "Nothing is indestructible, so be careful."

Shen Wen gripped the knife tightly.

Bai Shuiyao is right.

He hesitated too much before making a move.

Every time I strike, I think about whether there will be any openings or whether I will be counterattacked. I used to be used to it.

But some people with a strong fighting spirit saw this as an opportunity.

Shen Wen took the initiative to attack.

A thousand pounds of pressure pressed down, and the blade flashed like a bolt of lightning.

Bai Shuiyao parried with his spear, but was forced back a step by the impact.

Shen Wen followed up with a second strike, a horizontal slash.

Bai Shuiyao dodged to the side, the spear tip piercing through from below, heading straight for his lower abdomen.

Shen Wen did not sheathe his sword.

He took a step forward, the blade pressing down on Bai Shuiyao's gun barrel as he sliced ​​downwards.

The tip of the knife grazed the silver-white gun barrel, sparking a trail of sparks, and headed straight for Bai Shuiyao's fingers gripping the gun.

Bai Shuiyao withdrew her gun and stepped back, but Shen Wen's knife was already pressed against her knuckles.

She released her gun, jumped back, and dodged the knife.

The spear landed on the ground, and the instant Bai Shuiyao landed, he reached out and caught it, regaining control of the spear shaft and sweeping the tip horizontally.

Shen Wenju parried with his knife, using the force to roll to the side, kneeling on one knee, with Qianjun (a powerful weapon) held horizontally in front of him.

Bai Shuiyao stood at a distance, the tip of her gun pointing diagonally at the ground, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

"Again."

Shen Wen's game went better and better.

The weight of the sword grew lighter and lighter in his hands, and Bai Shuiyao's gun seemed to move slower and slower in his eyes.

The butcher's gaze's predictions continue to hold true.

He played for more than two hours.

He died three times.

The first time, Bai Shuiyao shot him through the heart.

The second time, his neck was broken by the butt of a gun.

The third time, pure fire exploded from the tip of the spear, burning him to ashes.

But there is no pain on the training ground. Death is just a moment of darkness before your eyes, and the next second you are standing on the sand again, fully alert, even your clothes are new.

Bai Shuiyao would stop attacking him after each kill, wait for him to respawn, and then continue attacking.

After his third resurrection, Shen Wen did not die again.

His knife began to keep pace with Bai Shuiyao's spear.

It wasn't that he was faster, it was that his predictions were more accurate. He didn't need to think about where she was going to thrust; his body moved on its own.

Bai Shuiyao's spear was aimed at his left shoulder, but Qianjun had already braced himself there.

The spear tip struck the blade, sparks flying.

Bai Shuiyao changed his move, sweeping the back of his spear across Bai Shuiyao's waist, then pressing down with immense force, the back of his blade deflecting the spear's end.

She took a step forward, and he took a step back.

The two drew a circle on the sandy ground.

Bai Shuiyao's gun moved faster and faster, and Shen Wen's knife moved faster and faster as well.

The sound of metal clashing was as dense as firecrackers.

Then--

Shen Wen's knife blocked Bai Shuiyao's gun.

It's not blocking, it's parrying.

Qianjun was positioned below her gun barrel, then lifted upwards.

Bai Shuiyao's gun was deflected, leaving the center wide open.

Shen Wen slashed down fiercely without hesitation, and the next moment Bai Shuiyao reappeared in front of him.

"That's enough. I can't beat you anymore."

Shen Wen sheathed his sword and shook his head, saying, "My experience is still no match for yours; it's just that my stats are too high."

The two walked out of the training field.

Shen Wen walked ahead, his mind still replaying the battle he had just fought.

Bai Shuiyao's fighting spirit is too strong.

It wasn't something you learned through practice; it was innate.

"You're completely different when you're fighting than when you're not."

Shen Wen couldn't help but say that it was mainly because Bai Shuiyao used various skills almost instinctively.

He hasn't learned it yet; in fact, he hasn't mastered all the different abilities yet, even though his skills have improved too quickly.

The hardware has improved, but the software hasn't kept up.

Bai Shuiyao thought for a moment: "My father said the same thing."

He said I'm not very bright normally, but I'm quick-witted when I'm fighting.

Shen Wen's lips twitched slightly; this was a real father.

The two walked to the bathroom door.

Bai Shuiyao looked at the frosted glass door, paused for a moment, and then reached out and pushed it open.

Steam billowed out.

She went inside and began to take off her clothes.

Shen Wen stood at the door, not moving.

Bai Shuiyao hung her training clothes on the hook, then turned to look at him: "Aren't you going to wash them?"

Shen Wen paused for a second, then went inside.

The hot water in the bathwater reached my chest, and steam filled the air.

Bai Shuiyao leaned against the opposite pool wall, her long hair spread out on the water's surface, her cheeks flushed even redder by the steam.

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.

Shen Wen leaned against the pool wall without saying a word.

The two stood two meters apart and neither spoke, but Shen Wen sensed an awkward atmosphere and asked.

"What is your talent?"

The indigenous people may not have natural talent, but they will once they get on the train.

Bai Shuiyao's face was flushed, whether from her constitution or shyness, she could not tell, and she was even hot to the touch. She said, "Bloodline of the God of Slaughter."

"Killing enemies accumulates killing intent, amplifying all abilities. It can also be actively released to deal substantial damage."

It's somewhat like a talent-based version of the God of Slaughter's Domain, if that's the case.

When the conversation turned to this, the two discussed some issues that arose from their earlier sparring session.

The two soaked for almost an hour before Shen Wen got up, took a shower, and changed his clothes.

Bai Shuiyao was still soaking in the pool, her eyes closed, her breathing long and even.

Shen Wen didn't call her and walked out of the bathroom on his own.

Bai Shuiyao watched Shen Wen leave, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes.

Although she said that before, I wasn't mentally prepared, so taking a bath together was a trial.

In her mind, Shen Wen was like a lifeline that appeared when she was about to drown.

To know.

For more than a decade, she had actually given up hope regarding her problems.

Her father had been searching for a solution to her problem for over a decade, but he still failed.

They could only place their hopes on this mysterious exorcist, but they never expected this.

He had barely boarded Shen Wen's train when he already had ideas for solving the problem.

"Actually, being with him might not be such a bad idea."

While taking a bath, Shirami Haruka couldn't help but hug her legs and immerse the lower half of her face in the water.

Shen Wen is excellent in both strength and appearance. In the empire of her original world, she would be considered top among her peers.

For her.

Because of her physical condition, she had lost all hope in sexual intercourse, and those in the empire who knew about her condition would naturally have designs on her.

Who would want a short-lived man with a fireplace?

The temperature inside her body is something most people can't tolerate, but Shen Wen should be able to.