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

Then he saw it.

Those things move incredibly slowly.

Take a step, stumble, steady yourself, and then take the next step.

My legs felt like they couldn't lift up; I dragged them along the ground, and each step took two or three seconds.

It's slower than a normal person taking a walk.

Shen Wen was stunned for a second.

Jiang Youchu was also stunned. Su Qingxuan's hand was still covering her mouth, but she had stopped struggling.

"That's it?" Jiang Youchu mumbled indistinctly.

Su Qingxuan released her grip.

Jiang Youchu patted her chest and let out a long breath: "I knew it, how could a zombie of the Rotten Wood level be strong?"

She stared at the slow-moving figures, her tone filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

There was also a hint of embarrassment and anger from being startled earlier: "This walking speed is slower than my grandma's."

Su Mu didn't speak, but his grip on the knife visibly loosened.

The three polluters are still moving this way.

At this speed, it would take at least a minute to climb 30 meters.

Su Mu suddenly spoke up: "Perfect."

She looked at Shen Wen, her eyes showing a rare hint of eagerness: "Now that we have time, let's practice shooting with these guys."

Shen Wen realized what was happening.

Correct.

A sitting duck.

They may know how to use a gun, but they may not be able to hit the target. Now they have targets to practice shooting.

He looked at Su Qingxuan and Jiang Youchu, and they both understood what he meant.

When it comes to marksmanship, practicing dry-firing in the train carriage is useless; you really have to get hands-on experience.

"Use a rifle." Shen Wen slung the submachine gun behind his back, picked up the Madsen rifle, and said, "Submachine gun bullets are too wasteful; save them for emergencies."

Su Qingxuan nodded, picked up the rifle, and rested the butt against his shoulder.

The movements were a bit clumsy, but the posture was fairly standard.

She remembered everything Su Mu had taught her.

Jiang Youchu followed suit, picked up the gun, and squinted one eye to aim.

"Keep calm and breathe," Su Mu whispered a reminder from the side. "Aim at the chest, not the head, that thing is too small."

The three polluters are still moving forward, about twenty meters away.

Shen Wen took a deep breath and placed his finger on the trigger.

"beat."

Gunshots rang out.

The first shot went nowhere, and the recoil made Shen Wen's shoulder go numb.

He steadied himself, re-aimed, and fired the second shot.

A hole exploded in the chest of the polluter, and grayish-white liquid splattered out.

It didn't fall over.

It's still moving forward, slower than before, but it's still moving.

Su Qingxuan and Jiang Youchu also fired their guns.

Su Qingxuan's first shot hit its mark; the bullet grazed the polluter's shoulder, tearing off a piece of rotten flesh.

Jiang Youchu's reaction was even more outrageous; all three of her shots missed, with the closest one hitting the ground half a meter away from her feet, sending up a spray of broken cement.

"Hold your ground!" Su Mu's voice cut through the gunfire. "Breathe, aim, and pull slowly!"

Shen Wen fired two more shots. The first shot missed, but the second shot hit the abdomen of the polluted creature.

It finally couldn't hold on any longer. Its knees buckled, and it collapsed forward, lying on the gravel ground. It let out a hoarse roar, its limbs still moving, but it couldn't get up.

Jiang Youchu finally hit her target. A shot pierced the corrupted man's leg, severing it completely.

It lay on its side, struggling to crawl forward at a snail's pace.

Su Qingxuan fired a follow-up shot, piercing its spine.

All three polluters collapsed, but they were still alive, writhing and roaring on the ground with piercing and eerie sounds.

Jiang Youchu lowered the gun, gasped for breath, and said, her face pale, "This thing... can't be killed?"

"He'll die whether he's beaten to death or not." Su Mu walked over, long sword in hand.

She stopped in front of the three pollutants and looked down at the writhing creatures.

His skin was grayish-white, his eye sockets were hollow, and a hoarse roar came from his half-open mouth.

A pungent, fishy smell wafted over.

Su Mu frowned, and with a swift motion, the knife fell.

The blade slashed into the neck of the first head, the sound of bones shattering dully. The head rolled away, splattering blood everywhere.

The corpse twitched twice and then remained still.

The second one.

The third one.

Three cuts, three heads.

Su Mu sheathed his sword, took two steps back, his chest heaving slightly. It wasn't exhaustion, it was nausea.

The fishy, ​​foul smell lingered in my nasal cavity, refusing to dissipate.

Jiang Youchu leaned closer, stared at the corpse on the ground for two seconds, and a semi-transparent light screen unfolded in front of her.

"Once they die, the virus loses its activity." She looked up at the three of them. "That's what the system said. The virus in these contaminated individuals is only infectious when they are alive. Once they die, they're fine."

Shen Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

At least you don't have to worry about getting infected.

He glanced at the hospital entrance; the dark, gaping doorway resembled an open mouth.

"continue."

The four men stepped over the corpse and entered the hospital.

Behind the door is a wide corridor.

The ground was paved with tiles, most of which were broken, and black moss was growing in the cracks.

The fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling were leaning precariously; some were still hanging, while others had fallen and shattered on the floor.

The strangest thing is the lamp.

A few lights were still on.

The stark white lights flickered on and off, turning the entire corridor into a scene from a horror movie.

Jiang Youchu moved closer to Shen Wen and muttered softly, "This lousy place actually has electricity..."

Shen Wen stared at the flickering light tubes, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"By the way," he began, his voice echoing in the empty corridor, "how about we take these lights down before we leave?"

Jiang Youchu was stunned.

Su Qingxuan was also taken aback for a moment, then raised an eyebrow at him.

Shen Wen continued, "The lights are on, which means there's electricity here. Electricity means there's a generator. If that thing could be loaded onto the truck..."

Jiang Youchu blinked, the previous terrifying atmosphere largely dissipated by her words: "Are you serious? Thinking about this now?"

"Seriously." Shen Wen looked into the depths of the corridor. "Besides, this place can generate electricity, and there might even be fuel, batteries, and other supplies. They're all resources."

Su Qingxuan's lips curled slightly, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Shen Wen's profile.

In the abandoned hospital, facing the possibility of contaminated people rushing out at any moment, he wasn't thinking about fear, but rather how to move the things here back.

"We can give it a try," she said. "Let's clean up first, then look for supplies. Keep the generator in mind, and we'll see how things go later."

Shen Wen nodded.

The four continued walking forward.

The corridor is lined with doors, the department signs on them rusted and illegible.

Some doors were open, revealing complete darkness inside; others were closed, concealing unknown contents.

After walking twenty meters, three more polluters appeared ahead.

They emerged from a clinic, moving with the same slow pace and sporting the same ashen skin.

This time, no one was afraid.

"Fire." Shen Wen picked up his gun.

Gunshots rang out again.

With the experience I had just gained, my accuracy was significantly better this time.

Shen Wen shot down one of them with three shots, Su Qingxuan shot the other one through the chest with two shots, and Jiang Youchu was finally hit as well.

A shot hit the third head in the shoulder, making it stagger.

Before the three polluters even got close, they all collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Youchu put down her gun, a hint of smugness on her face: "I was able to hit it too."

Su Mu was about to speak—

The door to the department on the right was suddenly kicked open.

Two dark figures darted out from inside, moving with astonishing speed.

It's not the kind of polluter that moves slowly; it runs.

A real run.