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

Su Mu ignored her and turned to walk towards the second carriage.

At the rear of the carriage, the greenhouse lights shone warmly.

Jiang Youchu had just planted two packets of seeds. The nutrient solution drip irrigation system was on, and the tender shoots of bok choy and lettuce had already emerged from the soil, a lush green expanse.

"They're growing really fast." Shen Wen stood at the entrance of the greenhouse, looking at the neat rows of cultivation racks. "Much faster than outside."

Su Qingxuan walked over: "They say the growth rate has increased by 50%, and it ripens every 24 hours."

By this time tomorrow, we'll be able to eat the vegetables we grew ourselves.

Shen Wen nodded, feeling an indescribable sense of reassurance.

From the moment I was pulled into this world, I have been fighting desperately, battling, and living in constant fear.

Now I finally have a sense of "survival".

After finishing everything, more than three hours had passed since I left platform two.

Su Qingxuan glanced at the time, then at Shen Wen and Su Mu, and said, "You two, go to sleep."

Shen Wen paused for a moment, then said, "I'm not sleepy—"

"You have to sleep even if you're not sleepy," Su Qingxuan interrupted him. "We don't know what the next stop will be like. You two are the main fighting force, so you must stay alert."

Su Mu opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Su Qingxuan glanced at her: "You go too."

Su Mu shut up.

The two returned to the main carriage.

A wooden mattress was placed in the middle.

The bed isn't big, only 1.2 meters wide, just big enough for two people to lie down, but they have to be right next to each other.

Su Mu stood by the bed, staring at it, her ears slowly turning red.

Shen Wen didn't think much of it, plopped down, and then remembered something: "My shirt isn't dry yet—"

"I know," Su Mu's voice was muffled. "That's why I told you to go to sleep first."

Shen Wen glanced at his bare upper body, then at Su Mu's flushed ears, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

But he was really tired.

Even with a constitution of 20, one can't keep up with the non-stop work. Fighting, transporting, trading, and arranging supplies, the brain never stops.

He lay down directly, turned to his side, and left half of the bed for Su Mu: "I'll go to sleep first, you can lie down later."

Su Mu hummed in agreement but didn't move.

Three seconds later, I heard steady breathing behind me.

Su Mu turned her head and saw that Shen Wen was already asleep.

He lay on his side, his face turned toward hers, his eyebrows relaxed, his breathing even, and he was fast asleep.

The greyish-white light streaming in through the porthole fell on him, outlining his smooth shoulder lines and abdominal muscles.

Su Mu's gaze involuntarily lingered on those abdominal muscles.

Then she abruptly looked away, her heart skipping a beat.

"What am I thinking?" she muttered to herself, her fingers clenching the hem of her clothes.

My legs are a little sore after standing for three minutes.

She bit her lip and finally carefully climbed into bed, lying down next to him.

The bed is really too small.

As soon as she lay down, her back pressed against his chest, and through the thin cotton fabric, her warmth was clearly felt.

Su Mu froze.

She dared not move, she dared not even breathe.

A steady heartbeat came from behind her, each beat transmitted through her skin like a strange rhythm striking her heart.

An unknown amount of time passed.

It might take a long time, or it might only take a few tens of seconds.

Her heartbeat gradually calmed down.

The heat was still there, but it no longer made her nervous; instead, it gave her an indescribable sense of peace.

Su Mu turned her head and looked at Shen Wen's sleeping face.

He was sleeping soundly, his brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he were having a sweet dream.

She suddenly remembered her childhood.

Back then, he was like that too, lying on her sofa taking a nap, and she would squat beside him watching him, watching his long eyelashes, watching his chest rise and fall slightly with his breathing.

At that time, she thought that her younger brother, who was about the same age as her, was really good-looking.

As she grew older, she stopped seeing him that way.

But now—

Su Mu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a very faint smile.

"Go to sleep," she whispered, as if speaking to him, and also to herself.

Then she closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Shen Wen was woken up by Su Qingxuan.

"Xiaowen, wake up."

He opened his eyes, his mind still blank, but his body reacted first.

He tightened his arms, pulling the person in his embrace closer.

Then he froze.

Su Mu nestled in his arms, her face buried in his chest, her long hair cascading over his arm. She was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

His hands were around her waist, his palms pressed against her back, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the warmth of her body.

Shen Wen's brain went blank for two seconds.

Su Qingxuan stood by the bed, watching this scene with a subtle expression.

Shen Wenqian coughed and carefully withdrew his hand, his movements as light as if he were doing something wrong.

Su Mu frowned, but didn't wake up.

Shen Wen sat up and lowered his voice, "Sis, what's wrong?"

Su Qingxuan's expression turned serious: "The train just warned that we are entering a wasteland area ahead, where there may be unknown dangers."

Shen Wen's drowsiness vanished instantly.

"They also provided the weather forecast," Su Qingxuan added, "It's raining."

Shen Wen stood up and walked quickly to the porthole of the main carriage.

The darkness outside the window was no longer like a tunnel, but an endless wasteland.

The gray-brown land stretched to the horizon, barren of vegetation, its surface covered with cracks, like a dried-up riverbed.

The sky was leaden gray, hanging low, with swirling, rolling clouds that looked as if they might collapse at any moment.

In the distance, the outlines of undulating hills can be faintly seen, blurred by the gray mist.

Shen Wen stared at the desolate wasteland, a sense of unease rising within him.

At this moment, Jiang Youchu's voice came from the back of the second carriage—

"Shen Wen! Sister! Come quick!"

His voice was filled with obvious panic.

Shen Wen turned and ran, with Su Qingxuan following behind.

The second carriage.

Jiang Youchu stood in front of the rear window of the car, her face pressed against the glass, staring intently outside.

Shen Wen rushed over: "What's wrong?"

"Look!" Jiang Youchu pointed out the window.

Shen Wen leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the wasteland behind the second carriage.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the distance, on the horizon of the wasteland, countless figures are moving.

No, it's not a human figure.

It's a human-shaped thing.

They chased after the train at an extremely high speed, much faster than the polluters.

The distance is too far to see the details clearly, but you can vaguely make out what you're looking for.

His grayish-white skin, as if it had been soaked in water for too long, was wrinkled and wrapped around his skeleton.

Its limbs are long and thin, its joints are twisted, and its running posture is strange and bizarre, like some kind of insect.

The scariest thing about them is their faces.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Shen Wen inexplicably felt that they were laughing.

A twisted, insane, inhuman laugh.

Su Mu also woke up and quickly walked over to stand beside Shen Wen.

The four people squeezed in front of the car window, staring at the figures that were getting closer and closer.

The distance has decreased.

Shen Wen finally saw their faces clearly—

It has no eyes.

The eye sockets were empty, deep pits, inside which some kind of grayish-black tentacles wriggled.

Its mouth split open to the base of its ears, revealing a dense array of sharp teeth, arranged in two rows, like a shark.

The skin wasn't grayish-white, but a color somewhere between gray and pink, like a newborn whose skin had been peeled off.

As they ran, they made soft, rustling sounds—

Cluck cluck cluck cluck—

It sounded like bones colliding, or like some kind of eerie laughter.