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

Su Qingxuan had already closed her eyes and activated her talent [Predicting Fortune and Misfortune].

The carriage fell silent, save for the rhythmic sound of wheels rolling over the rails and the faint, distant clucking laughter of those things outside the window.

Three seconds later, Su Qingxuan opened her eyes.

Ghost Town: Neutral. Rainforest: Slightly Auspicious.

She paused for a moment, then added, "This time, the 'equal' is a genuine equal, not the kind of illusion created by relying on combat strength."

Shen Wen frowned slightly, his hand already reaching for the platform sign in his pocket.

Four uses remain.

Should we use it?

Su Qingxuan saw through his intention and gently shook her head: "It's best not to use it. This thing is precious; save it for more critical situations."

Shen Wen's hand froze in mid-air. After thinking for a moment, he withdrew it.

"How about Rainforest?" Jiang Youchu leaned closer. "Xiao Ji, it sounds safer than Ping An."

Su Qingxuan didn't respond, her gaze lingering on the words "Ghost Town" as if deep in thought.

Shen Wen looked at her: "Sister, what do you think?"

Su Qingxuan paused for two seconds before speaking in a slow, deliberate tone, as if she were organizing her thoughts: "Judging from the name, the danger in Ghost Town should be those spirits."

"In the case of the Rainforest, the dangers in the forest environment come more from the wild animals or other more troublesome things."

Jiang Youchu blinked: "Then we'll definitely choose the forest. No matter how fierce the wild beasts are, they're still made of flesh and blood. We have guns and knives, what are we afraid of?"

Su Qingxuan shook her head: "On the contrary, I think it would be better to choose Ghost Town."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Su Mu turned her gaze from the window to her sister.

Shen Wen was also taken aback.

Su Qingxuan continued, "Looking ahead, there will inevitably be more and more supernatural places appearing on train platforms."

This is something we had to face sooner or later.

"What you can find at the station is often related to the type of station. In ghost towns, you are likely to find supplies that can deal with spirits."

She looked at Su Mu: "We have the Soul-Eating Doll, and Xiao Mu has the Evil-Possessing Skill, so we're not completely helpless against spirits."

"If we don't go this time, what will we do next time we encounter a paranormal-themed platform that we can't choose but have to enter?"

There was a deeper meaning in her tone: "The risks that need to be taken must be taken. And this is the best opportunity to snowball."

Shen Wen stared at the line of text for a few seconds, his mind racing.

Su Qingxuan is right.

As you continue, you'll inevitably encounter platforms related to the supernatural. At that point, you won't be able to choose where to go; you'll have to bite the bullet and go in – that's what you call being passive.

Now that we have choices, preparations, and means to restrain spirits, it is the perfect time to hone our skills.

and--

He glanced at the list of supplies, then at the malevolent mist in Su Mu's hand, and felt reassured.

"Then let's choose Ghost Town." Shen Wen didn't hesitate any longer and pointed to the first option.

[Selected: Ghost Town]

[Next stop: Ghost Town Station]

Arrival time: 25 minutes later

Please prepare to disembark.

The mechanical sound faded away.

Jiang Youchu scratched her head and muttered softly, "Ghost Town... that sounds like the underworld."

Before the car door opened, the four people were already fully armed.

The thermal underwear was made on the spot with cotton I collected along the way. It was a thin layer sandwiched inside my clothes. Although it wasn't thick, it was much better than my previous thin loungewear.

The raincoat was worn on the outside; it was a gray-green waterproof fabric that covered the entire upper body.

Shen Wen gripped the long steel sword, its blade pointing diagonally at the ground.

The feeling of mastering the knife became increasingly clear; in his hands, the knife felt like an extension of his body.

He knew the curve of every inch of the blade by heart.

Su Mu stood to his right, holding the wooden spear in her hand, its tip gleaming coldly.

The evil spirit wasn't activated, but her fingers rested on the spear shaft, ready to be activated at any moment.

Su Qingxuan carried a spatial backpack, which was filled with bullets, water, hemostatic bandages, and medical alcohol.

He held a submachine gun in his hand, muzzle pointing downwards, safety already off.

Jiang Youchu held a rifle, a dagger at her waist, and her expression was much calmer than before.

The ability of the Frost Arrow gave her more confidence, although she didn't know how accurate it would be when actually using it.

"Remember," Shen Wen said, his gaze sweeping over the three of them, "If there's any danger, get back to the train at all costs. Supplies can be forfeited, but your lives must be saved."

The three nodded.

The car door opened.

A cold wind, carrying the damp smell of mildew, blew in, making it much colder than the previous two stops.

It wasn't the dry cold, but a damp, chilling cold that seemed to penetrate your clothes and seep into your bones.

Shen Wen was the first to step down the stairs.

The platform is more dilapidated than an abandoned hospital.

The cement floor was completely shattered, and what grew out of the cracks was not weeds, but a grayish-white moss that was slippery to the touch.

The awning overhead had mostly collapsed, revealing a gloomy sky.

The sky was leaden gray, and fine rain was falling silently from the clouds to the ground.

In the distance, a small town sits on the wasteland.

The gray-black buildings were crammed together, varying in height, and there wasn't a single light.

At the entrance to the town stands a memorial archway, the characters on which are now blurred and illegible, with only the words "Wuzhen" barely legible.

The streets were deserted; there wasn't a single person in sight.

Jiang Youchu shivered and shrank her neck: "This is too cold... much colder than before."

Su Qingxuan glanced at her: "You won't be cold once you start walking."

The four walked forward.

Underfoot was gravel and grayish-white moss, each step making a soft cracking sound.

The rain grew heavier, turning from a light drizzle to a steady downpour, pattering against the raincoat with a dense crackling sound.

Shen Wen walked at the front, his eyes scanning every corner where danger might be lurking.

After his physique improved to 25 points, his perception became noticeably sharper than before.

You can hear the dripping of water from the eaves in the distance, smell the musty smell and some kind of rotten smell in the air, and feel every subtle movement around you.

This is the passive effect of Butcher's Intuition.

It's not that I deliberately look, but rather that I instinctively know something is wrong, or where danger might be lurking.

The town entrance is getting closer.

Beneath the archway is a bluestone-paved road that extends into the town.

On both sides were low houses with their doors and windows tightly closed, and the red paper on the doors had faded to grayish-white.

There wasn't a single person there.

Shen Wen slowed his pace and lowered his voice: "If there is any danger, escape back to the train at all costs."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure emerged from behind the archway.

The four of them froze at the same time.

Shen Wen had already raised his knife, the blade pointing directly at the man.

His body reacted faster than his brain, and his combat instincts, honed by his mastery of blades, almost caused him to strike directly.

"Have mercy, brave warrior!"

The man fell to his knees with a thud, raising his hands above his head, his voice trembling violently: "I...I'm a good person! Not a ghost! Please, please don't kill me!"

Shen Wen's knife stopped in mid-air, the tip less than ten centimeters from the man's forehead.

He stared at the man.

It was a man, in his thirties, dressed in coarse cloth shorts, his face covered in mud and rainwater, his eyes red, and his lips purple from the cold.

There were no wounds or rotting on his body, and his eyes were normal and clear.

Dear die-hard fans of the tale "The Right Path of Humanity is Full of Ups and Downs," the latest chapter of "Train Survival: I Can Get a Treasure Chest by Sticking Close to My Goddess" has been released!