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

Jiang Youchu ran over, pressed her hand on the coffin, and a light screen popped up—

[Ebony Coffin (Iron Grade): A spirit-gathering artifact that can block spirits from prying into its body. It can also contain and control spirits made of decaying wood.]

Without saying a word, Shen Wen kicked open the coffin lid.

The coffin was empty, covered with brocade, and exuded a putrid smell.

"Throw everything in!" he roared.

Jiang Youchu froze for a second, then reacted and threw the bell, veil, and doll in her arms into the coffin.

Shen Wen also threw in the wooden boxes, notebooks, and books he had found.

He then turned around and rushed into the room where the Taoist priest had lived, carrying out the Taoist robes and wooden box all at once and dumping them into the coffin.

"Walk!"

He gripped the edge of the coffin with both hands and exerted force.

At this moment, his 25 points of physical strength completely erupted.

He lifted the coffin up, half a foot off the ground.

Shen.

But it can be lifted.

"Hold those people back, and take whatever you can from the mourning hall!" Shen Wen said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Youchu and Su Mu reacted. Jiang Youchu hugged the candles, while Su Mu picked up the incense burner.

The three rushed out of the courtyard.

On the bluestone road, the possessed townspeople were still lying haphazardly, some of them beginning to awaken and groan in pain.

Shen Wen carried the coffin at the front, the coffin bouncing on his shoulder, its weight making each step he took resound with a thud on the bluestone slabs.

After running half a block, I bumped into a group of people.

It was Mayor Jiang, along with a few young men.

They had been huddled in a street corner watching, but when they saw Shen Wen carrying the coffin and rushing over, their expressions changed.

Mayor Jiang's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

Then he saw Shen Wen's eyes.

There was no room for negotiation in his eyes, only two words: Get out of the way.

Mayor Jiang shut his mouth and led his men to step aside, making way for them.

Shen Wen rushed through them, the coffin brushing past Mayor Jiang's shoulder, the wind it stirred up sending a chill down his spine.

"Ten minutes left!" Jiang Youchu shouted from behind.

The four rushed to the town entrance, where Su Qingxuan was coming out of a shop facing the street, carrying a bundle in her hand.

When she saw Shen Wen carrying the coffin, she was stunned for a moment, but she didn't ask anything.

"Walk!"

The five of them met up and ran towards the platform.

The ground was covered with gravel and grayish-white moss, making each step slippery.

The coffin bounced more and more violently on his shoulder, and Shen Wen's arms began to ache, but he didn't stop.

The platform is getting closer.

The train doors were open, and the lights inside stood out against the dim sky.

"quick!"

Shen Wen was the first to rush into the car, put the coffin on the ground, and turned around to take the things from Su Mu and Jiang Youchu's hands.

Su Qingxuan jumped into the car, Jiang Youchu jumped into the car, and Su Mu was the last to get in.

[Distance until end of stop: 00:03:00]

Shen Wen closed the car door, leaned against it, and gasped for breath.

The coffin lay across the center of the carriage, its interior cluttered with looted items.

Jiang Youchu plopped down on the ground and placed the candle on it.

Su Mu leaned against the wall, her face even paler than before, and the wound on her arm was still bleeding faintly.

Su Qingxuan put down her bag and walked to Su Mu's side to continue treating the wound.

Shen Wen caught his breath and his gaze fell on the black lacquered coffin.

The coffin lid was still open, revealing the contents inside.

Wooden boxes, notebooks, books, bells, veils, dolls, and Taoist robes were piled up haphazardly, like a nest of freshly dug burial goods.

Outside the window, the grayish-white light of the sky began to move.

The train started moving.

Shen Wen's gaze fell on Su Mu.

She leaned against the carriage wall, her face frighteningly pale.

Although Su Qingxuan had given the wound on her arm an emergency bandage, blood was still seeping out, soaking through the thick bandage.

"Let's go to the treatment machine first." Shen Wen walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. "That thing can quickly treat external injuries."

Su Mu seemed to want to say something; her lips moved, but no sound came out. She truly couldn't hold on any longer.

Without saying another word, Shen Wen half-carried and half-helped her to the second carriage, to the [Rapid Treatment Machine].

The machine was silvery-white with a transparent cover on top, inside which a person could lie down. Shen Wen lifted the cover and helped Su Mu lie down inside.

"It'll hurt a little." He looked into her eyes. "Just bear with it."

Su Mu gave a soft "hmm".

Shen Wen closed the cover and pressed the start button on one side. A soft white light shone from inside the machine, the light seeming to have a life of its own.

It slowly enveloped Su Mu's entire body, especially the three hideous claw marks on his arms.

Su Mu frowned and bit her lower lip, but remained silent.

Shen Wen stood to the side watching, his hand resting on the machine's casing, his fingertips able to feel a slight vibration.

"It'll be over soon," he said softly, unsure whether he was comforting her or himself.

three minutes.

The light faded, and the cover opened automatically.

Su Mu sat up and looked down at her arm.

The three scratches are gone, and the skin is as smooth as ever, without leaving a single scar.

Only the remaining bloodstains prove that there was an injury there.

"That was fast," she said softly, moving her wrists slightly; she felt no discomfort.

Shen Wen breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pull her out of the machine.

The two walked toward the main carriage.

Inside the main carriage, Jiang Youchu was squatting next to the black lacquered coffin, taking things out one by one.

Inside the main carriage, Jiang Youchu was squatting next to the black lacquered coffin, taking things out one by one.

Su Qingxuan stood to the side, holding the bronze water bowl in her hand, examining it carefully.

Seeing Shen Wen and Su Mu return, Su Qingxuan looked up: "Is Xiao Mu alright?"

"Alright." Su Mu nodded, walked to the coffin, and looked at the messy pile of things.

Shen Wen also walked over, glanced at the "spoils of war" in the coffin, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Let's take inventory," he said.

Su Qingxuan put the copper water bowl aside and started taking things out of her spatial backpack.

The water vessel was obtained from Mayor Jiang; it's of the Black Iron grade and can deploy a defensive light shield, the effectiveness of which has already been verified.

Next came seven yellow paper talismans, with twisted patterns drawn on them in cinnabar.

A whisk, its wooden handle worn smooth, with dark red stains on the horsehair at the end.

A bronze mirror, about the size of a palm, with a blurry surface as if covered by a layer of mist, unable to reflect any image.

Su Qingxuan placed these items on the carriage floor and looked at Jiang Youchu: "Take a look."

Jiang Youchu reached out and touched them one by one.

Semi-transparent light screens popped up one after another—

[Spirit Exorcism Talisman (Rotten Wood Level) x7: Affix to doors and windows or carry with you to prevent spirits below the Rotten Wood level from approaching. Effective time: 12 hours.]

【Dust Brush (Rotten Wood Level): Causes minor damage to Rotten Wood Level spirits and can dispel low-level Yin energy.】

[Demon-Revealing Mirror (Rotten Wood Level): Can reveal the true form of a Rotten Wood Level spirit, causing it to briefly appear.]

After listening, Su Qingxuan remained calm: "They are all of the rotten wood level, but they are useful."

Carry the exorcism talisman close to your body to ward off evil spirits. The demon-revealing mirror and whisk will come in handy if you encounter any supernatural events later.

Then Su Qingxuan's gaze fell on the pile of items in the coffin that had not yet been counted.

Jiang Youchu had already reached inside.