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

The village was in an uproar.

Sharp, hissing noises emanated from inside, dense and numerous, like a hornet's nest being stirred up.

Goblins poured out of the shacks, from the watchtowers, and from the end of the gravel road, wielding all sorts of weapons, and charged toward the gate of the stronghold.

Xiaoqian cried out "Ouch!" and turned to run away.

She wasn't moving very fast, just a little faster than the goblins.

A white figure appeared and disappeared in the rain, drifting in the direction Shen Wen pointed.

That's where the thickets are densest, hiding at least seven or eight people.

The goblin chased after Xiaoqian, roaring as it charged into the bushes.

An uproar erupted in the bushes.

The sounds of screams, gunshots, clanging metal, and goblin screams mingled together for quite a while.

Shen Wen leaned against the tree trunk, listening to the sounds from the other side, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"There are at least ten of them in this nest," Jiang Youchu listened intently. "That's enough to keep them busy for a while."

The noise lasted for about two or three minutes before it gradually subsided.

The bushes fell silent, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves.

But the quiet didn't last long before there was movement again.

It wasn't the howl of a goblin, it was a human voice.

Some people were cursing, some were shouting, and some were arguing.

"Who the hell led them here?!"

"It wasn't us! No one on our side moved!"

"Those are the people from over there! They did it on purpose!"

The sounds came from three different directions, mixed in with the rain and not very clear, but you could tell there was a strong smell of gunpowder.

Shen Wen squinted and listened carefully for a while.

People from all three directions were blaming each other, and no one would admit that they had attracted the goblins.

Some people started bringing up old grievances, saying that so-and-so had hidden in a bad spot and almost got exposed;

Some people say that if you hadn't messed around, the goblins would never have discovered this place.

After arguing for about a minute, one voice drowned out everyone else.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow. As soon as this voice appeared, the arguing that had been going on immediately quieted down.

This person seems to have influence?

But to have such influence in such a short time, Shen Wenwei raised an eyebrow, "Could it be Zhang Yang...?"

Su Qingxuan also considered this possibility, since each train was not exactly acquainted with the others at the beginning.

In addition, given the short duration of each stop on the train, it's unlikely that one can build prestige over time.

The only possibility is probably Zhang Yang, who often speaks on the regional channel.

Shen Wen said coldly, "Once we confirm it's Zhang Yang, we'll take action immediately!"

"Xiaoqian, continue!"

Shen Wen spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Xiaoqian floated in mid-air, glanced back at him, and a smile appeared on her pale face.

She seemed to treat it like a game.

The white figure floated toward the gate again. This time, she deliberately circled the gate a couple more times and even pushed the huge gate with iron bars.

The village was in an uproar again.

The goblin roars became more frequent than before, and more figures poured out from within.

Xiaoqian turned and ran, her white dress fluttering in the rain. Her speed was just right, keeping the goblins hanging in the air.

She drifted toward the bushes in another direction.

The person hiding over there was the one who was cursing the loudest just now.

Shen Wen leaned against the tree trunk, his gaze following the white figure.

Then he saw it.

A cloud of black mist burst forth from the bushes, thick as ink, churning and rolling in the rain, heading straight for Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian's smile froze.

She let out a small scream and tried desperately to drift back, but the black mist was too fast and was behind her in the blink of an eye.

"Not good!" Su Qingxuan's expression changed drastically. "It's a Black Iron-level evil spirit!"

She flipped her hand, and the ebony coffin appeared in her palm. The coffin lid popped open, but it was too late.

The black mist had condensed into a distorted face, opening its dark, gaping mouth to bite down on Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian trembled all over, her beautiful face filled with terror.

The spirit is almost immune to physical attacks, and ordinary methods cannot harm her at all.

But when faced with a high-level evil spirit, she had no chance of resistance.

It's like a mouse encountering a snake.

A blue-ice arrow shot out from the side and struck the black mist squarely.

The cold air exploded, the black energy was knocked to one side, and the distorted face let out a piercing scream.

Jiang Youchu stood at the edge of the bushes, the lingering frost still clinging to her fingertips.

Her face turned pale, but the pain didn't subside.

Su Qingxuan rushed out, the ebony coffin in her hand opened wide, the lid fully open, and Xiaoqian turned into a wisp of white mist and was sucked into the coffin.

The coffin lid was closed, and Su Qingxuan took two steps back, placing her palm on the coffin.

Su Mu swept past her, his curved sword drawn, the blade shrouded in a gray-black mist.

The evil spirit has been activated.

The black mist steadied itself, reformed into that distorted face, and lunged at Su Mu.

Su Mu did not retreat; he slashed horizontally with his curved blade, the blade cutting into the black mist.

The gray-black mist collided with the black gas, making a sizzling sound, like hot oil being poured into cold water.

The face let out a scream and shrank back abruptly, a large portion of the black aura was sheared off, scattering into fine dust in the air.

Su Mu gripped the knife, standing in front of everyone, his eyes fixed on the black mist.

It huddled under the tree canopy ten meters away, churning and rolling, not daring to pounce any further.

Shen Wen had already pulled Su Qingxuan back to the back.

He glanced back at the direction of the village gate. The goblins, lured out by Xiaoqian, were surging toward the bushes, but seeing the commotion, a few stopped and looked over.

Shen Wen lowered his voice, "Qingxuan, how is Xiaoqian?"

Su Qingxuan placed her palm on the coffin, closed her eyes, and sensed for a moment: "She's injured, but not seriously. She just needs to rest."

Shen Wen nodded, his gaze returning to the mass of black mist.

Then he heard a sound.

The voice coming from the bushes was that of a man, strong and authoritative, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Our enemy now is the goblins!"

The sound drowned out the rain and the goblin's howl, echoing through the woods.

"Anyone with the ability is our compatriot! Fighting amongst ourselves will only benefit those green-skinned traitors!"

There was a moment of silence in the bushes.

The voice continued, "Gentlemen, I am Zhang Yang. You should have heard of my reputation."

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Yang.

Sure enough, this guy is here.

"Everyone here should have received their mission."

Zhang Yang's voice came from behind the bushes, his tone calm and steady, as if he were giving a speech.

"There's no need to fight amongst ourselves before the mission is even complete. Our missions don't conflict; cooperation is the best option."

The evil spirit that had just stopped Xiaoqian then charged towards the oncoming goblins.

Simultaneously.

The bushes moved.

Seven or eight figures emerged from the bushes, wading through the mud and water, and rushed towards Shen Wen and his group.

Some people held spears, some held guns, and some had a certain color of light condensed in their palms.

Shen Wen stared at those people, his gaze turning cold.

"Let's do it."