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

Su Mu was the first to move.

He held the curved blade horizontally in front of him, and gray-black mist spread from the blade to his arm, activating the evil aura to its maximum.

She took a step forward, blocking the front of the line, her gaze sweeping over the people rushing towards her.

Su Qingxuan put the ebony coffin back into his arms, picked up the submachine gun, rested the butt against his shoulder, and aimed the sights at the chest of the person in front.

Jiang Youchu conjured ice arrows from her fingertips, the tips of which moved back and forth across the faces of those people, swirling with chilling energy.

"boom--"

The first shot rang out.

Su Qingxuan's shot hit the muddy ground half a step in front of the first person, and the mud and water exploded, splashing all over his face.

The man suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face turning deathly pale.

"boom--"

The second shot.

Su Qingxuan's shot was fired in another direction, hitting right in front of his feet with such precision it was as if it had been measured with a ruler.

The people rushing towards them all stopped.

Someone was holding a long spear, the tip of which was trembling.

Someone was holding a gun, their finger on the trigger, but they didn't dare to pull it.

They glanced at each other, and both saw hesitation in each other's eyes.

Shen Wen stood behind the three women, his curved sword still sheathed, just watching those people.

The sounds of rain, thunder, and goblin screams mingled together.

Zhang Yang's voice rang out again, this time tinged with obvious anger.

"What are you doing?!"

He emerged from behind the bushes, followed by several people.

He was wearing a dark raincoat, was overweight, and had an air of authority honed by years of officialdom.

"With foreign enemies at our doorstep, why are you still firing at us?"

He pointed in Shen Wen's direction, his voice growing louder: "The goblins are over there, and the evil spirits are shielding you. Why aren't you attacking the goblins, but instead attacking your own people?"

The people behind him also started shouting.

"Exactly! We're all human!"

"Do you have any conscience at all?"

"Mayor Zhang was kind enough to help you, and you repay kindness with enmity!"

Shen Wen looked at that righteous and stern face and remained silent.

Zhang Yang took two steps forward and pointed at Shen Wen: "I don't care who you are, put down your weapons now and let's fight the goblins together."

After the mission is completed, supplies will be distributed according to merit; I will not treat anyone unfairly.

He paused, then his voice turned serious: "If you insist on infighting, don't blame me for being impolite."

Shen Wen stared at him for two seconds before finally speaking.

"Are you done talking?"

Shen Wen said coldly, "Weren't you looking for me?"

One sentence made Zhang Yang's expression change drastically.

"You're Shen Wen?!"

The anger on his face vanished in the blink of an eye, as if erased by an eraser, replaced by a warm expression as if meeting an old friend.

"So it's Train Conductor Shen! I knew it! Who would manage to sneak this far with just a small team? He's truly a young talent!"

He took two steps forward, oblivious to the mud and water stains that covered the hem of his raincoat.

It was as if all the malice shown on the regional channel had vanished at this moment.

Zhang Yang raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face and said in a loud voice, "Train Conductor Shen, perhaps we had a misunderstanding before."

But it's all for everyone's survival. These goblins are our enemies now. For the sake of the greater good, we should unite!

The people behind him nodded in agreement, and some of them started moving closer.

Shen Wen looked at him without saying a word.

Zhang Yang was making rapid calculations in his mind.

Shen Wen's strength was even greater than he had imagined.

He joined forces with several teams and cleared out small villages along the way before finally reaching this place, losing one person in the process.

Shen Wen, a single train arrived at the gate of the core village?

They didn't even have many injuries.

We can't force it.

His mind raced for a moment, and then his smile became even more sincere.

"Train Conductor Shen, I know you are powerful. But shouldn't the strong take care of the weak?"

He turned around and pointed to the people behind him, "Look at them, some of them can't even get a hot meal, and some of their teammates are all dead."

We're all human beings. How can we survive in this godforsaken place without helping each other?

A tall, thin man behind him immediately chimed in, "That's right! Mayor Zhang is absolutely right!"

Another woman, who was squatting on the ground tending to her wounds, looked up and said, "Boss Shen, we really can't fight anymore."

"You guys are so strong, please help us out."

Zhang Yang spread his hands, his tone becoming increasingly impassioned: "Look, these are all the truths."

"We'll join forces to take this village. You can choose your spoils first, and we'll take what's left."

"The strong should bear the responsibilities of the strong. Train conductor Shen, don't you agree?"

He stared at Shen Wen, waiting for the young man to be carried up and unable to get down.

Young people of that age are the easiest to deal with.

A few righteous words and a compliment can get them fired up and rushing forward.

Once we rush in, the casualties will be easier to control.

Shen Wen looked at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Are you done talking?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback.

Shen Wen didn't waste any more words.

The scimitar was drawn.

The blade sliced ​​through the rain and struck Zhang Yang squarely in the face.

Zhang Yang's pupils contracted sharply, his body instinctively leaned back, his foot slipped, and he fell into the mud.

"clang--!"

A dagger blocked Shen Wen's knife from the side.

Shen Wen glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

A thin man suddenly appeared beside him, moving at an abnormally fast speed.

The dagger and the curved sword clashed, sending sparks flying.

The man gritted his teeth, his wrists trembling, clearly unable to withstand Shen Wen's strength, but he stubbornly refused to back down.

"Are you crazy?!" Zhang Yang scrambled backward, his voice trembling. "What are you doing?! Are you planning to kill someone?!"

He retreated to the back of the crowd, where two people helped him up. His face was ashen, and his voice was filled with shock and anger: "Did you really think that coming to this place meant you could do whatever you wanted?!"

You have committed a crime!

But the next moment, the mental impact of the killing intent made the assassin freeze and lose strength.

A flash of light appeared.

The assassin's throat was slit, and the blood trail drew an arc in the rain, mingling with the rainwater and splashing into the mud.

His eyes widened, the dagger in his hand fell into the muddy water with a "plop," he covered his neck with both hands, and made a "hoarse, hoarse" sound from his throat.

He staggered a couple of steps, knelt down, and fell forward into the mud.

It twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Shen Wen sheathed his sword, and rainwater washed away the bloodstains on the curved blade, which then trickled down the edge.

He stood expressionless beside the corpse, watching the blood spread from the man's neck, diluted by the rain into a pale red, and seep into the soil.

I didn't feel anything special.

It wasn't deliberate suppression, nor was it feigned composure.

I just... didn't feel anything.

It wasn't people they were killing, but goblins, corruptors, and possessed puppets.

The Sequence of the Butcher brings not only power, but also something deeper that subtly changes him.

Our perception of the act of "killing" itself is becoming dulled.

Zhang Yang's side was in complete chaos.

"He...he killed someone..."

"They really killed him..."

"Run, run fast—"

The legs of several people following Zhang Yang went weak, and they pulled each other backward, mud and water splashing under their feet. Someone tripped and fell, but was pulled up by the people next to him, and continued to stagger backward.

Zhang Yang was dragged backward by two men, his face drained of color, his lips trembling, his eyes fixed on the still-dripping curved knife in Shen Wen's hand.

"You, you—"

Shen Wen looked up, raindrops dripping from his hair and onto his eyelids, but he didn't blink.

"What are you babbling about?"

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