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

The fallen elf's voice squeezed out of his throat, urgent and rapid, with a noticeable tremor.

Su Mu stopped wielding his knife.

The blade had already cut half a centimeter into the skin; any deeper and it would have severed the trachea.

She looked up at Shen Wen.

Shen Wen glanced at the fallen elf, expressionless: "If only we had done this earlier, it would have been fine."

The fallen elf lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, blood still seeping from the wound in his throat.

She stared at Shen Wen, the fear in her heart still lingering, but another thought had already emerged.

There was a high priest in the ancestral land.

The High Priestess was a powerhouse close to the Bronze level, many times stronger than these Iron-level Fallen Elves.

Once they reach the ancestral land, these humans won't even know how they died.

She lowered her eyelashes to conceal the fleeting ruthlessness in her eyes.

Shen Wen didn't look at her again and turned to walk towards Lydia.

The petite girl in the white robe was still kneeling on the ground, her hands hanging at her sides; the Holy Light spell had stopped.

The bodies of Delia and Dixi lay before him, the ice arrow between their brows melted, leaving only two small bloody holes.

Their expressions were calm, with even a hint of a smile on their lips, as if they had finally woken up from a nightmare.

Lydia stared at the two faces, tears still streaming down her face, but she made no sound.

Shen Wen stood in front of her, looking down at her.

"Are you going out, or are you coming with us?"

Lydia's shoulders trembled.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes were red-rimmed, her nose was red, her lips were dry and cracked, and she looked as if all her strength had been drained away.

She glanced at the darkness at the entrance to the stone chamber, then at the three women behind Shen Wen.

Lydia looked away.

She can't get out on her own.

This stone chamber was deep within the desolate underground cave, and she couldn't even remember the way she came.

"I'll go with you." Her voice was hoarse and nasal, but it was a little steadyer than before.

Shen Wen nodded and said nothing more.

He turned and walked to the corner of the stone chamber, where he picked up the tower shield.

The shield was engraved with complex defensive runes, and there were a few fresh cut marks on the edge, but it was still in relatively good condition overall.

Beside it was the one-handed battle axe, its dark red luster still present, undimmed by its master's death.

He then walked to the bodies of Delia and Dixi and picked up the two staffs.

One staff is inlaid with a ruby, the other with a sapphire, and the staff is engraved with fine patterns that gleam in the firelight.

And that young man's sword.

He piled these things together and looked at Jiang Youchu: "Take a look."

Jiang Youchu walked over, squatted down, and reached out to touch them one by one.

Semi-transparent light screens popped up one after another.

[Shield of Fortitude (Iron Tier): Passively increases block efficiency by 20%. When activated actively, defense is doubled for ten seconds. Cooldown: 1 hour.]

[Armor-Piercing Battle Axe (Iron Grade): Ignores 20% of the target's physical defense when attacking; damage against heavily armored units is increased by 30%.]

[Fiery Staff (Black Iron Grade): Increases fire spell damage by 25% and casting speed by 10%.]

【Frost Staff (Black Iron Tier): Increases ice spell damage by 25% and casting speed by 10%.】

【Swift Longsword (Iron Grade): Increases sword speed by 10% and amplifies the damage of wind-type abilities.】

Jiang Youchu's eyes lit up: "They're all Black Iron grade, and their attributes are pretty good."

"Put away the staff and longsword, and give the axe and shield to Su Mu," Shen Wen said. Su Mu's sequence was better suited to this axe and shield.

Lydia stood to the side, watching Shen Wen and the other three put away their teammate's belongings one by one. Her lips moved, but she finally couldn't help but speak: "Those are my teammate's..."

"These are our spoils of war."

Su Qingxuan interrupted her.

She glanced at Lydia and added, "We avenged them."

Lydia opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Su Qingxuan's gaze, she swallowed her words back.

She lowered her head and gripped the priest's staff tightly in her hand.

Su Qingxuan withdrew her gaze and said nothing more.

She pitied the adventurer group's plight, but they had brought it on themselves.

When we met in the tunnel before, the young man with the sword looked disdainful and said that they were "ordinary people who don't even have a sequence number, yet they dare to run here."

If they had chosen to act together, or at least exchanged intelligence, things might not have turned out this way.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

Lydia remained silent for a few seconds, and finally did not speak again.

She knelt down, reached out and closed Delia and Dipsy's eyes, and whispered a few prayers.

Then he stood up, walked to the back of the line, and kept his head down without saying a word.

Shen Wen grabbed the fallen elf by the hair and pulled her up from the ground.

"How long does it take to get to your ancestral homeland?"

The fallen elf stumbled as she was pulled, her scalp throbbing painfully, but she dared not cry out.

She lowered her head, her voice muffled: "I don't know..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed.

Shen Wen's curved blade slashed a gash across her face, from her cheekbone to her chin, the flesh torn open, and dark red blood flowed down the wound.

The fallen elf screamed, covered its face, and retreated, crashing into the stone wall before crouching on the ground, trembling.

"How long will it take?"

The fallen elf covered his face, blood seeping from between his fingers and dripping onto the rocky ground.

She looked up at Shen Wen, and the fear in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

She looked up at Shen Wen, and the fear in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

"We really don't know... We only know how to get back, but we don't know how long it will take... The path in the cave is different every time, sometimes it's short, sometimes it's long..."

Shen Wen stared at her for two seconds to confirm that she wasn't lying.

He glanced at the time.

[Distance until end of stop: 02:25:00]

"If you don't make it in ten minutes, I'll chop off one of your hands."

Shen Wen's voice was very calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"If you don't finish the next ten minutes, I'll chop off your other hand."

He paused, his gaze falling on the fallen elf's legs.

"If you don't make it in ten minutes, I'll chop off your thigh."

The fallen elf's expression changed. She looked into Shen Wen's eyes, which held no anger, no disgust, and not even any emotion.

It's like talking about a trivial little thing.

She shivered, got up from the ground, and staggered out of the stone chamber.

"This way...this way..."

The five people and one elf left the stone chamber and returned to the tunnel.

The fallen elf walked at the front, moving quickly, but every few steps he would look back to make sure Shen Wen was still following behind.

The tunnel is getting deeper and deeper.

The dome overhead has increased from four or five meters to seven or eight meters.

The stone walls on both sides became increasingly damp, and the gray-black moss grew denser. Occasionally, water droplets could be seen seeping from the cracks in the stone, gleaming faintly in the dim light.

The smell in the air has changed.

It was no longer the smell of dust and decay, but a stronger, sweet, fishy odor, like the lair of some large, ferocious beast.

Shen Wen frowned slightly.

A butcher's intuition buzzed softly in his mind.

There's something nearby.

a lot of.

But it hasn't arrived yet.

He glanced at the fallen elf in front of him.

She walked very fast, her steps quickening, her shoulders trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was nervousness.

Shen Wen narrowed his eyes.

Ten minutes have passed.

He took a step forward, caught up with the fallen elf, and drew his scimitar.

The fallen elf didn't even have time to react.

A flash of light, and her right hand was severed from her wrist, falling to the ground, rolling twice, her fingers still twitching slightly.

Dark red blood gushed from the cut, splattering all over the ground.

The fallen elf froze for a second, then let out a scream, fell forward, clutching his severed wrist with his left hand, and rolled on the ground.

"You—! You—!"

Her voice was shrill and distorted, a mixture of sobs and fear echoing through the tunnel.

Shen Wen stood in front of her, drops of blood trickling down the blade of his scimitar.

"Continue leading the way."

His voice was very faint.

The fallen elf lay on the ground, trembling, blood still gushing from his severed wrist, staining the rocky ground red.

She looked at Shen Wen and finally realized something.

This human wasn't threatening her or scaring her.

He really knows how to chop.

I won't wait even a minute.

She gritted her teeth, got up from the ground, and staggered forward, her left hand covering her severed wrist. Blood seeped from between her fingers and dripped onto the rock, leaving a dark red mark.

"This way...this way..."

Her voice trembled, and her steps quickened; she dared not hesitate any longer.

The tunnel forked ahead, with three dark branches that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Without hesitation, the fallen elf chose the leftmost path.

Shen Wen followed him inside.

Less than five minutes later, murals began to appear on the stone walls on both sides of the tunnel.

It's not the kind of delicate carving, but rather rough lines carved with some kind of sharp tool.

The content is also simple.

The humanoid creature knelt on the ground, worshipping a huge, blurry shadow.

Shen Wen glanced at it but didn't look closely.

keep going.

The murals grew increasingly dense, spreading from the stone walls on both sides to the dome overhead, densely packed and layered, like some kind of frenzied graffiti.

The fallen elf quickened her pace, blood still flowing from her severed wrist, but she paid no heed to bandaging it.

She just wanted to get to her ancestral homeland as soon as possible.

Upon reaching the ancestral land, the high priest would kill these humans.

Will.

Shen Wen glanced at the time.

[Distance until end of stop: 02:01:34]

It's been almost thirty minutes since we started walking.

He looked at the fallen elf's retreating figure, about to speak.

The butcher's instincts exploded in his mind.

Danger.

Not just one or two, but many.

It surged in from the front, like a tide.

Shen Wen stopped and raised his hand in greeting.

The three women stopped simultaneously, each gripping their weapons tightly.

Lydia was a beat too slow and almost bumped into Jiang Youchu, but Jiang Youchu grabbed her arm and pulled her behind her.

The fallen elf also stopped.

She stood in front of the tunnel, her back to Shen Wen, her shoulders trembling.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

Shen Wen narrowed his eyes.

Deep within the tunnel, in the darkness, countless eyes lit up.

Red, green, and yellow, densely packed, like stars in the night sky.

Then, he heard a sound.

It wasn't footsteps, it was the sound of crawling.

The sound of countless legs moving on the ground simultaneously, rustling and undulating, surged in like a tide.

The fallen elf turned around, the fear on his face vanished, replaced by a twisted, frenzied excitement.

"You're all dead—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Shen Wen's curved blade had already sliced ​​across her throat.

Crimson blood gushed out and splattered on the stone wall.

The fallen elf's eyes widened, he clutched his throat, staggered a couple of steps, and fell forward.

Shen Wen sheathed his sword and added 4 points to his Spirit attribute.

[Spirit: 80→84]

His gaze then fell upon the dense array of eyes deep within the tunnel.

"Prepare for battle."

If you could only read one urban novel in your life, it would probably be "Train Survival: I Can Get a Treasure Chest by Sticking to My Goddess".