Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

"This is an underground shelter." Chen Ye looked up at Zhao Hai. "If nighttime really is the monsters' active period, staying in this open area or supermarket is like putting our lives in the hands of luck. An underground space with a door that can be closed is safer than any above-ground building."

Zhao Hai stared at the blue square on the map for a few seconds, then looked up at Chen Ye: "Are you sure this place exists?"

Chen Ye nodded: "It's marked on the map, but whether it's still usable is unknown. We don't know what era this map is from, and the entrance to the civil defense project may have been buried."

"We'll find out once we go take a look." Wang Shuo brandished the fire axe in his hand. "If the door is blocked, we can just look somewhere else."

Zhao Hai didn't say anything. He stood up, walked to the supermarket entrance, and glanced at the gray fog outside.

The fog had thinned somewhat, and visibility had increased from 30 to 40 meters to 50 to 60 meters, but everything in the distance was still as blurry as if viewed through frosted glass.

He turned around, walked back, and squatted down: "How long does it take to get to this underground shelter?"

Chen Ye glanced at the distance on the map and estimated the team's travel speed: "About two hours, if there are no unexpected events along the way."

"Does 'accident' refer to a monster?"

"Monsters, road conditions, or something else we don't know about."

Zhao Hai was silent for a few seconds, then nodded heavily: "Then let's go."

"If, as I predict, these things don't appear in large numbers during the day, that's a good time for us to gather resources. We can hunt down lone ones, and if we get an item or a skill book, it will be a huge boost to our team's strength."

After Chen Ye finished speaking, Zhao Hai, Wang Shuo, and Li Zheng were all eager to try.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

Zhao Hai got up and walked towards the supermarket entrance first. He could injure a monster with one punch at the station, so killing one should be no problem at all. Unfortunately, the monster escaped at that time.

Others followed suit.

The group of six returned to the street.

The fog had thinned somewhat, and visibility had reached 100 meters. The outlines of the buildings on both sides of the street became clearer.

Chen Ye walked in the middle of the group, holding the cleaver in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.

His gaze swept through the mist, his ears perked up to catch every subtle sound.

After the procession had moved forward for about ten minutes, the street began to change.

The buildings on both sides have changed from scattered shops to continuous residential buildings. The buildings are not tall, mostly between five and six stories, but the damage is more severe than that of the commercial area.

Some buildings have broken in the middle, with the upper half nowhere to be found, leaving only jagged breaks and exposed steel bars.

Some of the exterior walls were broken open from the inside by something, and the edges of the openings were covered with a dark red, moss-like substance.

More and more gravel was scattered on the ground, making a crunching sound when you walked on it.

The surroundings were unusually quiet.

It's not that there was absolutely no sound; there was the sound of the wind, and occasionally a low rumble from afar, but there was no "sound of living things" at all.

There were no birdsong, no insect chirps, no sounds of any living organisms that should exist in the ruins of the city.

This city is dead.

No, there are living things in this city.

Those things with gray skin and black eyes.

They are alive.

But the way they live is unlike that of normal creatures; they are more like part of this dead city, like maggots breeding on a giant corpse.

There's something ahead.

Zhao Hai suddenly stopped, a flash of metallic gleam appearing on his right fist.

Everyone stopped in their tracks at the same time.

Chen Ye took two steps forward and stood beside Zhao Hai, following his gaze.

There was a shadow in the gray fog.

The shadow moved slowly through the mist, its outline blurred, but its general shape was discernible. It was a size larger than the one that had attacked the group earlier, about 1.7 meters tall, but its body was more hunched, like that of a hunchbacked old man.

"One."

Zhao Hai's voice was low, tinged with a hint of eager excitement.

Chen Ye held down his arm.

"etc."

"What are you waiting for?"

Zhao Hai frowned.

Chen Ye did not answer immediately. His gaze went beyond the outline of the shadow and toward the gray mist in the distance.

The layers of the gray fog were complex, thinner closer to the surface and thicker further away. Within those thicker fog layers, other shadows could be seen moving about.

Not just one.

Are there three or four?

"There's more than one." Chen Ye released Zhao Hai's arm. "There are at least three or four in front of you. Look at those blurry outlines in the fog."

Zhao Hai squinted and looked for a few seconds, his brows furrowing slightly.

He saw it too.

The shadows moved slowly in the mist, without a fixed direction, as if wandering aimlessly.

However, judging from their movement trajectory, they are blocking the only way to pass through this street.

"A detour?"

Zhao Hai asked.

Chen Ye opened the map and quickly glanced at it.

They are currently located about one kilometer north of the Shidu South Station.

Five hundred meters ahead is the intersection of two streets: to the east is a narrower alley, and to the west is a two-way four-lane main road.

"Going west, the main roads are wide, the visibility is good, and it's less likely to be ambushed."

Chen Ye put away the map and glanced at the team behind him: "Moreover, the buildings on both sides of the main road are spaced far apart, so if a large number of monsters come out, we will have more room to run."

"It's not easy to find a lone one to kill. My S-rank talent is useless."

Zhao Hai sighed. Actually, he didn't want to take a detour. There were three or four monsters in front of him, and he felt he could fight them.

Chen Ye saw through Zhao Hai's thoughts and reminded him, "Brother Hai, don't get carried away. Not everyone in the team has your fighting strength. You're not fighting alone now; you're leading five people, and their lives are in your hands."

Zhao Hai was silent for two seconds, took a deep breath, and nodded.

"Westward."

The group changed direction and, led by Zhao Hai, carefully bypassed the area where monsters roamed.

The main road on the west side was indeed much wider, with four lanes in both directions plus non-motorized vehicle lanes and sidewalks on both sides, and the total width exceeded thirty meters.

There were fewer gravel stones on the road than on the narrow streets, but there were more black, dried bloodstains, spread out in large patches on the road.

The buildings on both sides of the road are also taller, mostly six to eight stories high commercial buildings, with different styles such as brick facades, glass curtain walls, and dry-hanging stone, but without exception, they are all covered with that layer of dark red moss-like substance.

"What are these red things?"

Qin Zhaoyang tapped the dark red substance on a lamppost by the roadside with the back of his cleaver.

The texture of that thing looked like moss, but it was darker in color and had a faint sheen on the surface, as if it had been coated with varnish.

"Don't touch it! If you don't know what it is, it's best not to touch it with your hands."

Zhou Yating's voice came from behind.

Qin Zhaoyang quickly withdrew his hand.