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

Gu Qinghuan finally moved. She didn't stand up, but simply raised her right hand, bringing her two fingers together and gently hooking them towards the exhibition stand.

At the same moment, the three mithril throwing knives in the young woman's palm on the stage were pulled away by an invisible force, detached from her palm, drew a short and smooth arc, and landed precisely above Gu Qinghuan's palm, hovering there.

Immediately afterwards, forty vials of energy potion with a pale blue glow emerged from Gu Qinghuan's storage space, arranged neatly in four rows in the air in front of her, with each vial spaced exactly the same.

With a slight turn of her wrist, the forty vials of medicine transformed into a smooth straight line, traversing the same distance and hovering precisely in front of the young woman on the display stand.

The young woman's gaze lingered for a moment on the forty neatly arranged vials of medicine, then she reached out and put them into her storage space. Her movements were faster than expected, as if she was afraid the other party would change their mind.

After she finished collecting them, she glanced in Gu Qinghuan's direction, then turned and walked off the display stand.

The trade fair will continue.

Following the young woman, several more passengers went up on stage to display their belongings.

However, there was no sign of defensive skill books. It's not that there are no defensive items; there are some status-related items, but they are fundamentally different from skill books.

What he wanted was an S-level defensive skill that could operate continuously without a 24-hour cooldown.

But none of the items in the venue met this requirement.

Chen Ye wasn't too surprised by this result, as he was well aware of how rare S-level defensive skill books were.

Most players who are capable of obtaining it will learn it themselves immediately; no one would be foolish enough to exchange their life-saving items for potions.

Unless they already have higher-level defensive skills, they will not consider making a move, and such players probably will not appear in this exchange. They did not see any trains with particularly early numbers at the station they came from.

Qin Zhaoyang yawned beside him and glanced at the light strip on the dome of the venue, which maintained the same brightness throughout.

He glanced down at the passengers who were already starting to leave and muttered to himself, "Looks like there's nothing good left. Maybe we should go back too; I'm getting sleepy from all this."

Wen Ning turned her gaze away from the exhibition stand and nodded slightly: "Indeed, the quality of the items that came on stage later got worse and worse. Some people were obviously just taking a chance."

Zhao Hai put on the newly acquired pair of blue tiger finger rings, clenched his fist, and made a fine metallic scraping sound as his knuckles moved. He turned to Chen Ye and asked, "Shall we go?"

Just as Chen Ye was about to turn his gaze away from the exhibition stand, a figure walked onto the stand.

He was a tall, thin middle-aged man. He walked slowly, and after walking onto the display stand, he turned around, flipped his hand, and three silver-white keys lay quietly in his palm.

The giant light screen above the booth lit up, and a line of product information appeared.

Silver Key: Opens a silver item chest.

The passengers in the hall who were about to get up and leave paused in unison when they saw the words.

"A silver key?"

Someone in the front row repeated something in a low voice.

The tall, thin man on the booth said, "Silver keys, in exchange for potions, energy potions, strength potions, whatever you like. Fifteen potions per bundle, can be traded individually."

The passenger who was about to leave stopped, but shook his head after hearing the price. 15 doses of the potion were equivalent to 9000 points of purchasing power. Buying it was like gambling.

If you actually get a silver item, you'll definitely make a profit; if you get junk, you'll suffer a huge loss.

"Fifteen potions, gamble on a random box; if you're unlucky, you lose everything."

"I still have three silver treasure chests lying in my storage space, none of them have keys, but this price is indeed too expensive."

"The purchasing power of nine thousand points is not worth it to gamble on a random event."

Whispers arose from all directions; some clicked their tongues in amazement, while others simply looked away and continued tidying up their things to leave.

Chen Ye became interested; keys are hard to come by, yet this person produced three at once.

Luo Zheng crossed his legs and glanced at Chen Ye's expression: "As someone who's been there, I can warn you that opening chests is a sure way to lose money. You can try your luck with silver keys for a maximum of 3000 points, but anything higher is not worth it."

"I've run it, and I've lost everything, down to my underwear."

Luo Zheng's tone carried a sense of composure that came from being taught a lesson by reality.

At this moment, Yang Minghui, who was in the third row of seats, stood up.

He adjusted his frameless glasses, walked up the steps to the booth, stood in front of the tall, thin man, pulled out fifteen energy potions, and handed them over decisively: "Give me a bunch."

The tall, thin man took the medicine, counted it, and put it into his storage space. Then he handed a silver key to Yang Minghui.

Chen Ye also stood up from his seat. He walked up the steps to the booth, stood in front of the tall, thin man, took out fifteen energy potions from his storage space, and handed them to the man: "Buy one."

The tall, thin man didn't say anything more, simply accepting the medicine and handing over a silver key.

Yang Minghui glanced at him sideways, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Looks like you're a gambler too."

Chen Ye's lips curled into a slight smile: "Likewise."

Yang Minghui didn't linger. He walked back to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he left the venue with Jiang Ning and Liang Jing.

Chen Ye weighed the silver key in his palm, turned around, walked down the display stand, and went back to his seat along the steps.

He had just sat down when another figure stood up in the row behind him.

Huo Yuan walked up to the booth, took out fifteen vials of the medicine, and bought the last silver key.

After accepting the medicine, the tall, thin man turned and walked off the stage.

After the silver keys were divided up, people left the venue one after another.

Chen Ye sat in his seat and twirled the silver key between his fingers.

Qin Zhaoyang leaned closer: "Brother Ye, open it! Let's see if we can get anything good!"

Wen Ning also turned her head from the side: "Go ahead and open it. No one in Infinite City would dare to rob us."

Chen Ye glanced at them but didn't say anything more.

He took out a silver treasure chest from his storage space. It was about the size of a palm, and the silver box lay quietly in his palm, its surface gleaming with a faint silver luster.

He positioned the key in the lock and turned it gently.

"Click!"

The lid of the silver treasure chest popped open automatically.

Qin Zhaoyang practically leaned onto the back of Chen Ye's chair, sticking his head out from the side and staring at the contents of the box.

Wen Ning and Zhao Hai's gazes also turned towards it.

Inside the treasure chest lay a red pill, slightly larger than a fingernail, dark red in color with a smooth surface. This pill was exactly the same as the one in the silver treasure chest that had been opened in the Blood Mist Forest.

"This is bad."