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

Chen Ye turned around, his gaze shifting from the corpses on the ground to the entrance of the hall, which was still faintly lit, and then to the light screen above. He then said, "Wait. If those who come in are passengers from the opposite train, kill them. If they are passengers from our train, keep them to make up the numbers until we have ten people to start the trial."

Qin Zhaoyang nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

He took two steps back, found a spot against the wall, still holding the longbow in his hand, his gaze fixed on the direction of the light gate.

Over the next few hours, people entered the hall through the semi-transparent light door.

Three people entered together, talking in hushed tones as they crossed the threshold, but stopped the moment they saw the floor of the hall.

Their gaze fell on the five corpses on the ground, then quickly rose again to land on the figure in the center of the hall holding a silver-white spear.

The three men's expressions changed simultaneously, and they turned and ran back, but Zhao Hai had already stood in front of the light gate.

Before they could react, Chen Ye flipped the Dragon Scale Halberd in his hand, his body leaping out from the spot, the spear tip drawing three short arcs, accurately piercing the vital points of the three men.

They didn't even have time to let out a complete scream.

A dozen minutes later, four more passengers from the opposite train entered, and without exception, they became corpses on the ground the moment they stepped into the hall.

More than a dozen corpses lay on the floor of the hall, their dark red blood spreading in shocking patches on the stone tiles.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, making the space feel even more cramped than it actually was.

Qin Zhaoyang squatted against the wall, his gaze sweeping over the corpses before returning to his own.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Why are all the people coming in from their train? If this keeps going on, when will our trial even begin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the light gate rippled again.

Three figures stepped in from outside.

This time, the people on the opposite train were not unfamiliar faces.

Wang Ze was walking at the front. He paused slightly as he stepped through the portal, his gaze sweeping over the corpses lying haphazardly on the hall floor and the still-spreading bloodstains before settling on Chen Ye.

Xia Yan and Yang Qing followed behind.

Chen Ye glanced at Wang Ze and the other two, and not seeing Su Jin, asked, "Where's Su Jin?"

"Su Jin didn't come in. Her sinful mark is lust, and entering this trial would be detrimental to her."

Wang Ze pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and continued, "We just ran into the man who came looking for you last night at the Wrathful Trial Castle. He killed quite a few people on our train, but he didn't lay a hand on us."

Chen Ye nodded slightly: "Chu Yang is indeed a man of his word."

"The agreement you reached last night was to hunt down each other's passengers, right? And you added the four of us to your whitelist?"

Wang Ze naturally guessed what agreement Chen Ye and Chu Yang had reached last night.

"There weren't many spots left for survival in this trial, and this is all I can do to help you. Since you're here, just stay here and wait until there are 10 people left before the trial begins."

Chen Ye did not deny it.

Wang Ze nodded slightly.

Just then, the portal rippled again, and four more passengers entered—two men and two women.

Leading the way was a short-haired, capable woman, around thirty years old, followed by a man wearing a baseball cap and two young women.

Chen Ye had seen these four people at the station; they were on their train.

When the four men entered and saw the corpse on the ground, their expressions changed.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and looked up at the light screen above the hall: "Don't be nervous, these are all passengers from the train on the other side. Now that there are enough people, the trial should be about to begin."

"The Trial of Lust, it shouldn't be about fighting monsters anymore, right?"

Just then, Qin Zhaoyang muttered something to himself.

Just as he finished speaking, the portal through which they had entered disappeared, and purple mist rose into the hall.

The moment the purple mist surged in his pupils, Chen Ye felt the stone bricks beneath his feet soften.

He looked around and saw that Qin Zhaoyang and Zhao Hai were gone. The stone slabs under his feet had turned into a dark red carpet with a fine and soft texture.

A dark gold chandelier hangs in the center of the ceiling, its glass shade emitting a warm yellow light.

This is a bedroom.

It's neither too big nor too small, simply furnished, with only a bed.

There was a person lying on that bed.

Gu Qinghuan's black sports jacket was gone, replaced by a black deep-V silk slip dress with a very short hem that barely covered her upper thighs.

Her hair was scattered on the pillow, looking longer and softer than usual, with a few strands winding down the side of her neck and disappearing into the depths of her neckline.

She lay on her side, one hand behind her face, the other hand slowly tracing the texture of the sheets.

Chen Ye stood there without moving.

He felt his heart beat a beat faster, a physical reaction that preceded his conscious thought, but he wasn't dragged into some kind of uncontrollable confusion.

On the contrary, his consciousness was clearer than ever before, which was undoubtedly another illusion, a test for veteran cadres?

Gu Qinghuan's eyes were looking at him now, her face lacking its usual coldness. This side of Gu Qinghuan really gave him a surge of desire, even though he knew it was an illusion.

"Chen Ye".

Gu Qinghuan propped herself up on the edge of the bed, her silk skirt sliding down her thighs to reveal a patch of smooth skin.

Her movements were slow, and every subtle movement had a clear direction.

Gu Qinghuan walked towards him barefoot on the carpet.

The dark red carpet dipped and bounced at her snow-white ankles, her gaze fixed on Chen Ye's face, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Aren't you tired after all this journey? Here you can relax and not think about anything."

She walked up to Chen Ye and stood in front of him, so close that Chen Ye could smell the faint fragrance in her hair.

Gu Qinghuan raised her hand, her fingertips touching Chen Ye's chest, her palm covering his heartbeat through his clothes.

Chen Ye looked down at her.

Gu Qinghuan leaned her face closer to his chest, her arms wrapped around Chen Ye's waist.

Chen Ye didn't push her away, but just smiled and said, "This kind of trick won't work on me. Although you act very well, it's still fake."

"What's real or fake? I can give you a moment of pleasure, and that's the most real thing."

Gu Qinghuan released her grip, took a half step back, and the thin strap on her shoulder slipped off her collarbone, the fabric draping down the curve of her arm and piling up at her ankle.

She bent her knees and knelt down, looking up at Chen Ye with a gentle smile on her lips.