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

"Nobody."

Zhao Hai remained expressionless.

Qin Zhaoyang pursed his lips, then his gaze fell on Chen Ye: "Brother Ye, what about you?"

"Watery".

Chen Ye remained unfazed.

"Who is that?"

Qin Zhaoyang was taken aback.

Chen Ye: "You don't recognize him."

Qin Zhaoyang gave an "Oh," seemingly wanting to ask more, but seeing Chen Ye's expression that indicated he didn't want to continue, he wisely shut his mouth and changed the subject: "What about them? When will they wake up?"

Just as Qin Zhaoyang finished speaking, Yang Qing woke up. She stood in her original spot, her eyes open, her expression calm.

A token of lust was also floating in front of her. She reached out, grasped it, and put it into her storage space. Then she turned and walked towards Chen Ye and the other two.

"Is the rest of you still asleep?"

Yang Qing walked over to the group and stood down, also turning his gaze to the figures in the center of the hall who still had their eyes closed.

Xia Yan and Wang Ze kept their eyes closed, and the other two passengers were also still unconscious.

Chen Ye's gaze swept back and forth between Wang Ze and Xia Yan before he spoke, "Those two must have seen each other in the illusion, making this trial more difficult for them than for the others."

Zhao Hai continued, "As long as you know it's fake, you can pass the trial by killing the people you see in the illusion. They should be able to do it."

About ten minutes later, the short-haired woman and the man in the baseball cap who were the last four people to enter also woke up one after another. After taking in their surroundings, their eyes quickly regained their clarity.

The short-haired woman reached out and grasped the token of lust in front of her, then put it into her storage space.

She glanced at the empty spot beside her, her brow furrowing slightly. Her two teammates were gone.

Only Wang Ze and Xia Yan remained in the hall with their eyes closed.

Wang Ze's brows furrowed slightly, and his lips moved occasionally, as if he were muttering something.

Xia Yan's expression was relaxed and at ease, with even a faint smile on her lips.

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them, then his brows furrowed: "No, no, Xia Yan's expression is not right."

Zhao Hai followed his gaze and saw that Xia Yan's face was too relaxed, too joyful, and there was no sign of her struggling at all.

He pursed his lips slightly: "Is there any way to help them, like forcibly waking them up?"

"No, we don't know what the consequences would be if they were awakened by external forces. It might even harm them."

Just as Chen Ye finished speaking, Wang Ze suddenly opened his eyes. His body lurched forward violently as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Just as he opened his eyes, a layer of purplish-black flames rose from Xia Yan's skin.

Her expression remained relaxed and cheerful, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Her lips parted slightly, uttering a muffled murmur: "Aze... Aze..."

"It's over."

Zhao Hai said in a low voice.

Wang Ze suddenly turned around and looked at Xia Yan. The purplish-black flames had spread all over her body, from her shoulders to her arms, and from her arms to her torso. Wherever the flames passed, her clothes and skin were being devoured inch by inch.

"Xiao Yan, wake up!"

Wang Ze's voice changed in that instant. He stretched out his hand, fingers spread, and suddenly reached out towards Xia Yan. His palm pierced through the scorching air and headed straight for Xia Yan's shoulder.

Just then, Chen Ye stretched out his right hand and precisely grabbed Wang Ze's wrist: "Don't touch that flame, you'll be burned to death."

Wang Ze's hand stopped less than a palm's width away from Xia Yan. He could feel the scorching heat licking the skin of the back of his hand, and he could see the purplish-black flames on Xia Yan's body engulfing her at an increasingly rapid pace.

"Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan! Wake up!"

His voice had completely changed, and he desperately tried to reach his hand forward, but Chen Ye's hand gripped his wrist like an iron hoop, remaining motionless.

Xia Yan couldn't hear Wang Ze's calls. She kept her eyes closed, and the relaxed smile on her lips remained unchanged. The flames on her body burned brighter and brighter.

"Xiaoyan——!"

Wang Ze's roar exploded in the hall.

Like the two passengers before her, Xia Yan was completely wiped out by the purple flames, leaving nothing behind.

The hall fell silent for a moment. Wang Ze remained in the same position, his hand outstretched, fingers spread, palm facing the now empty space.

After the purple flame dissipated, Chen Ye released Wang Ze's wrist.

Wang Ze's arms fell to his sides, and then he slumped down as if all support had been removed, his knees hitting the dark gray stone floor with a dull thud.

He kept his head down, his shoulders heaving violently, and there was no sound except for the suppressed gasps that squeezed out of his throat one by one.

He and Xia Yan had known each other since junior high school, went to the same high school and the same university, and only officially became a couple in college.

The two agreed to get married after graduating from university.

From the very first day he was put on the death train, he said he would definitely bring Xia Yan back.

He returned to that familiar world, but now Xia Yan left nothing behind, not even a corpse. In the end, he failed to protect Xia Yan.

At this moment, the light curtain above the hall began to fade, and the halo at the edge became diffused. The translucent light door lit up again, with a faint glow at the edge, and the entrance reopened.

The trial of lust has ended.

Three people died, and seven people obtained the certificate of lust.

Chen Ye's gaze swept over the short-haired woman and the man in the baseball cap. Both women sensed his gaze and stiffened slightly at the same moment, as if awaiting some kind of judgment.

But Chen Ye made no further move; he merely glanced at them before looking away.

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and quickly walked towards the already opened door of light. Their figures were swallowed up by the light behind the door and disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Hai turned his head to look at Chen Ye, thinking that Chen Ye was going to rob everyone on the train.

"Let's go, let's go out."

Chen Ye strode towards the portal of light.

Zhao Hai and Qin Zhaoyang quickly followed.

Yang Qing bent down and helped Wang Ze, who was slumped on the ground, to his feet.

Wang Ze remained silent, his gaze vacantly fixed on the ground, as Yang Qing helped him walk towards the gate of light.

The group passed through the portal one after another.

Outside the castle gate, Su Jin stood alone. She had not participated in the Seven Sins Trial this time. She saw Wang Ze being supported by Yang Qing and saw the empty expression on Wang Ze's face.

"Where's Xia Yan?"

Su Jin frowned.

"He's dead."

Yang Qing's voice was very soft.

"She's dead... Her mark of sin wasn't lust, how could this be..."

Su Jin murmured softly.

Chen Ye looked at Su Jin: "The absence of a corresponding sin mark does not necessarily mean safety. Xia Yan was not the only one who died in this trial; three people died in total."

Su Jin fell silent. Xia Yan, who didn't have the mark of lust, still failed the trial. If she were to go in herself, she would probably die as well.

Wang Ze kept his head down.

Yang Qing was still supporting him.

Chen Ye looked up and scanned the distant castle. All the markings and cursors were gone; the Food Desire Trial they participated in was the last one to be completed.

"Back to the plaza, today's trials are over."

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and strode towards the town center.

Zhao Hai and Qin Zhaoyang followed closely behind.

Su Jin stood next to Yang Qing, glanced at Wang Ze, and then looked away.

The three silently followed Chen Ye's steps, walking along the gray-white stone-paved street towards the town center.