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

Jiang Ning's brows furrowed even more.

He had already used his spatial cube prop, given the Gale Crossbow to Zhao Hai, and now all he had left was an ordinary knife he found at the supermarket.

If you leave now, the items you dropped may have already been picked up by the time you come back.

The woman with the throwing knife, the one hiding in the shadows who stole the person he killed, or some other lurking figure known as "Old Six".

He gritted his teeth.

Just then, the first monster burst out of the mist.

The monster was a size larger than the one seen during the day, nearly two meters tall, with dark red lines covering its gray skin, like blood vessels emerging from its surface.

During the day, these monsters' eyes were still pitch black, but now they had turned blood red, as if they had entered some kind of berserk state.

Without hesitation, it pounced on the person closest to it.

The man reacted quickly, dodging to the side, but the monster's claws still left three deep blood grooves on his arm, and blood gushed out instantly.

"ah--!"

A scream pierced the night sky.

Then, even more monsters poured out of the mist.

Not just one or two, but dozens, even hundreds, poured in simultaneously from the north, east, and west sides of the square.

They run like lizards, on all fours, much faster than during the day. Their gray figures weave through the mist, like a group of hungry sharks smelling blood.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted that.

The crowd erupted instantly.

Of the fifteen A-level followers, seven or eight turned and ran away without looking back.

The remaining few hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran as more and more monsters poured into the square.

The elite team of more than a dozen people collapsed instantly.

Zhu Peng stood there, looking at the fleeing people, then at Jiang Ning, his expression twisted horribly.

"Jiang Ning, are you fucking leaving or not?"

He called him by his first name, the first time he had ever done so.

Jiang Ning struggled to look away from the fallen items on the ground.

The book was still inside the light shield, lying quietly next to the lizard-headed corpse, radiating a faint glow.

The light shimmered faintly in the night, as if mocking him.

A gray-skinned monster rushed up from behind him, less than ten meters away.

"Walk!"

Zhu Peng grabbed Jiang Ning's arm and practically dragged him south.

"Damn it, let's go!"

Jiang Ning gritted her teeth, took one last look at the book, and then turned and ran away.

His voice was full of resentment.

The monsters had already spotted them and, like huskies seeing shit, were chasing after the two relentlessly.

Jiang Ning activated the Emperor Engine again, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

A pale red halo enveloped his body, making him look like a moving lantern in the night, which made him the most conspicuous target for the monsters.

At this moment, he was not as fast as when he was dealing with the lizard head, because he no longer had the agility boost from the crossbow, but he did not abandon Zhu Peng beside him.

He grabbed Zhu Peng's arm and practically dragged him along as they ran, when a sharp screech came from behind them.

A monster that pounced from behind missed its target, its claws grazing Jiang Ning's back. His windbreaker was torn in three places, the fabric flying up to reveal the white T-shirt underneath.

"Left! It's coming from the left again!"

Zhu Peng's voice even changed tone.

Jiang Ning turned his head and saw two monsters rushing out of the mist on the left, one in front of the other, their eyes bloodshot, lunging at them.

They were at least 30 percent faster than during the day, and their quadrupedal running posture was more like that of a lizard.

The spine bends and stretches with incredible amplitude, and each launch can take three or four meters.

Jiang Ning did not slow down.

He pulled a boning knife from the supermarket's fresh produce section from his waist with his right hand, held it in reverse, and suddenly turned to the side while running.

The 10 points of agility from the Emperor Engine came in handy at this moment, and the pale red figure drew an arc in the mist, passing between the two gray-skinned monsters.

"puff--!"

The boning knife sliced ​​through the throat of the first monster, the blade cutting through the gray skin, and black liquid spurted out.

"puff--!"

The second stab pierced the eye socket of the second monster, the blade completely submerged, leaving only the hilt sticking out.

The two monsters froze in mid-air for a moment, then crashed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and remained motionless.

More monsters poured out of the mist.

In the grayish-white mist, blood-red eyes, as numerous as stars, gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

Those eyes flickered uncertainly in the darkness, like clusters of will-o'-the-wisps floating in the darkness.

……

Central Plaza.

The rooftop of the tall building on the south side.

The five people lay motionless on the cement ground.

Chen Ye closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sounds around him. The monster's roar and the roar of Jiang Ning's Emperor Engine gradually faded away until they disappeared.

The other four didn't dare to breathe.

"The monster army should have all gone after Jiang Ning's team. Let's go down and collect the dropped items."

Chen Ye was the first to stand up.

He dusted off his clothes, turned around and walked towards the stairwell, his quick movements startling the other four.

"Brother Ye, are you crazy?" Qin Zhaoyang was still lying on the ground, his voice low. "Those monsters down there haven't gone far yet. Going down now is just suicide!"

"If we don't go down now, it will be too late once Jiang Ning and the others get rid of the monsters and come back."

Chen Ye didn't stop walking; he had already reached the entrance to the rooftop.

"There might still be monsters down there. Should we wait a little longer?"

Zhou Yating also stood up from the ground and asked tentatively.

"I can't wait."

Chen Ye only replied with three words before disappearing into the darkness at the stairwell.

Qin Zhaoyang gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and chased after him.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng exchanged a glance and followed.

Zhou Yating stood on the rooftop, took a deep breath, glanced at the thick, impenetrable gray fog in the direction of the square, and turned to follow the group.

Five people walked down the stairs.

The hallway was pitch black, with only the dim yellow light from the flashlight Qin Zhaoyang had picked up from the supermarket. The beam of light flickered on the wall, casting distorted shadows of several people.

No one spoke; the sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow stairwell, amplified many times over.

As Chen Ye descended from the twelfth floor to the first floor, he felt as if he had walked for a long time, yet it also felt like only a blink of an eye.

The door on the first floor was half open, and grayish-white mist poured in through the cracks, spreading a thin, flowing "carpet" on the floor of the foyer.

Chen Ye paused behind the door and listened to the sounds outside.

The roars were already far away; the sounds came from the north and west of the city, intermittent, as if separated by several layers of walls.

There were no footsteps nearby, no scratching of claws on the ground, and no sounds indicating that danger was at the door.

Chen Ye gently pushed open the door and went out.