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

Qin Zhaoyang nodded: "Yes, the settlement reward was exactly 200 points."

"Give Hai Ge a recovery potion, and then give everyone some food and water."

Chen Ye has no idea where the next stop is or when it will arrive. The train's announcements haven't come on yet. Zhao Hai is still the strongest fighter in their team and must be back to his peak condition.

"Okay, Brother Ye."

Qin Zhaoyang quickly exchanged for a recovery potion from the store, and now he had a transparent tube about 10 centimeters long in his hand. The liquid inside was orange-yellow and shimmered slightly under the dim light of the carriage.

"It feels a bit like pee."

Qin Zhaoyang held the tube up to his eyes, frowned, and examined it for a couple of seconds. Then he opened the tube and smelled it, his brow relaxing slightly. "Thank goodness, it doesn't smell bad. Is this thing really that magical? Instantly healing injuries?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and give it to Brother Hai!"

Chen Ye rolled his eyes at him.

Qin Zhaoyang scurried across the corridor and handed the recovery potion to Zhao Hai: "Brother Hai, here you go."

Zhao Hai took the medicine, and without any hesitation, opened the tube, tilted his head back, and drank it down.

The moment the orange-yellow liquid flowed into his throat, the scabbed wound on his right shoulder began to heal at a visible speed.

The scab falls off, revealing pink new flesh underneath. The new flesh quickly darkens in color and blends into the surrounding skin within seconds.

Zhao Hai stretched his right shoulder and then his entire right arm, and his brows relaxed.

"alright?"

Wang Shuo leaned closer and stared at Zhao Hai's right shoulder for a long time.

"Okay, I don't feel anything at all, it's like I was never injured."

Zhao Hai clenched his fist, the silvery-gray metallic sheen spreading from his knuckles to his forearm before quickly fading away.

"Holy crap, this potion is too potent!" Wang Shuo turned to Qin Zhaoyang: "Zhaoyang, do you have any points left? Can you exchange one for me to keep on hand?"

"Do you think this is a cabbage? Go look in the special items section of the shop. It's 150 points each. I only have 200 points in total. What kind of money am I going to give you? I only have 50 points now, and I still have to feed and care for you guys."

Qin Zhaoyang retorted irritably.

Wang Shuo pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Chen Ye leaned back in his seat, looking out the window at the platform.

The fog dissipated quickly, and the view from the platform became exceptionally clear.

The dried bloodstains, the scattered pieces of clothing, the drag marks—everything was exposed to the pale sunlight, leaving no place to hide.

A figure ran out of the ruins outside the platform, rushed onto the platform, and sprinted toward the train.

It was a boy wearing a gray hoodie. He seemed to have an injury on his leg, and he limped as he ran, but he was fast. He gritted his teeth and rushed to the door of carriage number three, less than ten meters away from the open door.

He reached out his hand toward the car door, as if grasping at a straw.

Then the car door closed.

It doesn't close slowly, it closes instantly.

The black metal doors, like two giant guillotines, closed simultaneously from both sides.

"Bang--!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed across the empty platform.

The boy in the gray hoodie stopped his hand less than a meter from the car door.

He froze, like a statue, his hand still outstretched, his eyes still fixed on the closed door, his face filled with despair.

He lunged at the car window and smashed it with his fist.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A fist slammed into the glass, making a dull thud, but the car window remained motionless.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

His voice came in from outside the car window, distorted by the glass, but the despair in it pierced through the glass and stabbed into the ears of everyone in the carriage.

"Please...open the door...I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

His voice grew increasingly shrill and hoarse, and he pounded his fists on the glass more and more frequently, but the car window remained completely still.

The people in the carriage watched all this without saying a word; the door wasn't one they could open.

Chen Ye looked out the window, his expression unchanged, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

It's not that I'm cold-blooded, it's that I'm powerless.

If you miss the time, you won't be able to get on the bus and will be left in the city of corpses, which basically means certain death.

He glanced at the countdown.

【00:00:00】

Time has run out; it ended the moment the car doors closed.

The train started moving.

The sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails gradually changed from low frequency to high frequency, the car body vibrated slightly, and then began to accelerate.

The boy outside the train window was running desperately, trying to catch up with the train.

The carriage suddenly became unusually quiet.

Some covered their mouths, some closed their eyes, some lowered their heads and dared not look out the window anymore, and some stared blankly at the increasingly distant platform outside the window.

"He was left alone in the city of corpses..."

Qin Zhaoyang's voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

The train is still accelerating.

The platform's outline grew smaller and smaller in the field of vision, and the boy's figure became increasingly blurry, eventually turning into a dot before disappearing completely.

Grayish-white mist reappeared outside the train window, as if it were emanating from the train itself.

As the train sped up, the sound of the wheels rubbing against the tracks changed from a low murmur to a sharp one, then to a piercing one, before settling into a high-frequency range.

The announcements in the carriage did not come on.

No one spoke, no one knew where the next stop was, and no one knew what awaited them.

But at least while on the train, it is safe.

The thought crossed Chen Ye's mind for a moment before he suppressed it.

Safety is only temporary.

The death train will not keep them safe forever.

Chen Ye didn't want to think about it anymore.

I haven't slept for 24 hours, and my body has reached its limit.

He needs rest.

It is necessary to restore both the body and mind to their best condition.

Because the next stop won't be any simpler than the city of corpses.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw the gray fog outside the window suddenly being sucked away, and then he saw a train exactly like theirs whizzing past on the adjacent track.

All black, with a retro steam locomotive design, the rooftop chimney spews thick smoke, leaving a long black trail in the gray-white sky.

Black metal exterior, dark windows.

Chen Ye's pupils contracted slightly. The track spacing between the two trains was only about ten meters. At this distance, he could see some details on the other train.

The train carriages were marked with numbers.

G4864.

It is another train of death.