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

Zhou Yating paused for a moment, then brought up the system panel and scanned the light screen for two seconds: "I can learn it. Water and ice are both of the same element type, but I only have 100 points, which I can't exchange for recovery potions. Besides, points can't be traded, so I can't even put them together."

"I have 150 points, which is just enough."

Zhao Hai, who was across the aisle, opened his eyes. He flipped his hand, and the light screen of the system store unfolded in front of him. He tapped the screen a few times with his fingers.

A transparent tube about ten centimeters long appeared in his hand, the liquid inside was orange-yellow, shimmering faintly under the dim lights of the carriage.

Zhao Hai handed the recovery potion to Chen Ye: "Here you go."

Chen Ye took the medicine and weighed it in his hand. The glass tube was cold, and the liquid inside did not bubble when shaken, like some kind of high-viscosity solution.

"We must get this skill book." Chen Ye held the potion in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the people present: "The class monitor's talent allows all four elemental attribute skills to deal double damage. We can't let this talent go to waste."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips: "However, exchanging this D-grade skill book for a recovery potion is still too expensive; we'll have to haggle."

"Bargaining?" Qin Zhaoyang approached, looking bewildered. "How do you bargain? Are you suggesting we give him half a vial of medicine?"

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng also looked puzzled. They exchanged a glance and then looked at Chen Ye at the same time, wondering what he meant by "bargaining".

Zhao Hai didn't ask; he was used to Chen Ye's style of speaking in half-truths. He simply leaned back in his seat, waiting to see what Chen Ye would do next.

Chen Ye stood up from his seat, holding the orange-yellow recovery potion in his right hand and patting the dust off his clothes with his left.

He turned around and his gaze swept across the entire carriage.

The 15 people who survived and returned from carriage number three are now scattered across various seats.

Some people were sleeping, some were looking at the system panel, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were staring blankly at the gray fog outside the window.

"Which one of you is Qian Bin?"

Chen Ye's voice rang out in the carriage.

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Then a weak voice came from the front of the carriage: "I...I am."

Chen Ye looked in the direction of the sound.

It was coming from the front row of the carriage, near the window.

Chen Ye took the recovery potion and walked over.

Zhou Yating followed, her pace quickening, clearly showing her interest in the skill book.

"Let's go too, and see how Brother Ye bargains."

Qin Zhaoyang jumped up from his seat and jogged after him.

Zhao Hai stood up and walked behind at a leisurely pace.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng exchanged a glance, then got up and followed.

The six people walked toward the front of the carriage, their footsteps echoing in the quiet aisle.

Everyone else in the carriage looked up, their eyes following the movement of the group.

Chen Ye walked to the front of the carriage and sat down in the seat next to Qian Bin.

Qian Bin was wearing a dark blue windbreaker, the left side of which was torn in a large tear, revealing his arm wrapped in strips of cloth underneath. The cloth strips were soaked in blood, turning dark red, and were still seeping blood.

His face was frighteningly pale, his lips were dry and cracked, his eyes were sunken, and he leaned back in his chair like a light that was about to go out.

Chen Ye didn't rush to speak, but first observed Qian Bin's condition.

He was badly injured, not only in his arm, but also breathing rapidly with very little chest movement, as if he was enduring pain with every breath.

"Qian Bin, may I ask how many points you have right now?"

Chen Ye asked casually.

Qian Bin raised his eyelids and glanced at him. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, but he was still conscious.

His lips moved slightly, and he uttered a hoarse voice: "110."

A recovery potion costs 150 points. Qian Bin couldn't afford to buy a recovery potion himself. He was really at his wit's end, so he took out the skill book to save his life.

"Your skill book isn't worth a single recovery potion."

Chen Ye's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Qian Bin's eyelid twitched.

"If you want to exchange, you'll need to add two more stamina potions. You just said you have 110 points, two stamina potions are worth 100 points, and the remaining 10 points should be enough for food and drink. If you don't have enough food and drink, come find us, and we'll exchange your points for food."

Chen Ye began to take advantage of the chaos.

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Before, someone would have jumped out and cursed Chen Ye for being inhuman and heartless, but now no one would say that. Those who survived and returned to the train have already grasped the rules of survival in the apocalypse.

Qian Bin's face turned bright red.

His lips trembled slightly, and the words were squeezed out through clenched teeth: "You...you're...taking advantage of my misfortune."

According to Chen Ye's calculation, his D-level skill book was only worth 50 points, the recovery potion was worth 150 points, and after deducting the two energy potions (worth 100 points), his skill book was only worth 50 points.

What's the difference between exchanging a D-level skill book for 50 points and robbing someone?

Four or five white-quality weapons have appeared in the chat group, but not a single skill book has appeared, which is enough to prove how precious skill books are.

Chen Ye leaned back in his seat, his hands in his pockets, his expression unchanged.

"Dude, don't get agitated. You're badly injured, and without recovery medicine, you probably won't make it through the night. Right now, only we in carriage three have enough points to exchange for medicine. If you don't exchange, we won't lose anything, but you'll lose your life."

He paused, looking directly into Qian Bin's eyes: "What use are skills if you die? Maybe your skill books will fall out of your storage space when you die, and we can just pick them up."

The moment those words were spoken, it was as if the air in the carriage had been sucked out, and a strange light flashed in the eyes of everyone else.

Qin Zhaoyang, standing behind Chen Ye, was taken aback when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up.

He took a step forward, poking his head out from behind Chen Ye's shoulder with a look of sudden realization, and added insult to injury: "Then what should we switch to? I'll just stay here and watch him die."

His tone was innocent and naive, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

But these words were even more damaging than Chen Ye's earlier statement.

Qian Bin's face went from flushed to deathly pale, then from deathly pale to ashen. His lips trembled even more violently, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

He glanced at Chen Ye, then at the five people behind Chen Ye, his gaze sweeping over them one by one before finally settling back on Chen Ye's face.

His fist loosened, not because he had figured it out, but because he realized he had no other choice.

Of all the survivors in carriage number three, only this team could afford to exchange 150 points for a recovery potion.

"Okay, I'll change."

Qian Bin's voice was hoarse, as if he had used a lot of effort to squeeze out those two words.

He tapped the system panel a few times, and two red liquid energy potions appeared in his hand. Then he flipped his hand over, and a skill book with a cover shimmering with a pale white glow appeared in his palm.

He handed Chen Ye two energy potions and a skill book together.