Midnight Corpse Tide

Su Huan called out to Yu Yue, casually picking up a boxed meal and opening it.

The potatoes were cut into chunks, mixed with a small amount of diced radish and minced beef, and stewed until soft and savory, covering the rice with a mouth-watering aroma.

There were also some pickled radishes on the side.

"Is it all potato beef stew?"

Su Huan asked.

"There aren't many vegetables left, and the quantity is large, so I made something easier." Yu Yue looked a bit nervous, paused, and added, "I didn't put too much beef in; I just minced it so it would look like more."

Su Huan naturally wouldn't be so petty, saying indifferently, "It's fine. People doing manual labor need to eat well to put in the effort. I'll go with you."

Passing through storage carriage No. 6, Su Huan lifted five cases of mineral water and followed her toward the back.

Although the consumption was high, it was only temporary.

As long as they weren't working, this group of workers would still have to go out and find supplies; for every bottle of water they drank, they would have to pay him back three. It was a guaranteed profit.

The carriage was dim, and only the sound of the dining car's wheels could be heard.

"By the way, is the door locked from the inside or was it welded shut?"

Su Huan asked casually.

Yu Yue said weakly, "I modified it a little. As long as we don't open the door from this side, they can't open it from the other side."

Su Huan looked up, his eyelids twitching.

This group of guys really had some ideas; the originally simple door lock had been replaced with an external one, featuring three horizontal metal bolts that made it look like the door to a vault.

Beyond the locking mechanism, the strength of the door itself had also been significantly improved; at the very least, it wouldn't be smashed open by a Blood Hound in one hit.

Yu Yue opened the three visible locks and one hidden lock in sequence before they entered the bridge between the carriages.

Seeing Su Huan and his companion, the workers on the other side quickly opened the door.

A wave of stifling heat and stench rushed toward them.

Su Huan's expression remained unchanged. Wang He was still in his usual attire, but he looked as if he had been fished out of water; his hair was soaked, and beads of sweat rolled down constantly.

He smiled bitterly upon meeting them, "The rear carriage is too hot. Can you turn on the air conditioning?"

"Air conditioning is also a resource. If you want it turned on, you need additional supplies."

"It's twenty-eight or twenty-nine degrees in here; people are going to die of heatstroke."

"Don't worry, the temperature will be lower at night, twenty-six degrees at most. No one will die."

Su Huan said calmly.

Wang He choked, could only sigh, and went to get his food. His mood improved significantly when he saw the fragrant potato beef rice.

He called out to the people behind him, and they all came to collect their meals.

Once the water and food were distributed, Su Huan and Yu Yue left.

Deep inside carriage No. 9.

Gao Zhe watched the bobbing heads in front of him, his gaze deep.

Before long, a man with a scar on his face walked over, looking surprised, "That guy Su is actually here to hand out food to those workers. Potato beef rice... damn! Hot food. I haven't had that in a long time. Looking at it makes me want to snatch some."

Gao Zhe ate his compressed biscuits in small bites, his tone calm, "It's just a tactic to divide us. They have 120 people; what are you going to use to snatch it?"

The scar-faced man cursed under his breath, "Damn it, this group of workers has pushed many of our people to the back."

Gao Zhe remained unmoved.

"How was your day today?" A low, steady voice sounded from across Gao Zhe.

Gao Zhe looked up at the man opposite him. His eyebrows were slightly gray, but those eyes were terrifyingly dark.

"My luck was bad. I fell into a pile of zombies and had to sustain some injuries to escape."

"Were you discovered?"

Gao Zhe hesitated for a moment, "I'm not sure, but he definitely remembered me."

"Then you were discovered."

The old man tapped his two index fingers heavily on the small table, making a dull thud sound, "In all things, one must prepare for the worst. Just proceed as if he has discovered you."

"His ability is too bizarre. Using his index finger is just a facade; any part of his body can emit high-temperature energy blasts..."

"Are you afraid?"

"I just need an opportunity."

"Opportunities are never things you wait for."

"Don't rush me; I will make my move naturally."

Gao Zhe finished the last bite of his biscuit, grabbed a hoodie, tucked it behind his head as a pillow, and closed his eyes to rest.

Su Huan did not go to rest; he was plagued by a persistent sense of unease.

Perhaps it was because of the news about the Corpse Cocoon today.

Under normal circumstances, he would have already fled.

But having completed a quarter of the armored plating today gave him a fair amount of confidence, and he planned to stay here to secure another batch of plates tomorrow.

He had only managed to acquire seven hundred or so today, leaving a gap of over two thousand.

It would be a massive struggle to find this many standard steel plates anywhere else.

Suddenly, an inexplicable irritation rose within his heart.

Su Huan instinctively glanced toward the seventh carriage.

With a light tap of his toes, he arrived at the door without a sound. He lifted the curtain to find a group of people sprawled across the chairs and the floor, fast asleep; there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Perhaps every carriage should be fitted with an iron gate."

Su Huan thought to himself.

Yet, the warning sign in his heart did not fade; instead, it grew increasingly intense.

He quickly locked onto the cause: it was his skill—Pan-Energy Perception.

The reason he had been able to see the Blood Hound by some stroke of luck last time was because he had sensed the pan-energy, and his body had instinctively sent him a warning!

Su Huan's heart sank. He walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked outside.

His black pupils constricted violently.

A zombie horde!

And a massive one at that!

Countless zombies were packed densely along the fence outside the tracks, one pressing against another, forming a second barrier. From time to time, zombies would tumble down from the top.

They were swaying as they walked toward the train.

Su Huan dropped the curtain and ran quickly toward the front of the train, shouting in a low voice, "Turn off all the lights! Liang Kuan, go drive!"

There was no need for further reminders; everyone had already discovered the scene and stood ready as if facing a formidable enemy.

Liang Kuan, who had been busy, did not hesitate for a second. He dropped what he was holding and sprinted over.

As the lights went out, the entire train plunged into darkness.

Everyone rushed to the front, watching Liang Kuan complete the steps to start the train. Feeling the heavy roar of the train engine, the group finally felt a bit more at ease.

Su Huan stood by the window, looking down at the surging zombies with a gloomy expression.

"Boom—"

The train slowly began to move, but it felt as if it were meeting immense resistance. Sounds of constant slapping, scratching, and the popping of bubble wrap crackled incessantly.

"There are too many zombies in front of the engine; I can't pick up speed."

Liang Kuan said in a deep voice.

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Su Huan's eyes. "Xiaoba, go seal the door to carriage seven. Everyone else, stay at the front."

Qi Xiaoba's gaze was firm. "Understood. No one will be able to get through in the chaos."

"Good."

Su Huan sat directly in the passenger seat, placing his palm on the control panel.

He took a deep breath.

Surging pan-energy was continuously converted into electrical energy, forcefully injected into the train's engine!

The engine, which had been sounding sluggish, seemed to take a massive gulp of air.

It roared with all its might, causing the entire front of the train to tremble slightly as it shrieked and pushed forward.

Under the cover of night, a steel dragon struggled with all its might to move forward!

It was trying to break free from the quagmire of the zombie horde!