River Crab Tofu Casserole

Liang Kuan brought the train to a halt and first hauled the two Night Demons out of the carriage.

After his evolution, his strength had increased significantly; carrying these scrawny things, one in each hand, was no trouble at all.

Dragging the headless Night Demons, he could see large, charred patches on their iron-gray skin.

There was no need to guess; they had definitely been struck by Su Huan's high-voltage electricity.

But when he pulled up the Night Demon he had stomped to death himself, he was surprised to see the same charred marks on its body.

Liang Kuan remained silent for a moment before walking out with the two corpses.

He happened to see the passengers climbing down from the rear carriages one by one, while Su Huan stood there smiling, holding a roster like a Yama checking off names in the underworld.

As he passed by, he was called by name, and Liang Kuan couldn't help but tense his skin.

Su Huan raised his eyelids. "Collect the corpses from the front later as well. Let Wan Xing harvest them. If there are too many, discard the ones with less value."

"Understood."

Watching Liang Kuan carry the two Night Demon corpses onto the train, Su Huan continued to check the roster.

Now that everyone in the team had become an Evolutionist, they could share the burden; at the very least, they could hold the train if he wasn't around.

He gazed at the scorching sunlight; he had only been standing there for ten minutes, yet his back was already stinging from the heat.

The passengers before him looked listless, but compared to the refugees he had seen on the overpass, they were doing much better.

Su Huan constantly calculated the food in their possession and adjusted the ticket prices to prevent some from losing the motivation to scavenge, which would lead to them eating through their supplies until nothing was left.

The food they had left was limited, and many were already feeling the hunger pangs.

There was much to be done today, and sending them out to find food as soon as possible was the priority.

Su Huan fanned the roster, stirring up waves of heat. "Same old rules: three portions of supplies for a special ticket, or bring in a new passenger."

The crowd stirred, and a scarred man nearby asked, "If we bring in a new passenger, we don't have to pay the supplies?"

Su Huan smiled. "That's right. One new passenger counts as one and a half portions of supplies; two passengers and the fare is waived. Anyone who can bring back steel plates gets a free ride too."

"However—"

Hearing the coldness in Su Huan's tone, the crowd's expressions tightened, and they listened with renewed focus.

"I only want passengers between the ages of sixteen and fifty."

"I'll open a gap in the side fence for you shortly. Get ready to move out."

After Su Huan finished speaking, he hurried back onto the carriage.

He had exhausted his energy reserves protecting Liang Kuan earlier, even having to consume some Pan-Energy Crystals to replenish himself.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be sweating so profusely under the sun.

He still had to head out personally to find a fire truck later, so he needed to recover his energy as quickly as possible.

It wasn't that he didn't want to send others, but he was currently spread too thin.

As for the passengers in the back...

If that bunch of unruly people got their hands on guns, would they choose to fight the zombies first or him?

He still had to go himself.

Before he even reached the dining car, Su Huan heard a soft humming.

"Life's scenery drifts by; whenever I look back in loneliness, your love is always waiting for me not far away..."

It carried a sense of relaxed tenderness, like the hot wind wandering outside the train, colliding with his body, swirling, and then flowing away.

The voice flew off into the distance, free and soothing, leaving him stunned in place by the impact.

But she seemed to have noticed something, and the song stopped abruptly at its climax.

A rich, savory aroma wafted from the carriage, reminiscent of oily salted duck egg yolks.

Su Huan stepped into the dining car. A plate sat in the center of the dining table, held down by a heavy object. Yu Yue, wearing an apron, stood behind the cupboard. She had changed her ginger-yellow shirt for a white T-shirt and was wearing off-white ice-silk wide-leg pants.

She looked domestic and soft.

A large clay pot was simmering on the induction cooker, and the savory scent was drifting from it.

As Su Huan walked in, Yu Yue set down what she was holding at just the right moment, took an empty glass filled with ice from the refrigerator, poured half a bottle of cola into it, and handed it to him.

Su Huan took it and took a sip. "Where did you get the clay pot?"

He knew exactly what was in the kitchen.

"I dug it out of the luggage carriage. It's a brand-new pot, never used. I was thinking of making river crab stewed with tofu tonight."

Yu Yue kept her hands in front of her, her rounded legs pressed together without a gap, standing properly like a maid answering her master.

"Tofu?"

Su Huan looked at the object pressed down in the basin on the table, his gaze darkening. The little aunt had quite a few skills.

"It's brine tofu. I made it this morning, so it'll be ready to eat by tonight."

"Clothes too?"

"Mm."

"Are there any for me?"

Looking at the young man before her with his delicate yet sharp features, a flash of bewilderment crossed Yu Yue's almond-shaped eyes.

How could this person be as cold and cruel as a demon one moment, and like a child begging for candy the next?

The transition was incredibly smooth, making him impossible to fathom.

"I collected some and put them in my room," Yu Yue said, stealing a glance at Su Huan's expression.

Su Huan's face turned slightly cold. "If I didn't ask, you weren't planning on giving them to me, right?"

"No, that's not it, I was going to bring them to your room as soon as I finished cooking."

Yu Yue said weakly.

Daily Intimidation 1/1

Seeing her timid appearance, Su Huan felt much more at ease. He let out a soft huff, sat on the orange cat sofa with his iced cola, and began to silently absorb the Pan-Energy Crystal to restore his energy.

After a while, Su Huan felt something was off. He frowned and opened his eyes.

He looked suspiciously at the woman busy at work.

She was using a kitchen knife and a cutting board, so why was there absolutely no sound?

And the bubbling of the boiling clay pot, the humming of the air conditioner—why had all these sounds of daily life that gave him peace of mind vanished?

Soon, Yu Yue became stiff under his icy, cold gaze. She slowly turned around and offered a flattering smile. "I was afraid the noise from cooking would disturb you..."

Su Huan's face twitched. "You are forbidden from blocking my perception in the future!"

With the surroundings deathly silent, how could he dare to close his eyes?

"Mm..."

In an instant, the chaotic mix of sounds returned, and Su Huan finally let out a sigh of relief. Without these sounds, he lost his sense of orientation within the space.

This was a truly terrifying prospect.

Fortunately, Yu Yue didn't pull any more stunts afterward.

An hour later, feeling the abundant energy within his body, Su Huan opened his eyes once again.

The midday sun was blindingly white. Looking out through the squares cut into the explosion-proof mesh, Liang Kuan was slowly reversing the Hydrogen Train along the reflective tracks.

A group of workers was busy hauling pipes and steel plates.

Each one of them was as hot as a steamed shrimp, their skin flushed red and bright, sweat flying everywhere.

He stood up to stretch, downed the melted ice water in his cup, and walked toward the outside of the train.