Chapter 8: Chapter 7: “Metal Manipulator

Su Huan put on a bitter smile just right, “There’s no rescue, we’re just a group of refugees. Who would have thought the world would turn like this so suddenly? We thought if we head north where it’s colder, maybe we can freeze those living dead to death.”

“There’s not much food left on the bus. Everyone go down and look for some. Do you want to get on the bus?”

The bespectacled man looked at the silent crowd around him, hesitating for a moment.

Su Huan continued to persuade, “There are more people on the bus, and if something happens, we can take care of each other.”

At this time, his family also gathered around. The old lady with a face full of wrinkles said, “Get on the bus, get on the bus! Everyone huddle for warmth, it’s just that bus ticket…”

The old lady’s eyes twinkled with a bit of a pathetic tone, “Our whole family just barely escaped, didn’t bring much money, there’s just one car parked outside, don’t know if it can cover the bus fare?”

Su Huan cursed the old thing in his heart.

Did she think he was blind? She was just hiding jewelry with her daughter-in-law earlier.

But his face didn’t show a hint of it. Instead, he squinted his eyes a little, his eyes slightly red, and sighed, “You indeed have it hard carrying your family around. I’ll cover the ticket out of my own pocket, but you better not spread this around, or the conductor will punish me.”

The old lady laughed, her wrinkles stretching, “Young man, you’re really a good person. Don’t worry, our family understands the rules very well, we won’t say a word!”

Su Huan chuckled and opened the roster, “Just leave a name, and you can board. You’re in carriage number 20.”

The bespectacled man felt something was off, so he left a fake name, just to be safe.

After noting down a few names, Su Huan said, “Just head to the back once you’re inside. It might be a little crowded, but given your age, they’ll make room for you.”

“Alright, alright, good lad.”

The old lady praised continuously.

The whole family, not suspecting anything, happily boarded the carriage.

Seeing them board, Su Huan finally let out a cold laugh. The entire family wasn’t easy to deal with.

That young woman had asked him for help repeatedly, and the old lady’s younger son looked fierce, always having his hand in his pocket.

The most annoying was that little brat, who slyly took a bag of chips as soon as he got on the bus, doing it so skillfully; clearly not his first time.

And it was even Su Huan’s favorite flavor.

Even so, Su Huan let them on the bus easily.

Instead, he was a bit expectant in his heart.

In a closed environment with scarce resources, the breakdown of morals happens even faster.

Of course, the train’s atmosphere becoming like this was mainly because of Su Huan.

He intensified the imbalance of resources.

Su Huan looked at a group of old passengers with strange expressions, forcing a smile, “I covered your tickets too, if you’re dissatisfied with anything, just say it.”

Everyone shook their heads repeatedly.

Newcomers boarded without a ticket, but the next day, when reaching a new place, they had to repay the conductor doubly for his kindness.

Otherwise, they’d be kicked off the train.

At this point, no one knew how many kilometers the train had traveled; they had long left the places they were familiar with. Leaving the train now was basically a dead end.

Material handovers continued until the sun inclined westward.

Suddenly, Su Huan saw a familiar figure and froze in place.

“Master Eight…”

“Can we board?” asked a young woman in a welfare institution’s short-sleeved shirt.

Su Huan’s eyes were fixed on the person in front of her.

A teenage boy in a black shirt was sitting in a wheelchair, with eyes that were both black and white, still holding a metallic sheen.

The core of building the armed train actually had two parts.

One was Su Huan, who provided various energies, and the other was Master Eight, who could reconnect broken tracks.

He was the most complete “manipulator” of metals Su Huan had encountered in his last life; various types of alloys could be manipulated at will in his hands.

He originally wanted to finish his tasks and look for him, but unexpectedly met him here.

Truly a wonderful coincidence.

Su Huan grew even more confident in his train plan.

Seeing no response from Su Huan, the woman bit her lip and asked again.

Su Huan licked his lips, “No problem, get on board.”

A trace of joy finally appeared on the woman’s face as she pushed the wheelchair to the side of the train, looked at the height difference, bit her lip, and grabbed the sides of the wheelchair.

The heavy wheelchair was directly lifted up.

Everyone was somewhat surprised.

Su Huan could see very clearly from the side, the metallic sheen in the boy’s eyes grew even more intense.

“Give her a hand.”

Su Huan said to Liang Kuan beside him.

In his past life, when he met Qi Xiaobai, the other was already a second-tier professional in the field of “manipulators.”

He only knew the other came from the welfare institution in Wen’an City, Qi Xiaobai always remained secretive about everything else.

He hadn’t seen this young woman, she must have died.

Qi Xiaobai was best known for taking in many orphaned children after the apocalypse and frequently helping others, earning the name Saint Mother.

No one understood him, including Su Huan.

In doomsday times, when everyone felt insecure, who would want to be a Saint Mother?

But when mentioning Qi Xiaobai, everyone would give a thumbs up and respectfully call him Master Eight.

Because nobody knew when Master Eight’s Saint Mother glory might shine upon them.

And Su Huan was very lucky; he was one person who had been sheltered twice by Master Eight’s Saint Mother brilliance.

Liang Kuan came forward and took the wheelchair from the woman’s hands.

By this time, there weren’t many people left outside, and Su Huan intended to close the door after taking this round of tickets.

Suddenly, a slight muffled sound caught his attention.

Looking up puzzled, the strange sound disappeared again.

But somehow, a creepy feeling arose in his heart, and he instinctively activated Level 1’s pan-energy perception.

Within one meter, nothing seemed out of place.

“Imagination…”

Su Huan muttered under his breath, just about to call the next person, when a scream suddenly erupted in front of him.

Su Huan instinctively looked up, his pupils abruptly shrinking to the size of a needlepoint.

A beast the size of a medium-sized dog whizzed overhead, directly pouncing on a passenger about to board the train.

With one bite, blood splattered.

The beast was hairless, as if skinned, with bright red flesh exposed to the air, its body veins winding like exposed pipes. Its blood-red eyes slightly contracted, scanning for its next target.

Finally, it met Su Huan’s gaze head-on.

’Evolution Beast, Bloodhound!’

Luckily he was inside the train collecting tickets!

If he were outside and got sneak-attacked by this thing, he would end up just as dead!

Su Huan drew in a sharp breath, shouting, “Close the door!”

At the same time, he yanked the window down.

“Bang—Screeeech”

Sharp claws scraped against the tempered glass, creating an ear-piercing noise.

Several passengers scrambled on board, quickly retreating to the rear carriage, each pushing against the door anxiously watching the bloodhound outside.

“That thing won’t come for us, right?” a trembling old passenger said.

“Shut up! The one named Su is closest to that dog, if it bites anyone, it’ll bite him!”

Someone said viciously.

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