Chapter 1320: Moon and Sword Light
These three pieces of information were hardly useful, and of course the price was very cheap—there wasn't even a guide. There were only two possibilities for this situation.
First, the death rate in this instance was extremely high, and the clearance rate was also low. Few players survived, and even those who did didn't know how to clear it.
Second, few people went to this instance, so the instance information wasn't valuable.
For a C-grade instance, the first possibility seemed more likely. Additionally, the information mentioned that Zone 023 was a post-disaster zone, meaning the entire zone had once suffered a devastating blow and had not been successfully rebuilt afterward.
Generally, such zones had extremely harsh natural environments—not just the climate, but also a large number of xenomorphs and mutant plants, making human survival difficult.
Of course, since a fixed instance was born here, there must still be some cities preserved, likely places similar to the W37 Base Station.
Food and water couldn't be purchased through the game platform, so they were always carried as essentials. As for antidotes, since they were mentioned, he had already bought a batch in advance, along with some anti-toxin equipment. As for transportation, he could buy it when he arrived.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Someone pounded heavily on the door and shouted, "You inside! Come out!"
Xu Huo closed his personal panel. When the person grew impatient and started kicking the door, he pressed the open button. "Something wrong?"
Standing outside the door was a tall, burly man with dark skin. He wore a vest, openly displaying his black player number, and pointed at Xu Huo. "Give me your room."
He tossed a stack of cash onto the table. "This is for you. Your room is mine."
Xu Huo smiled, threw the white notes back, and closed the door.
"Wait!" The dark, burly man quickly grabbed the doorframe. "Name your price! How much do you want?"
"I don't need money." The door closed as usual. The other party didn't force his way in. After the door shut, the woman leaning against the wall nearby said to the dark, burly man, "If they don't want to give it up, forget it. Being outside is the same."
The woman was badly injured, her face and lips deathly pale. She seemed to have lost a lot of blood and could barely speak.
The dark, burly man stood in front of her, blocking the malicious glances from inside the carriage. He made a move to help her up. "Let's go to another carriage."
But the woman shook her head. "We've already switched carriages twice. The others are probably the same."
The dark, burly man had no choice but to move her to a corner, using a defense shield to create a small space, and stood in front of the shield as a guard.
When the train announced that the lights were about to go out, the sky outside the train instantly switched to night. For a moment, everyone's breathing became lighter. Then, a pattering sound like raindrops began hitting the windows.
The thin carriage walls weren't very soundproof, or perhaps this effect was intentional. As the sounds grew denser, people inside soon felt as if something had plastered the outside, and even the noise became muffled, as if filtered through a soundproof layer.
But it didn't disappear.
If xenomorphs were jumping onto the train, then at least several layers must have been stuck to the outside by now. It was hard to tell if it was an illusion, but it seemed the train's speed had slowed down.
It wasn't an illusion. The train's speed had indeed slowed, but probably not because of the weight. The train itself had decelerated—a normal operation. When passing through areas particularly dense with xenomorphs, the train would slow down to reduce their impact on the tracks. Don't think these creatures only jumped onto the roof; they also landed on the tracks. If the tracks were blocked, the consequences could be more severe than xenomorphs breaking through the windows.
After the train noticeably slowed, the frequency of heavy objects hitting the windows decreased. It was unclear what the terrain on either side of the tracks was, but one could faintly hear the sound of xenomorphs falling off on both sides, suggesting a certain height.
The train remained silent for a long time. During this period, it was like unloading cargo—the xenomorphs clinging to the windows gradually jumped off. Before long, the pressure of being surrounded eased. After a while, the train's speed picked up again. Half an hour later, the xenomorphs outside had finally all fallen off.
Without the obstruction, they could finally glimpse the scenery outside the window. Though it was still night, a crescent moon appeared on each side of the sky, as if symmetrical along the tracks, at the exact same angle.
"It's rare to see the moon on a train," the severely injured woman sitting by the window suddenly said. "It's really beautiful."
No one responded to her words, and even the dark, burly man remained silent.
With this kind of light, players with good eyesight could naturally see whether there were xenomorph groups outside the tracks. Those who had dared not move before were now active again, and sounds of fighting soon came from the carriage ahead.
The sound seemed contagious, quickly spreading to more carriages, and the atmosphere in Xu Huo's carriage also grew tense. Just as two people were about to make a move on the severely injured woman and the dark, burly man, the door to the front carriage, which had been sealed with a prop, was suddenly yanked open. Moments later, the injured purple-eyed woman and six companions fled over one after another!
"Bang!" The last player used a prop to block the carriage door first, but unexpectedly, as soon as the door was set up, a powerful force pierced through the prop, breaking it in two and sending the player behind the door flying.
"Don't let him in!" the purple-eyed woman screamed. Before her voice faded, several sword lights flashed through the carriage, instantly cutting off four heads!
"Who is it!" someone in the carriage instinctively shouted. Looking toward the door, they saw a man in a strange, long robe lightly twist his sword in his hand. As the cold gleam of the blade flew out, several more sword lights followed—so fast that it seemed impossible to catch the slashing motion. The players in the carriage only saw him twist the sword, and then the unpredictable sword lights flew toward their heads!
With their guard up this time, no one died in the carriage, but two were severely injured. The long-robed man still stood at the door. Behind him in the transition carriage was his original carriage, where an arm was stuck in the rear door, preventing the automatic door from closing. As it opened and closed, one could see that carriage was filled with corpses.
"I don't believe you can kill us all!" As everyone's hearts sank, the purple-eyed female player suddenly spoke. "Do you dare to come in?!"
The long-robed man glanced at the closed room beside him and lifted his right foot—the people inside the carriage all stepped back at this move. But his action stopped at the door, because the door beside him opened, and a barely visible semi-transparent barrier stood inside the carriage door.
The barrier didn't completely seal the door; it left a certain gap. It also didn't block the sides or the top, looking more like a screen placed at the entrance.
The long-robed man withdrew his foot, stood still at the door for two seconds, then turned and left.
(Chapter End)