Chapter 2834: If You Don't Want To, Then Die
"What's the situation?" The middle-aged woman kindly leaned over, took a look, and said, "Poisoned, hurry up and inject an antidote."
The man felt it was bad luck and quickly gave himself two injections. After confirming there were signs of improvement, he bandaged the wound to block others' gazes.
The players in the same car only glanced over before looking away. Compared to this, they were more worried about the journey ahead. If another attack came, they wouldn't even need to fight—they'd die on the tracks.
Players from the rear cars suggested squeezing into the front. Except for the first and second cars near the locomotive, no one in the other cars objected.
So, for the sake of fairness, people from the rear cars moved forward one by one. Before long, the players from the car behind Xu Huo's, plus those from the transition car, had all come in. Among them were the man and woman who had fled after yesterday's conflict.
The car was spacious enough that over a dozen people entering didn't make it cramped. The earlier middle-aged woman and her group naturally each occupied a room, and Xu Huo also took one. However, he didn't go inside but sat on the sofa outside the room.
Seeing the empty room, the newcomers were eager to claim it. Someone politely asked, only to find that everyone in the car unanimously turned their gaze toward Xu Huo.
In other words, everyone in the car acknowledged that the room belonged to Xu Huo, even if it was empty.
The "tragic lovers" from yesterday weren't strong enough to argue, and since they had come in from the transition car, the two remaining rooms weren't for them. But they didn't dare to seize the room next to Xu Huo's either, so they meekly went to a corner to stay.
Seeing everyone's eyes fixed on him, Xu Huo ignored them all, got up, and entered the room. The door closed, and the shielding program activated, blocking outside sightlines.
Fortunately, no one caused trouble at this moment, and everyone found their own places to rest.
Their luck was both good and bad. Not long after they set off, a overturned train appeared beside the tracks ahead. Most of its cars were battered and bloodstained, clearly the result of a fierce battle. Fortunately, the tracks had been cleared. As their train passed, eleven players boarded from the rear cars.
These people all had bloodshot eyes and were abnormally excited, not looking like they had been near the tracks for many days. Moreover, the corpses lying inside and outside the train mostly died from weapons—these eleven were the "lucky survivors" of that train.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that anyone who could survive such a slaughter was no pushover, especially since they looked far from normal. The players on the train didn't want to be the ones to stick their necks out, so they simply made way, letting them go wherever they pleased.
This group wasn't polite either, heading straight for the first and second cars.
For safety reasons, the closer to the locomotive, the safer it was. After all, the train had staff, and the fully metal-wrapped locomotive was obviously sturdier than the transparent rear cars.
The people in the first and second cars weren't so generous. They hadn't agreed to the peaceful negotiation from the rear cars earlier, so how could they now be driven out without a fight? Thus, the two sides began one-on-one or one-on-many high-precision battles, brutally fighting while trying to avoid damaging the train as much as possible.
The front cars had a numerical advantage and a few strong players, so the two sides couldn't decide the outcome quickly. After some calculation, the eleven blood-soaked fighters retreated to the third car, driving out the people inside, intending to claim it.
A few players voluntarily retreated to the transition car. It was a bit embarrassing, but better than losing their lives.
The rest refused to leave, and another evenly matched battle was about to break out.
Xu Huo watched from his room and couldn't help but laugh. He pushed open the door and coldly stared at the crowd outside. "Only dogs piss to mark territory. If you want to stay, behave yourselves. If you don't want to, then die!"
Before they could glare at him, the spatial power within the car condensed into countless space bodies, space blades, and tangents, trapping them tightly like a border.
Looking at these people caught in their own defensive barriers, Xu Huo raised an eyebrow, manipulated the space blades to pierce the already broken windows, and said slowly, "Or we could all die together."
"Brother, don't be impulsive!" The poisoned man, who had been about to leave the car, shouted from the back door. "If the train is destroyed, we won't be lucky enough to wait for another one!"
The players in other cars, who had been watching the show, also quieted down. The quick-tongued ones began earnestly persuading, since killing one player was hard, but destroying the train was far too easy.
"Are you done or not?" The middle-aged woman looked at the newcomers. "The train is big enough—don't you have anywhere to sit? Why do you have to fight over cars? Trying to show off? I'd like to see how you die when the train is destroyed!"
The eleven who had incurred everyone's wrath wanted to imitate Xu Huo, but they weren't crazy. Being lucky enough to catch a train on the tracks was already incredible; they couldn't hope for another chance.
"Madman!" The leader finally cursed under his breath and was the first to put away his props.
The conflict subsided, and Xu Huo released his spatial power. The precarious windows were preserved. After he returned to his room, a few players voluntarily came out to reinforce the windows. For safety, they even erected a layer of metal barrier on the inside, leaving only two narrow observation strips on each side.
But peace didn't last long. Among the later boarders, one person looked clearly off. He was panting like an ox, his eyes bloodshot, and he stared at those around him with ill intent.
The other ten who had been sitting near him familiarly activated small defensive barriers and distanced themselves.
"We were attacked by a flock of birds earlier. After the train overturned, almost all of us were scratched. This toxin isn't fatal, but it gradually makes people lose their minds. Most of those who died on that train were killed by us because they went berserk and attacked randomly," the leading man said, wiping the grime off his face.
"And you still dared to go to the front cars?" the middle-aged woman asked in shock.
The leading man didn't answer. If they couldn't survive, dragging everyone on this train down with them wouldn't be bad. Besides, if they had stayed at the rear, the others might have dismantled the car and thrown them off.
A female player then stepped forward and said, "I know a bit about pharmacology. Let me take a look first."
Instead of examining the player already on the verge of going berserk, she asked the leading man for a blood sample. After testing it with a portable device, she sighed in relief. "It's infected with JE9 virus. That's not a big deal. You probably used the wrong antidote. Just buy the corresponding antidote for this virus on the game platform."
Hearing this, the poisoned players opened their personal panels, confirmed the symptoms, and first bought one dose to inject into the man who was about to lose control.
"Wait." That man hadn't completely lost his mind yet. He looked at the female player and asked, "What model of device can detect this virus?"