A moment of silence fell over the entire room.

The monsters in carriage number nine who had previously mocked Su Luo suddenly fell straight to the ground upon seeing this, feigning death and silently chanting, "Don't look at me, don't look at me!"

As for the people and ghosts who escaped from carriage number eight, they all retreated and huddled together, afraid that the lady might suddenly take an interest and kill them all!

Glancing at the commotion in carriage nine, Su Luo clapped his hands, shook off the dirt on his clothes, and gave a 'kind' word of advice before turning back to carriage eight.

"If you can't speak well, then don't speak. If any of you are not good at something, come to me, and I don't mind helping you!"

As soon as the carriage door slammed shut with a clang, the people in carriage number nine unconsciously swallowed nervously. They then glanced at the dog's head lying on the ground and the man with the tattooed arm covered in blood. On the surface, there didn't seem to be any major wounds, but the missing tooth in his mouth made everyone gasp.

Without anesthesia, they just used pliers to pull it out directly, all the way through!

Just thinking about it is even more deadly than having your tendons and bones pulled out!

With the troublesome people and ghosts gone, Su Luo picked up the drinks prepared by the female ghost in uniform, and also took a few small cups. He shared each one with Ye Rong and Xu Qing to taste. If you ignored the female ghost lying on the ground and the bloody scene, it really looked like they were there to enjoy tea.

It must be said that not all of the strange creatures' food is inedible; some even taste better than Su Luo had imagined, and some reminded her of gourmet chefs' cooking methods.

Ye Rong and Xu Qing were also seeing Su Luo so crazy for the first time. He was so ruthless that he didn't even spare Gui!

Su Luo didn't hide this from the two of them. This was just who she was. If they wanted to follow her into the dungeon, they had to be mentally prepared. Su Luo didn't like pretense. What she wanted was for everyone in the village to completely trust her!

After thinking for a while, Xu Qing picked up the drinks on the table and chose a pink, bubbly drink that she liked, and tried it.

Hmm? It's sweet! It also has a mixed flavor of strawberry, bayberry, and dragon fruit, which is a bit strange, but not bad. It's not as unpalatable as I imagined.

Next, Xu Qing tried some other drinks, some very bitter and some very salty, as if she had tasted all the flavors of life.

With Xu Qing's example, Ye Rong thought for a moment, then mustered up his courage, took out one of the cups, looked at it, closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

This... it's a bit spicy on the throat, and the taste is more like alcohol, but there's a hint of sweetness at the end. Surprisingly, it's quite delicious!

Having witnessed Su Luo's methods and then calmly drinking the beverages, the two had begun to accept and even become Su Luo's people.

So that's how my sister got everything she has now! Xu Qing thought to herself, suddenly feeling insignificant. The small dungeons she had been to before were nothing compared to this real three-star dungeon; they were utterly insignificant!

"Have you finished drinking?"

Su Luo held the back of her head with both hands, leaned back in her seat, and asked lazily.

"Drink, drink up." The two nodded, their eyes filled with respect and trust, even a little excitement, as they looked at Su Luo, completely dispelling the initial fear they had felt.

Because they knew that Su Luo asked them this question not for any other reason than that she wanted to continue her journey!

Seeing the two nod, Su Luo stood up, clapped his hands, and without even glancing at the female ghost in uniform lying on the ground with her mouth covered, seemingly dead, he stepped forward and pushed open the doors of carriages number eight and seven.

'Ding-a-ling.'

As soon as the carriage door opened and Su Luo entered carriage number seven, she immediately felt that the air was much fresher.

At least the smell of rotting meat had lessened, or rather, it had turned into the smell of rotting fruit and a slightly fermented, musty odor, which was much better than the previous two carriages.

The interior of the seventh carriage was much better; the floor was relatively clean, and there were cushions on the seats. However, the seats were still similar to hard seats on a train, and they were very close together with little space.

"This carriage is much better than the previous one." Ye Rong took a deep breath, as if he were a fish that had met someone, and he felt that even if he had to go back to the eighth carriage soon, he should still take a few more breaths to get some fresh air.

Noticing Su Luo's arrival, at the intersection of the front of carriage seven and carriage six, a male ghost wearing a top hat brightened up, took a small notebook from the shelf to his right, and handed it to the three with a slightly respectful air.

I took the notebook. The notebook in this carriage was twice the size of the one in carriage number eight. If the notebook in carriage number eight was only the size of a handheld game console, the one in carriage number seven was about the size of a book.

Flipping through the contents, it wasn't about food or drinks; it was just a standard price list for popular items.

It's similar to the price list for seats at various performances before the apocalypse; that's the idea, the price of seats in the carriage varies depending on the division.

Although Su Luo didn't understand why the seats closest to the door of carriage number six were SVIPs, was there something special about them?

"Guest, please select your seat."

“This seat cannot be changed once selected, unless it is resold.”

Unchangeable? Resale?

What does that mean? Does it mean that once you buy this seat, you have to sit down and can't move at all?

Thinking of this, Su Luo put down the notebook in her hand and carefully looked at the people and the ghost who were fortunate enough to be sitting in this carriage.

It must be said that at least it was carriage number seven, unlike those idiots in carriage number eight who would look down on people and act arrogantly. The train attendants were also much more shrewd and wouldn't constantly look down on people; at least they would provide decent service.

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