Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 375 The Subway on the Way Back

"Should I take this back?" Mo Mang asked as Lin Yilin picked up some of the charred fragments of the ancestor, put them all into a small glass bottle, and handed it to him.

“They’re already cooked, so it’s fine to eat them directly.” As she spoke, Lin Yilin pointed to some of the still wriggling animals nearby: “Or would you prefer them medium-rare or medium?”

"I like it well-done, thank you."

Mo Mang still accepted the gifts.

Physical health is indeed something that working people have to consider. If you can go to work with full energy every day, it will undoubtedly greatly improve your life.

"Although according to official history, it wouldn't have died so easily if Mr. Illusion hadn't attacked it, it doesn't matter where it escapes to. As long as it's still in this world, its fate is already sealed."

As she spoke, Lin Yilin looked into the distance, and Mo Mang followed her gaze.

A violent roar came, and Mo Mang and Lin Yilin covered their ears at the same time. Even so, they still felt a sharp pain in their ears and their heads were spinning.

Then, the world began to shatter amidst violent tremors.

"Let's go, get ready to board the train." Lin Yilin lowered her hand, looked away, and calmly entered the subway station despite the scene.

This girl is amazing!

Will people who spend years immersed in the supernatural end up like this?

He quickly dismissed the thought, after all, Yu Hao and the other two were pretty much the same as him. The truly exceptional ones were probably still just a minority.

Even if someone like Mo Mang were given a ticket to a new world and a new future, he would still find it difficult to make more decisions and could only think about how to make his current life better.

He doesn't dare speak for the majority, but he believes there are indeed many people just like him.

Following Lin Yilin back to the subway platform, they saw the last student, Yang Ningyu, with a bruised and swollen face.

“You guys are fighting amongst yourselves,” Lin Yilin said bluntly as she approached him.

"...It's quite normal for students to argue, isn't it?" Yang Ningyu said sullenly after catching her breath.

“Yes, looking at the wounds, the most obvious one is a right hook that wasn’t fully controlled. Excluding assumptions, only that boy named Su Long could have thrown such a punch. However, you did a good job of deflecting the force,” Lin Yilin said.

Yang Ningyu immediately raised her head, looking at Lin Yilin with undisguised surprise in her eyes.

"You can deny it was an accident. I have no interest in the feuds between you classmates. Anyway, you've fulfilled that gentleman's conditions by staying here. Congratulations." After saying that, Lin Yilin ignored him and took out her phone to record what she had seen and heard that day.

Yang Ningyu hesitated and ultimately said nothing.

"Oh? Why is it so quiet here all of a sudden?" A voice came from the platform entrance, and Zheng Fan and Fried walked in one after the other.

Although it's unclear why the two got back together, the bright red handprint on Fried's face seems to say a lot.

“I’ve lost track of what day of the week it is,” Fried muttered.

"Is this what Sunday fog means?" Mo Mang asked in a low voice.

"I didn't choose this name because I wanted to be beaten up. I just thought 'fog' and 'five' sound similar... At first, some people thought I mistyped or was illiterate. They really have no sense of humor at all!" Fried retorted speechlessly.

"I don't think you have a very high sense of humor to choose this username for this reason," Yang Ningyu couldn't help but say.

Perhaps because Su Long was no longer there, he relaxed a little.

"Huh? Hey, bro, how come you're in such a sorry state too?" Fried glared at her immediately upon hearing this, but his attention was immediately diverted when he saw Yang Ningyu's appearance.

"I just got beaten up by Chaoxiong." Yang Ningyu lowered her head and covered her wound.

"You did a good job of deflecting the force. You're experienced, though I can't tell if it's from being hit or from training. But I'd guess it's the former," Fried said with a grin as he leaned closer.

Yang Ningyu: "..."

Why is it that anyone here can see his extensive experience of being beaten?

"Here you go." Zheng Fan didn't offer any further comment, but simply handed the three train tickets to Yang Ningyu. "You kept your word. This is your reward."

Fried quickly leaned forward: "Boss, I've been here for a while now, is there any explanation?" *Slap!*
The loud, perfectly placed slap left symmetrical marks on Fried's face. Zheng shook his hand, secretly feeling satisfied, before saying, "You even managed to get them yourself."

Fried clutched his inner pocket. He had put in some effort to gather the train tickets. The streets of Xinjiang were indeed difficult to navigate during the earthquake, but it wasn't to the point where he couldn't even get the tickets.

He also gathered some useful information, and he was quite satisfied with the results of his first exploration of Metro Zero.

"What about Yu Hao and his friend?" Fried changed the subject, feeling that if he said a few more words, his train ticket might be stolen in the blink of an eye.

"The outside world is almost collapsing. If we fail, there's nothing we can do." Zheng Fan didn't care much and prepared to get on the bus.

"Wait a minute!" A voice came from the subway entrance.

Three figures appeared, supporting each other.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, especially Yu Hao, whose arm had completely disappeared. The wound was simply bandaged but was still bleeding.

The other man is blind in one eye, and the woman has had one leg severed from her lower leg; they are now being carried by two people.

It's like a completely different world from the one here, but to be honest, people of their level are capable of barging into the earthquake-ravaged Jiangwen Street without any guarantees.

Let alone suffering these lifelong disabilities, just surviving is already a remarkable achievement.

The actual number of casualties in Jiangwen Street is quite terrifying; the figures in just a few days are comparable to those of large-scale turmoil in normal history.

This is the potential impact of the next major event in the supernatural world.

The phrase "life is unpredictable" is universally applicable, but for the vast majority of people, the idea of ​​"suddenly dying from the aftermath of an unknown attack" is not an exaggeration.

In such a short time, their injuries have been so severe. If they had stayed on Jiangwen Street for several days, unless they were extremely lucky and stayed on the edge of the street from the very beginning, away from the most dangerous center, their chances of survival would have been slim.

But in any case, they survived and met the requirements Zheng Fan had given them.

All the thoughts, big and small, at this moment were reduced to the simplest three words: "Survive."

"How much did you manage to get?" Zheng Fanxian asked.

At this site, high-quality enemies—though mostly the same for Zheng Fan—can issue tickets consistently, but their numbers remain precarious.

However, this site is one of the few lenient sites that allows quantity to supersede quality; Zheng Fan only got so many votes because he occasionally collected "vegetables" on the roadside.

They had no choice but to take this path; otherwise, it was unlikely they would have returned alive.

So how much have they accomplished during this period of hard work?
“Two…” Yu Hao answered with difficulty.

Even if the three of them pool their resources like this, they only have two tickets. Adding the one they got earlier, they have a total of three tickets, which is only enough for one of the three to leave.

Under normal circumstances, what follows would be a brutal choice.

"Two? That's impressive. I only managed to get three extra," Fried exclaimed in admiration.

Yu Hao and the others didn't say anything, but rather felt bitter inside.

Three and two seem to be only one card apart, but Fried got three cards without getting hurt, while the other three fought to the death and only got two. How can that be compared?
Their remaining hopes could only be pinned on the fact that Zheng Fan wasn't playing them.

Facing the three people's hopeful gazes and the subway station whose edges were beginning to collapse, Zheng Fan didn't keep them in suspense either: "That's quite impressive."

He then handed them the other six tickets.

The three of them were overjoyed, and with trembling hands, they repeatedly thanked him as they received the tickets.

In a relatively relaxed atmosphere, everyone boarded the subway train together.

As the subway doors were about to close, Lin Yilin watched the subway station disappear rapidly outside and whispered to Zheng Fan, "Mr. Illusion, did Sister Ye say anything over here?"

Zheng Fan recalled for a moment and said, "She said see you in the future."

(End of this chapter)