Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

"Ring ring!"

"Knock knock knock!"

In the rain, rows of zombies, moving stiffly, walked toward the dilapidated temple in neat formation.

They varied in appearance; some were incomplete, some were rotting, some wore tattered clothes, and all had yellow talismans pasted on their foreheads. Their eyes were cloudy, and their faces were expressionless. Under the control of the corpse-driving bell, their steps were neat and orderly.

Lin Yuan and An Xin were shocked. After a rough count, they found that there were more than twenty zombies, far more than the number of zombies they had brought!

More than twenty zombies moved in unison, creating a shocking scene. Evil energy seeped in through the cracks in the temple door, mingling with the firelight inside and creating a strange and oppressive atmosphere.

Just as the zombie horde was about to reach the temple gate, five figures emerged from behind the zombie horde and slowly approached the dilapidated temple.

They were all wearing blue Taoist robes, which were neat but also a little dusty, indicating that they had been traveling for a long time.

The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a square face, bright eyes, and a slight smile on his lips. Behind him were four other middle-aged men, also dressed in Taoist robes, with calm expressions and wary eyes scanning the activity inside the dilapidated temple.

The five corpse drivers stopped at the temple gate. The middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead looked past Lin Yuan and An Xin and focused his gaze on the seven or eight zombies behind them. Then, his gaze fell on the blood coffin next to the offering table. His pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His gaze lingered on the blood coffin for a long time, as if he was examining something.

Lin Yuan and An Xin remained calm, but their auras became sharp, ready to strike at the slightest sign of trouble from their opponents.

Just then, the middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead suddenly burst into hearty laughter. His loud voice pierced through the torrential rain and echoed throughout the dilapidated temple.

"Hahaha... What a coincidence! I never expected to meet fellow practitioners in this dilapidated temple in the middle of nowhere!" The middle-aged Taoist priest at the head of the group laughed as he stepped into the temple, followed closely by the four Taoist priests behind him. They closed the temple door behind them to keep out the heavy rain outside.

He walked to the fire, rubbed his hands together, and felt the warmth of the fire. His smile became even more cheerful: "I am Qingfeng, a corpse driver from the Qingcheng Mountain lineage. I was escorting a group of zombies with my fellow disciples when we encountered this torrential rain. We were just looking for a place to take shelter when we met the two of you."

Qingfeng's gaze swept over Lin Yuan and An Xin again, then looked at the zombies behind them and the blood coffin beside the offering table, and said with a smile, "Judging from your attire and your methods of controlling corpses, you must be corpse drivers, right? The zombies you brought are all controlled extremely well, especially this blood coffin..."

At this point, his gaze lingered on the blood coffin, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. He didn't probe further, but simply smiled and said, "It seems you two are also skilled practitioners. What a coincidence to meet you in this desolate temple!"

Lin Yuan and An Xin exchanged a glance, their vigilance lessening slightly, but they remained on guard.

Lin Yuan said in a deep voice, "I am Lin Yuan. This is An Xin. We were just passing by while transporting corpses. We were caught in a heavy rain and came to this dilapidated temple to take shelter." He did not reveal much about his identity or the secret of the blood coffin. His tone was calm and neither humble nor arrogant.

Seeing this, Qingfeng didn't press further, still laughing heartily, "I understand, I understand. Corpse drivers are always secretive and don't want to reveal too much, and we're the same." He pointed to the four Taoists and more than twenty zombies behind him, "These four are my junior brothers. The five of us have been escorting this batch of zombies for more than half a month."

The four Taoist priests behind them nodded to Lin Yuan and An Xin, their expressions remaining calm. Their gazes occasionally fell on the blood coffin, but they did not step forward or inquire further, showing that they were quite knowledgeable.

"This rain is so heavy, it's not going to stop anytime soon," Qingfeng said with a smile to Lin Yuan and An Xin, glancing at the downpour outside the temple. "Why don't we take shelter in this dilapidated temple for now, and then continue our journeys when the rain subsides? This would also give us, fellow travelers, a chance to exchange our experiences in corpse-transporting. What do you two think?"

Lin Yuan and An Xin exchanged another glance. The other party was just being polite; the dilapidated temple didn't belong to either of them, and anyone could come in to take shelter from the rain.

There were five people and more than twenty zombies on the other side, and their strength was unknown. If we refused them by force, it would probably cause a conflict... Moreover, the heavy rain was not going to stop anytime soon. If we stayed in the ruined temple, as long as they guarded the blood coffin and remained vigilant, there shouldn't be any major problems.

After a moment, Lin Yuan slowly nodded: "Very well, since we are all on the same path, let's take shelter from the rain together here. However, our things are rather special, so please do not touch them casually." He deliberately emphasized his words, subtly reminding the others not to have any designs on the blood coffin.

Qingfeng immediately understood Lin Yuan's meaning and laughed heartily, "Don't worry, don't worry! We're fellow practitioners, we understand these rules. We'll each guard our own things and never touch each other's zombies or belongings without permission. You two can rest assured about that!"

After saying that, he gave a wink to his four junior brothers behind him. The four Taoists immediately understood, walked to the inside of the temple gate, arranged the more than twenty zombies neatly, took out their corpse-driving bells, shook them gently to stabilize the zombie procession, and then walked to the fire, sat down, and dried their damp and cold robes.

Inside the dilapidated temple, the fire crackled, its warm light illuminating two groups of corpse-drivers. A faint, eerie atmosphere and the aroma of burning firewood filled the air. Outside, the rain continued to pour, thunder rumbled, and lightning occasionally ripped through the night sky, illuminating the ruins of the temple.

"Where are you two young men headed on this business trip? If it's on our way, we can travel together and look out for each other..."

While drying his robes, Qingfeng took the initiative to get closer to Lin Yuan, asking about their direction of travel and discussing the dangers they encountered on their journey of transporting corpses. His words were very enthusiastic and showed no hostility whatsoever.

"When you're doing business, even if you're on the same page but have different paths, it's best not to force yourselves together, otherwise misunderstandings are likely!"

Lin Yuan mostly responded indifferently, and when he did speak, he only talked about some unimportant corpse-driving techniques. He always remained vigilant, and his eyes would occasionally fall on the blood coffin to prevent the other party from making any unusual moves.

An Xin remained by the blood coffin, gripping her sniper rifle tightly, her eyes scanning the five corpse drivers warily, never letting her guard down for a moment.

She could sense that although the five corpse drivers seemed cheerful and kind, they were all quite strong, especially Qingfeng, who was the leader. He had a calm and composed aura and seemed casual, but he was always secretly observing them, especially the blood coffin.

The flames of the campfire leaped, casting long shadows of everyone on the mottled walls, like ghostly apparitions...