Train Survival: One colored hexagon per level!

Chat channel.

At this moment, there are only slightly more than 20,000 people online.

The onslaught of the severe cold continued to intensify, further encroaching on the train conductor's living space.

Train conductors who are lucky enough to get a train with a temperature-controlled carriage conversion are extremely rare.

Most train conductors are helpless when faced with temperatures of minus 20 or 30 degrees Celsius, except for being able to stare blankly.

That's why there are more and more SOS messages in the chat channel every day.

Many train conductors ask for nothing more than a sip of hot soup to warm themselves up.

Many train conductors even choose to sell themselves:

"Those exceptionally capable train conductors, I'm willing to sell my body and soul to become your most loyal and obedient dog, just asking that you give me some supplies to survive."

Of course, not every train conductor chose to sit idly by and wait for their fate; quite a few began to save themselves:

"I think we lowly train conductors should unite. The train's interior is spacious enough to accommodate several conductors. So why don't we pool our resources and accelerate the train's upgrades? Maybe that will lead to a modification plan to cope with the harsh winter? I'd rather take a gamble than watch myself freeze to death! Tomorrow, I hope a multi-person platform will be added. If that happens, I'm willing to voluntarily give up my position as a train conductor and become someone else's subordinate!"

Gu Wanqing remained silent, lurking in the chat channel. She knew her behavior was immoral; drawing happiness from the suffering of others was somewhat perverse, but it gave her a twisted sense of pleasure.

Perhaps she wasn't a good girl, destined not to become a compassionate, innocent, and kind-hearted heroine in anime.

She was watching with great interest as the other survivors struggled to save themselves when suddenly a message caught her eye:

"Holy crap! This is huge! Pan Wei, the president of the mutual aid society, has mysteriously disappeared from the chat channel?"

Ok? !

Gu Wanqing's eyes widened instantly.

Pan Wei from the mutual aid society is a top-tier big shot!

Not only does he control such a large force as the Mutual Aid Association, but he also closely follows in Lu Xingyuan's footsteps and becomes the second train conductor to upgrade to level five.

Normally, even if such a character couldn't reach the end of the train world, they wouldn't be eliminated at this critical juncture.

So what exactly happened?

Of course, to verify the authenticity of the message, Gu Wanqing specifically searched for Pan Wei in the chat channel list. Although there were train conductors with the same name, neither the train class nor the profile picture matched.

"Pan Wei has really disappeared!"

The other train conductors also noticed this, and the chat channel instantly exploded!

"Holy crap! I really can't find him!"

"Where is he? Where did he go?"

"According to the game's rules, if the train conductor is completely removed from the chat channel, it means he... has been eliminated!"

"Holy crap, is this for real? Even a top player like that got eliminated?"

"Upstairs, what you're saying is hilarious. He's a human being too, why can't he be eliminated?"

"Is it possible that something else happened? It might not be that they were eliminated."

"Where are the members of the mutual aid society? Come out and refute these rumors!"

Internal chat group of the mutual aid association.

At this moment, the group chat was already in complete chaos.

The president was eliminated?

How can we even play this game?!

The members were filled with anxiety and couldn't stop their wild thoughts.

Meanwhile, spies from other factions chose to expose themselves, causing their beliefs to be shaken.

Among them, the members of the Tianhua Society shouted the loudest:

"The president is gone! He's been killed! The mutual aid society is not far from disbanding! Rather than waiting to die here, we'd better find a way out sooner! My Tianhua Society is willing to accept every heartbroken refugee from the mutual aid society! High-level, talented train conductors will be given priority! Young and beautiful ladies can also contact me immediately!"

"Kick these bastards out!"

Just then, Vice President Sun Yi stepped forward!

"The president is perfectly fine, nothing happened to him!"

"The reason he disappeared from the chat channel was because he used some powerful and extraordinary artifact, the purpose of which was to expose the traitors lurking within the mutual aid society!"

"The president used a little trick to successfully scare you scoundrels out of your secrecy. How humorous!"

The members of the mutual aid association, who were originally uneasy, felt reassured and calmed down instantly after hearing Sun Yi's words.

That's it!

This move is practically comparable to Zhongli faking his death.

As expected of the president, the president is awesome!

But they never expected that Sun Yi, who had spoken so confidently, would now be covering his face and crying like a baby.

Crimson tears of blood splattered all over the ground, and strange cries, neither crying nor laughing, kept emanating from his throat:

"President!"

"My most beloved and respected president!"

"Who on earth killed you?!"

"I will definitely avenge you!"

On the other side is the Tianhua Society.

Wang Tianhua's mouth was practically crooked from smiling:

"Pan Wei is actually dead! Which powerful lord in the Qingtang family killed that bastard? I really want to thank his ancestors for eight generations!"

Because of the mutual aid association, the development of Tianhua Society has been hampered at every turn. Now that Pan Wei is dead, the mutual aid association will surely fall apart!

That will be the day when his Tianhua Society rises to prominence.

Although there are now fewer than 2 people left in the chat channel.

But as the saying goes, quality is more important than quantity in warfare.

What he wants is elite talent.

"Only those who survive to the end are the true survivors!"

Wang Tianhua snorted coldly:

"That bastard Sun Yi might fool others, but he can't fool me. Do you think I'd fall for that so easily? And what about using some extraordinary artifact to conceal his identity? I'm asking you, what was your purpose in doing that?"

He was absolutely convinced of Pan Wei's death and immediately issued orders:

"Pass on my order: at all costs, undermine the morale of the Mutual Aid Society! I want to bring it to its complete collapse!"

Crimson Legion.

Wang Rong's eyes were also shining, and she was extremely excited about Pan Wei's death.

However, unlike Wang Tianhua, she wasn't as certain about Sun Yi's words; she was more skeptical.

"What if Pan Wei really isn't dead?"

Xiao Yun typed a line of text on the screen, but quickly deleted it completely.

She was 100% certain about Pan Wei's death.

Because her younger sister, Xiao Ling'er, witnessed everything firsthand.

Simply informing them of this matter would likely expose the fact that Lu Xingyuan had stolen the tracking mirror.

Therefore, in order to avoid trouble for herself, Xiao Yun chose to avoid getting involved.

After thoroughly enjoying the gossip, Gu Wanqing excitedly sent a message to Lu Xingyuan:

"How about that? Tell me, isn't this a bombshell?"

Lu Xingyuan smiled but didn't say anything.

Gu Wanqing found it strange, "Why are you so calm? It's as if you already knew Pan Wei was dead..."

"etc!"