When she woke up from the bus, Qiu Xuan was still holding the roasted sweet potatoes that her mother had given her before getting on the bus. Food that has been completely cooled becomes hard, making people even more unappetizing.

Qiu Xuan sat in the back row by the window and turned her head to look at the darkness outside the window.

"Hey, you're awake."

Sitting next to her was a strangely dressed girl in a vintage-inspired strappy shirt and skirt, with an ochre-colored punk belt draped in jingle metal and gears.

"My name is Shuying, and I'm a magician, what about you?"

"Oh, your name...... What the? Qiu Xuan turned her neck a little stiffly to look at her, "You said you are, what?" ”

"Magician," Shuying tilted her head strangely at her, and then reacted as if showing a somewhat sad expression, "I see, you're a mechanic." Alas, it's normal for you to look down on us magicians. With the development of the scientific and technological revolution, magic will come to an end sooner or later......"

Shuying sniffed, turned around and wiped her eyes with her hand.

Qiu Xuan, who made the little girl cry when she first came: ......

She sighed, temporarily put aside the complicated emotions in her head, and calmed down to observe her environment.

The bus is still the same as before, but there are many different places. She could hear the roar of a burning boiler under the car, and she could see white condensation steam coming out of the rear of the car, making it look like a giant kettle.

Steam car? Combined with what the girl who called herself "magician" said, Qiu Xuan had a faint guess in her heart. However, if it is the world background of steampunk, what does it have to do with the "plague" that Lu Xingzhou said?

You still have to start with passers-by. She made up her mind and gently patted the girl next to her on the shoulder.

"Uh, Shadow? Don't cry, I didn't mean to look down on you, and neither did I...... Mechanic. ”

"I'm not crying anymore," Shuying rubbed her reddened eyes and smiled at her a little embarrassedly, "I just, miss my master...... Okay, okay, let's not talk about that, yes, you're not a mechanic, so you're a magician! However, I don't seem to feel the mana fluctuations in you? ”

"I'm not a magician either."

"Huh?" Shuying looked at her in surprise, "Are you a 'black man'?" No, you don't look like it. ”

"What is a black man?" Qiu Xuan looked at Shuying's incredulous gaze, paused, and said casually, "I'm a foreigner, maybe our side is different from yours here." ”

"Well, I'll just say it." Shuying breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing if she really believed this statement or what, she leaned over and whispered: "Except for magicians and mechanics, the rest of the people who have neither magic nor forging mechanical ability are called 'black people', they account for 60% of the total population, and they are one of the most important labor forces in the steam age, which can also be understood as the role of worker ants in the ant nest. It's just that black people don't have any real human rights, except for some people who are born into nobility, and the rest are often traded and sold as low-class slaves. ”

"Of the remaining 40 percent, the magician and the mechanic split equally - at least once, when the two sides were evenly matched. It's just that with the advent of the steam age and after the technological revolution, there are fewer and fewer magical elements in nature, and the magician clan is gradually declining......"

As he spoke, Shuying's mood dropped significantly. Qiu Xuan sighed and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Oh yes, you know about the plague ......"

"Ah——!!h

In the darkness of the night, a terrible scream pierced the quiet air. Qiu Xuan frowned and looked at the seat opposite, the elegantly dressed lady sitting by the window was moving to the aisle in a panic, her face pale.

Qiu Xuan looked out the window opposite and couldn't help but gasp.

There was a loud bang at the rear of the vehicle, and then even the huge body of the car sank for a few minutes, and after a few final spews of condensation vapor, it stopped on the road as if it were completely broken. At this time, the whole car woke up, looking at the dense handprints with blood stains on the windows in shock.

Qiu Xuan looked at the sparse shadow beside her: "What is this?" ”

But Shuying was also shocked: "I don't know." ”

The next second, as if to echo her words, a rotten human face slammed against the car window!

There were a few more exclamations from the crowd. And behind that face, more and more "people" approached the car window, as if smelling the smell of flesh, and they opened their mouths and roared. Because the movement was too big, the rotten flesh hanging on his face and body was squeezed off.

The noble lady who first discovered this scene bent down and retched a few times, and Qiu Xuan patted the shoulder of the shadow who was also trembling slightly, thinking that this should be the "plague".

The zombies, let's call them infected, began to bang their rotting arms against the windows of the car, and the glass made a dangerous noise, as if it was about to burst under the pressure in the next second.

The crowd panicked, pushing each other to get away from the window, and just as the scene got out of hand, a gunshot broke the chaos.

The driver, who had been silent, finally stood up, and it was a thin old man, with a messy beard, and a pair of cloudy eyes that were now forced to shine like a falcon. His left hand still resembles a human arm, but his right hand is a mechanical arm made of metal. The needle of the pressure gauge on the arm sways back and forth, giving it a cold texture peculiar to metal.

"Don't even make any noise." The driver took down the pipe he was holding and put it away, and pulled the sleeve again, "Let's talk about it first, I'm a mechanic, of course, the retired kind, but the combat experience of the early years is engraved in my mind, and I won't forget it." Now, what mechanic has a mech with him? ”

The crowd was as quiet as a chicken, and no one answered.

"Those who can have personal mecha are top-level mechanics, and they can just pull a person." Shuying cautiously approached Qiu Xuan's side and whispered.

"You!" The driver suddenly looked at this side with a burning eye, and squinted for a while, "A magician and a black man?" Hmph, have the magic clan degenerated enough to mingle with black people? ”

"What do you say! How can you insult/insult someone like that! Shuying suddenly stood up and wanted to reason with the driver.

The driver snorted disdainfully, but still held back the taunt that came to his lips. "Whatever she is, hey, magician, come and help. Also, any of you who have weapons or magicians are also here to help, so let's get through this wave first. ”

Shuying glared at him angrily, but the driver was right, so she had to grit her teeth and turn to Qiu Xuan and said, "You hide here first, I'll help and I'll come back immediately!" ”

Qiu Xuan: "Be careful yourself. ”

Soon, a temporary defense group consisting of two forces was in place, and the remaining incapable men were driven to the tail end of the vehicle. Qiu Xuan squeezed into a group of old, weak, sick and pregnant women, and touched her chin to look over.

What Shu Ying said before was completely wrong, on a bus with almost fifty people, there were only five mechanics with combat ability. And the magicians are even more pitiful, except for the shadows, there is only a tall and thin man who looks like Sven.

Eventually, the window glass could not withstand the pressure and broke.

With a few loud bangs, dense infected people broke through the windows.