The most crucial clue now, besides the information they've pieced together step by step, is the five elderly people. Cheng Shuang held Grandma Xu's hand, but they showed absolutely no sign of wanting to become tickets.

Lianrong had been looking unwell, and she was still somewhat dazed, feeling like she had overlooked something and couldn't understand. It wasn't until her grandfather anxiously explained the situation to her that she finally remembered what the ticket was and its importance.

Lianrong jolted, instinctively pulling Cheng Shuang aside, and asked in a hoarse, low voice, "How high is your mental strength? Is it convenient for you to tell me?"

Cheng Shuang noticed that Lianrong's tanned skin had become even fairer and asked, "How tall is Sister Lianrong? Can tourists know her physical attributes?"

"Yes." Lianrong swallowed hard. "Every time we arrive at a new Death Land, the mechanical voice tells us our attributes. If we're not injured, they'll occasionally increase, like strength and stamina, but mental strength will increase very little. But if we're injured... it's all for nothing." It's not just for nothing; whether we can even get through a new Death Land is another matter entirely.

Since the other party was frank, Cheng Shuang wouldn't hide anything either. "My initial mental strength was 160." The little girl didn't say that her current mental strength had reached 266, not entirely because she was being cautious and hiding things. She was afraid that if she told the truth, given Lian Rong's current sensitivity and fragility, it might very well break her psychological defenses. The considerate and sensible little girl revealed her true self with a hint of distress, "My strength and physical strength are very, very poor, but relatively speaking, my mental strength is a bit higher."

Lianrong closed her eyes in pain, "Don't comfort me, my mental strength isn't even over a hundred yet..."