Wen Zuo nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He stood up straight and stood protectively beside Mo Shuwan. He was 188 cm tall and looked very imposing. He also had a strong sense of righteousness. When he had a stern face, he was quite intimidating. The restless passengers immediately stopped making a fuss.

"You can look out the window now."

As soon as Mo Shuwan finished speaking, some people made sarcastic remarks. Of course, a small number of people still pulled back the curtains and looked out the window. Exclamations quickly rang out, "This is not right. Why is it so dark? Are we covered by a black cloth?"

"Um...isn't the car moving?"

"Going through a tunnel? But tunnels have lights... and I don't think you need to go through tunnels to get to City C?"

Mo Shuwan gave the passengers half a minute to check the situation outside the window before explaining her understanding: "This vehicle is traversing space. In a few minutes, we will be taken to the zombie world. Everyone here will soon face a life-or-death test. Do you see the white button on the right armrest? Press it, and it will give you the answer."

He paused for a moment before saying, "Behind me is the exchange board. You can exchange for whatever you want on it."

After saying that, Mo Shuwan stopped paying attention to the passengers' reactions, turned to the redemption board, and said, "I want to redeem."

Before Wen Zuo could even take his eyes off Mo Shuwan's head, he felt a glint in the corner of his eye. He immediately turned his head and stared in shock at the huge panel that had suddenly appeared. Half a second later, he reached out and pulled Mo Shuwan behind him, taking a few steps back warily.

“It’s safe here.” After saying that, Mo Shuwan stepped out from behind Wen Zuo and stood in front of the exchange board. There were all kinds of weapons and even food on it. Her eyes quickly swept over them, and then Mo Shuwan turned to look at Wen Zuo. “The place we are about to go is very dangerous. We must exchange for some weapons that can ensure our safety.”

Wen Zuo stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. He was so flustered that he almost dropped his phone.

Mo Shuwan understood his feelings, so she didn't urge him. She turned around to prepare to exchange for weapons and food. During the exchange, the exchange board would display the information of the person exchanging the items, which only the person exchanging the items could see.

Mo Shuwan stared at the points column in surprise. 1990 points? What happened? She clearly only had 1890 just now. Where did the extra 100 points come from?

She frowned and thought for a moment, realizing that the only thing she had done was explain the rules to the passengers. Her feelings were extremely complicated. She never expected that she could actually get 100 points just because she was soft-hearted.

Of course, time was limited, so Mo Shuwan didn't dwell on the issue for long. She quickly exchanged her money for a backpack, a bag full of food that wouldn't take up too much space, and a few lighters.

After thinking it over, she redeemed a specially made large watermelon knife, spending a total of 530 points. However... this specially made large watermelon knife was too heavy. She couldn't hold it for long and it was very strenuous, let alone use it to kill zombies!

With a melancholy expression, she pressed the tip of her knife against the car. The questioning shouts behind her disappeared as she exchanged for the items. Mo Shuwan took a small breath and said, "There are only a few minutes left. You'd better hurry up and exchange for something that can save your lives."

After saying this, Wen Zuo finally handed his phone to Mo Shuwan in a hurry, after making numerous typos and correcting them.

—The scar on your face isn't a sticker, is it? You were really injured? Does it still hurt?

Mo Shuwan was stunned again. She never expected that Wen Zuo, who seemed so anxious, would ask this question in the end. Mo Shuwan looked at Wen Zuo with complicated feelings. She wanted to say, "You are really a good person," but she just shook her head. "It doesn't hurt anymore. There's no time. You should exchange for the weapon quickly."

After saying that, she stepped back, carrying the heavy, specially made watermelon knife. To survive for a whole month, the food in her backpack could last at least half a month if she was careful with it. After thinking for half a minute, Mo Shuwan realized that she had forgotten to exchange for the most important thing: water. She quickly exchanged for three more bottles of mineral water. It wasn't that she didn't want to exchange for more, but the water was too heavy, and she really couldn't carry any more.

Wen Zuo's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped his phone. He never imagined that in just a few short hours, she had gone through a life-or-death experience. He had thought the scar was just a patch.

Looking at the person gazing out the window with deep worry in their eyes, Wen Zuo's lips moved slightly, then closed again in disappointment, and turned to exchange for weapons.

"My God, am I really not still half asleep???"

Hearing the exclamation, Mo Shuwan subconsciously turned around and glanced back. She had initially thought the passengers were too frightened to come forward to exchange their money, but to her surprise, there was a much smaller exchange board in front of each person...

When she turned her head again, she saw the gun in Wen Zuo's hand. A hint of envy flickered in Mo Shuwan's eyes. In her opinion, using a gun was the safest option, since she didn't have to come into contact with the zombies and could attack from a distance. But unfortunately, she didn't know how to use it at all. Moreover, a gun cost a full 500 points, so exchanging for it would be a waste of points. In addition, bullets had to be exchanged separately and were not included in the gun.

Mo Shuwan glanced silently at the box of bullets Wen Zuo had exchanged, then at the exchange points. 50 points for a box, but only seven bullets. Even if every shot hit, it would only kill seven zombies. She opened her mouth, the words of advice swirling around her lips, but then silently swallowed them back down.

Wen Zuo exchanged eight boxes of bullets, and used the last hundred points to buy a small amount of food and water, as well as a box of ointment. He turned around and handed the ointment to Mo Shuwan, pointing to his face and asking her to apply it.

Looking at the ointment handed to her, Mo Shuwan felt that she had been stunned by this handsome security guard far too many times today. She didn't reach out to take it, but tilted her head back and reminded him word by word, "Points are very important."

Wen Zuo then handed the ointment to Mo Shuwan, his stubbornness mirroring his insistence on giving her water that afternoon. Mo Shuwan had no choice but to accept it silently. In return, she helped Wen Zuo exchange it for a backpack slightly smaller than her own. Not wanting to argue with him about it, she handed it to him and immediately went to the car door, waiting for it to open.

"Beautiful lady... could you tell me more? I'm a little scared."

Upon hearing this, Mo Shuwan looked up at the girl sitting in the front row, who was almost huddled in her seat, pursed her lips, and said, "After the car stops, the test we will face will be life and death, so let's do our best to survive."

The girl probably didn't expect that she would stop after saying only a few words. Her fear only intensified. She followed Wen Zuo's example and used all her points to exchange for a pistol and ten boxes of bullets, feeling that this would make her feel safer. However, she never considered that she didn't know how to use a gun at all.

The noise inside the car gradually increased, and Wen Zuo stood behind Mo Shuwan with a furrowed brow, adopting a protective posture.

Mo Shuwan was staring blankly at the car door and didn't notice Wen Zuo's actions. Even if she had, she would only have thought that Wen Zuo was a kind and responsible person.