This time, the number of passengers was more than double that of the last time. Presumably due to the large number of people, even more people felt excited after this unbelievable situation occurred.

Mo Shuwan was forced to listen to some passengers loudly discussing how they were going to "take the risk," her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Perhaps influenced by these passengers, the atmosphere of fear on the bus quickly dissipated, and more and more people began to examine the weapons they had just redeemed. Even the girl who had been so scared that she had asked Mo Shuwan to say a few more words was no exception. However, this ease disappeared after the bus stopped. When the darkness outside the window dissipated, the bus became instantly silent.

The bus stopped on a section of highway overgrown with weeds. Looking out the windows on both sides, you could see figures, though not many. But judging from their swaying gait, you could tell they were all zombies.

The car door slowly opened amidst everyone's fearful gazes, and Mo Shuwan, who was standing at the door, was pulled behind her by Wen Zuo.

Wen Zuo pulled her up almost simultaneously with opening the door. Mo Shuwan didn't even have time to react before Wen Zuo shielded her behind him. Even so, her body was still stiff and weak. Fortunately, she had a specially made large watermelon knife to support her, which barely prevented her from falling down in a sorry state.

After confirming that Mo Shuwan was standing firmly, Wen Zuo let go of her hand, gripped the gun, and cautiously scanned the area around the bus. Noticing no zombies, he stepped off the bus. Noticing that the zombies in his field of vision were still some distance away, Wen Zuo turned around to signal that it was time to get off.

Seeing that Wen Zuo was alright, the passenger sitting by the window spoke up listlessly, "Actually... going down for a risk wouldn't be bad, would it?"

Adventure my ass! If you're so capable, why don't you just move your ass off the ground?!

After all, seeing something in person is quite different from seeing it in a movie. The passengers, who were just moments ago excited and planning to treat this journey as a thrilling adventure, now didn't dare to move from their seats.

Only Mo Shuwan took a few deep breaths, dragging her specially made watermelon knife slowly toward the bus door. Before stepping off the bus, she reminded in a slightly trembling voice, "You can only stay on the bus for five minutes after it stops. If you don't get off after five minutes, you will die." After saying that, she ignored the passengers' reactions, whispered a thank you to Wen Zuo, and got off the bus with weak legs.

Wen Zuochong gave Mo Shuwan a slightly shy smile. Seeing that she was struggling to hold the special watermelon knife, he reached out to take it from her, but Mo Shuwan shook her head, "I feel safer holding it myself."

Wen Zuo nodded, leaned forward and peered into the car from behind Mo Shuwan, waving to the passengers who, although reminded by Mo Shuwan, had already gotten up but were still hesitant to get off.

A faint smell of sweat mixed with a light minty fragrance wafted over. Mo Shuwan crouched down and crawled out from under Wen's left arm, silently raising her hand to touch her itchy nose.

Wen Zuo turned his head and saw Mo Shuwan's actions. A look of disappointment flashed across his eyes. He took out his phone, typed a few words, and handed them to Mo Shuwan.

—You came here last time too?

Mo Shuwan shook her head, not really wanting to discuss this topic with Wen Zuo.

Seeing that Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo got off the bus without incident, some passengers were relieved and followed suit. They immediately surrounded Wen Zuo and Mo Shuwan. After all, Wen Zuo looked tall and strong and was also calm, which gave people a real sense of security. With Mo Shuwan, who was obviously in the know, even a fool would know who to follow after getting off the bus.

The passengers crowded around the bus, many of them carrying weapons. Those who couldn't squeeze into the inner area and had to stay on the outer edge hunched over, cautiously observing their surroundings, afraid that a zombie might suddenly emerge from the waist-high weeds.

What should we do now?

As soon as the question was raised, the passengers' eyes involuntarily fell on Wen Zuo and Mo Shuwan, hoping they could come up with a solution. Wen Zuo was in a dilemma. Looking at Mo Shuwan, who seemed to be lost in thought, he lowered his head and started typing.

—Stay here for now.

The passengers squeezed in front saw it clearly and immediately breathed a sigh of relief; Wen Zuo's suggestion was exactly what they wanted.

Mo Shuwan was indeed thinking. The passengers who didn't arrive at the mission site in time when the last mission started were eliminated. Now that there was no movement on the back of her hand, the mission probably hadn't started yet.

Mo Shuwan turned her head and looked around. She saw a swaying zombie above the weeds that were almost up to her chest. Her face paled a little, but the next second, she lifted her foot and walked towards the direction where the zombie was.

Wen Zuo was startled and quickly followed. The passengers behind him originally intended to follow, but when they saw zombies in the direction they were heading, they shrank back and dared not move.

"The bus might take us to the mission site soon. Anyone who doesn't reach the site within the allotted time will be eliminated. Since we're in a zombie world, the mission must be related to zombies." This is why she insisted on heading in this direction despite being filled with fear of zombies.

Mo Shuwan's voice wasn't loud, and hardly anyone could hear her. Apart from Wen Zuo, one of the passengers who wanted to follow was suddenly pulled back by the person next to him. "No, we don't know the situation yet. Stay here for now."

Mo Shuwan walked about five meters when she suddenly felt a burning sensation on the back of her hand. She quickly stopped and looked at her hand. She found that the only task on the hand was to survive for one month. There was no requirement to arrive at the mission site within a certain time. In other words, even if she just found a place to hide and survive for one month, she would be considered to have completed the mission.

Thinking of this, a hint of joy finally appeared in Mo Shuwan's eyes. The breath she had been holding suddenly relaxed, and she noticed that her originally heavy backpack seemed to have become much lighter since earlier. Turning her head in confusion, she saw a pure white shirt in her field of vision. She then silently looked up and saw Wen Zuo smiling with his eyes crinkled. Mo Shuwan silently lowered her head and saw that his hand was supporting the bottom of the bag... No wonder she felt so relaxed.

"Thank you, I can manage on my own." After saying that, she took a step forward, hoping to make Wen Zuo withdraw his hand. However, Wen Zuo also took a step forward and, in the blink of an eye, took the backpack off Mo Shuwan's back and threw it on the ground. Then, he pulled Mo Shuwan behind him in one smooth motion.

Mo Shuwan, who hadn't yet realized what was happening, was thinking: "???"

Wen Zuo shielded Mo Shuwan with his hand, his sharp eyes fixed on the backpack lying alone on the weeds. After confirming that there was no immediate danger, he lifted the hand that had been burning. However, when he saw the bloody words on the back of his hand, a blush rose on Wen Zuo's wary face. He awkwardly ran over to pick up the bag, typed out what he wanted to say on his phone, and handed it to Mo Shuwan with embarrassment.

—I thought there was danger, I'm sorry.