Mo Shuwan shook her head, reaching for her bag. Wen Zuo pulled back, his hand holding the backpack. Mo Shuwan frowned, a little angry, and said, "I know you want to help me, but I don't need your help."

As a result, Wen Zuo quickly slung the bag over his shoulder, smiled at Mo Shuwan with a nonchalant attitude, took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket, and carefully handed it to Mo Shuwan. Mo Shuwan did not take it, so Wen Zuo had no choice but to continue typing.

—You're not very strong, and carrying a bag will hinder your movement. I'll stay right next to you, and I won't touch the things in the bag.

Mo Shuwan was immediately angered by the last sentence. "Is that why I'm angry?!"

But she had to admit that after losing the bag, even the specially made large watermelon knife seemed much lighter. However, it was still hard for her to accept help from others without reason, especially in such a crisis-ridden environment.

Mo Shuwan pursed her lips and said directly, "You have good physical fitness, so there's a high chance you'll complete the mission and return alive. Your current actions will lower your survival rate." She paused, then added, "As long as you have enough points, you can exchange them for time to leave the bus."

Wen Zuo started typing again. Mo Shuwan quietly watched his fingers, which seemed to fly, and her thoughts drifted away. She silently observed him for a few moments and found that Wen Zuo's fingers were really long and slender, with a healthy wheat color and no protruding knuckles. They were hands that were very suitable for playing the piano. Lost in thought, Wen Zuo stopped typing.

—No, you don't like strawberry lollipops anymore?

Mo Shuwan was slightly taken aback and looked up at Wen Zuo. "How did you know... you know me?" But before she could finish speaking, Wen Zuo's face turned red at a visible speed, and he quickly shook his head in denial.

Mo Shuwan looked at Wen Zuo with a suspicious expression.

Wen Zuo, her face slightly flushed, lowered her head and typed. After the cool breeze blew, the temperature on her face subsided a bit, and she felt less hot. Only then did she seriously show her phone screen to Mo Shuwan.

—Don't girls all like strawberry-flavored candy?

Mo Shuwan was taken aback. Thinking back to when they were in school, her three roommates did indeed like strawberry-flavored candy and cake. She felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Wen Zuo was very understanding and seemed not to notice her embarrassment. He gently handed her the candy again. Mo Shuwan took the candy shyly and said, "Thank you."

Wen Zuo looked at the top of Mo Shuwan's head and breathed a very soft sigh of relief.

"Are they alright?"

"It's alright, we'll go too." The passengers who had been watching Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo breathed a sigh of relief. Since there was no danger, they would definitely go with the two of them.

As soon as they got close, the passenger at the front suddenly clutched his arms in terror and shouted, "Holy crap!!! I'm being attacked?!?"

Everyone was startled, their faces turning pale as they quickly retreated. Soon, a small clearing appeared between the passengers and Wen Zuomo Shuwan. The passenger who had shouted that he had been attacked was rolling on the ground with his arms crossed, as if he were suffering great torment. His heart-wrenching screams frightened the other passengers, who kept backing away. No one noticed that the zombies that had been wandering in the distance suddenly changed direction and walked towards the direction where the crowd had gathered.

Qin Lei rolled on the ground and howled for a full minute before realizing he was still alive. The first people he saw were Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo. He instinctively covered his hands and crawled toward them like a caterpillar, sobbing and crying, "Save me! I don't want to die! I know you must have a way! Please save me!"

As Qin Lei screamed, Mo Shuwan, who had been immediately shielded behind Wen Zuo, stepped forward and looked at the disheveled Qin Lei with a strange expression. Under the expectant gaze of the other, she suddenly looked up at Wen Zuo and asked, "You thought you were attacked because of the burning sensation on the back of your hand?" Seeing Wen Zuo nod, Mo Shuwan was basically certain of her guess, but she still cautiously asked another question, "What was written on the back of your hand?"

Without hesitation, Wen Zuo showed the back of his hand to Mo Shuwan, a hint of doubt hidden in his eyes. However, most of his gaze was still on Qin Lei, who was crying sadly and desperately. Under Wen Zuo's vigilant and sharp gaze, he gradually fell silent.

Mo Shuwan looked at Wen Zuo's hand; it was clean, and she didn't see any bloody words. She could only shake her head and say, "I can't see it; only you can see it."

Wen Zuo withdrew his hand, immediately took out his phone, and showed the content on the back of his hand to Mo Shuwan. If you looked closely, you would notice that Wen Zuo's fingers were trembling slightly as he held the phone. He was actually very nervous, worried that he and Mo Shuwan had received different instructions, and worried that he would not be able to protect her.

—Zombie World: If you survive for a month, do you have any on the back of your hand?

"Yes, the same." After her guess was confirmed, Mo Shuwan turned to Qin Lei, who was already shrouded in despair, and said, "You're fine. When the mission comes, you'll feel a burning sensation on the back of your hand, but there's no danger."

Qin Lei, his face covered in snot and tears, was a complete mess. Hearing Mo Shuwan's words, he slowly stretched out the hand he had been hiding in his clothes, half believing and half doubting. With the thought that he was going to die sooner or later anyway, he suddenly let go of his right hand, saw the bloody words on the back of his hand, and involuntarily let out a scream, which startled the other passengers behind him.

After finally seeing the words clearly, he stared wide-eyed in disbelief and screamed in terror, "Holy crap, what does this mean? We're going to have to stay in this godforsaken place for a month?!?"

From Wen Zuo's and the passengers' reactions, Mo Shuwan realized that she was the only one on the bus who had accepted the mission in advance. No wonder none of them wanted to exchange for food and water; they were all completely unaware of it.

So, is this a little bit of prophetic privilege given after becoming a junior passenger?

"What do you mean? One month? Why haven't we received any instructions?"

Qin Lei himself was still completely bewildered and didn't know why he had received the task. He could only look at Mo Shuwan with pleading eyes. The other passengers were the same. Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Mo Shuwan did not have any special reaction. After a half-second of silence, she reminded them again, "You can only receive the task after you are a certain distance away from the bus."

"No wonder..."

Mo Shuwan stopped paying attention to the passengers, glanced at the trampled weeds on the highway, pondered for a moment, then turned to Wen Zuo and asked, "I'm going to follow the highway, do you want to come along?"

Wen Zuo hesitated for a moment. He looked back at the passengers who were carefully leaving the bus area and looked at Mo Shuwan with a questioning gaze.

"You want to go with them?" Mo Shuwan nodded. "Yes, give me your bag, I'll walk by myself."

Wen Zuo became anxious.

—When we're traveling together, we can help each other when we encounter difficulties; it's dangerous to leave alone.