After the black text disappeared, an invisible force urged them to leave. Mo Shuwan silently took the black bullet from the table, got up and left the room without saying a word.

Wan Sheng followed her out of the room. Watching Mo Shuwan disappear around the corner, he smiled and said, "Thank you so much."

Mo Shuwan, who had already turned the corner, was unaware that the gratitude in Wan Sheng's eyes was almost tangible. What she needed to consider now was how to face the punishment after returning to her room.

Inside the sealed room, the scene the young people were watching went completely blank; they were no longer allowed to watch. And among these young people, one of them, a one-armed man, was missing.

Back outside room 304, Mo Shuwan watched the door open and entered the room with a feeling of helplessness and frustration. However, before she could even mentally condemn her incompetent teammate, a warm arm pressed her neck against the wall.

Instinctively wanting to resist, Mo Shuwan swung her fire-attribute longsword, but abruptly pulled her hand back. As a result, she pulled back too hard, twisted her wrist, and the sword hilt, which had lost its flame, fell to the ground.

She was able to stop in time because at the critical moment she realized that Wan Sheng had been exposed and their game had failed. Wen Zuo, who had just exposed a fake version of herself, would react this way when she saw herself reappear.

Mo Shuwan obediently let Wen Zuo control her.

grumble--

Wen Zuo looked down at Xiwang, who was rubbing against Mo Shuwan's feet, narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed her hand with the bracelet on it. Seeing that the bracelet was properly worn on her wrist, half of his doubts disappeared. "How did we meet?"

Mo Shuwan honestly replied, "In my memory, it was a bus station. I fainted from heatstroke and you carried me into the waiting room. Later, when I came out of the first mission world, you even gave me a bottle of water. You wanted to get on the bus, but I wouldn't let you. You know me because we live in the same neighborhood."

Wen Zuo breathed a sigh of relief and released his grip on Mo Shuwan's arm.

"Cough cough..."

"I'm sorry, I just—"

"It's okay, it's okay, I understand. Just now—" As she tried to bring up what had just happened, her throat felt like it was blocked by countless cotton balls. The rules of the game were preventing her from speaking. She still couldn't say it and could only sigh helplessly, "I can't say it. What I can tell you is that we lost the game. The black text tells us to go back to our rooms and wait for our punishment."

Wen Zuo immediately tensed up, grabbing Mo Shuwan behind him to protect her while cautiously surveying their surroundings.

Mo Shuwan looked around. "Where's Liu Dongcheng?"

"He just spun the wheel and drew 'Fighting Frenzy', and he's been gone for a while now."

"Fighting the Group? The captain of 404 also drew Fighting the Group."

Wen Zuo didn't ask Mo Shuwan how she knew. He understood that if she could tell, she would, and the reason she didn't explain was because she couldn't. Moreover, she had just said, "Our game failed," which at least meant that there was at least one other person who had been with her during the punishment mission.

"Well, if it's related to combat, Liu Dongcheng should be able to pass."

Just as Mo Shuwan was about to speak, she saw the tray placed not far away slowly move. After a while, it was at their feet. Perhaps seeing that they did not react, the tray moved again.

Wen Zuo, whose foot had been bumped, looked grim. "Why at a time like this..."

"I'm fine, hurry up and spin it." Mo Shuwan quickly nudged Wen Zuo. The tray was urging her on. She was really worried that if Wen Zuo didn't spin the pointer, he would be breaking the rules of the game, and she didn't want to know the consequences of breaking the rules at all.

Urged on by Mo Shuwan, Wen Zuo helped her slowly squat down and reached out to turn the hands, but the hands didn't budge. After a moment of stunned silence, Wen Zuo hesitated and said, "Does it mean you should turn it?"

"I guess it's punishment; they're making me share it."

Knowing that there would be a penalty for losing the game, Mo Shuwan was relatively calm.

Knowing that punishment wouldn't come suddenly, Wen Zuo stepped aside.

Mo Shuwan took a deep breath and reached out to turn the pointer. Sure enough, the pointer, which hadn't moved an inch under Wen Zuo's finger, started to spin. However, this time, instead of black characters, small lucky bags appeared on the wheel.

"The punishment is contained in a lucky bag...that's quite novel."

The pointer slowly stopped, and a lucky bag marked number six appeared on the plate. Mo Shuwan reached out and took it, quietly feeling it for a moment. There was no discomfort, so she opened the lucky bag. Inside was a note with the following words.

"Since you and your teammates perfectly completed the punishment game task, you now have one chance to draw a reward. There are three types of rewards in Lucky Bag No. 6. Please spin the wheel to draw one."

Upon seeing the words on the note, Mo Shuwan instantly thought she was seeing things and handed the note to Wen Zuo, "Take a look at what it says?"

"Since you and your teammates perfectly completed the punishment game task, you now have one chance to draw a reward. There are three kinds of rewards in lucky bag number six. Please spin the wheel to draw one." Wen Zuo turned to look at Mo Shuwan and asked hesitantly, "Are you mistaken? The game wasn't lost?"

"Impossible! I did see a message in black text just now telling me I failed the game!"

Mo Shuwan felt her thoughts were in a mess. She kept recalling the black text that had appeared on the table in the other room, but no matter how many times she recalled it, she was absolutely certain that the black text indicated that one side's identity had been exposed and the game had been lost!

Wen Zuo absolutely trusted Mo Shuwan, and upon hearing this, he frowned, "Could it be a game error?"

"It shouldn't be." Mo Shuwan, who had calmed down a bit, looked at the spinning wheel with only three slots left with a strange expression. "I—I can't say."

He couldn't explain the punishment game task at all, so he couldn't ask Wen Zuo for help in analyzing it. However, Wen Zuo himself had already sensed something and asked in a low voice, "Did you finish it, but the others who were playing the game with you didn't?"

This wasn't particularly crucial information; the rules didn't restrict it. She sighed and said, "Yes."

Wen Zuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Then it should be. Maybe you misunderstood. Success doesn't require all tasks to be completed."

Considering the current situation, Wen Zuo's guess was indeed correct, but Mo Shuwan, who had experienced it firsthand, knew it was definitely not. She did not doubt her understanding ability, but if she had not misunderstood, why was she given a chance to draw a reward after failing the game?

What exactly went wrong?!

Seeing Mo Shuwan's anxious expression, Wen Zuo patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Let's try the lottery first, maybe we can get some useful information."

Thinking of the memories Wen Zuo and the others had of what the person in number 504 had said, and the memories of the person in number 404 who had been forgotten after entering the main hall, Mo Shuwan took a deep breath. "Hmm, I also discovered some other things."