Those Years When I Became a Big Shot on the Horror Bus

The four words - shut-in, fair-skinned, short, and weak - perfectly describe Mo Shuwan.

Until one day, she boarded the mysterious dimensional bus and gained a group of变态 teammates...

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Chapter 228 Damage Transfer

Mo Shuwan was right. He had no choice. This damned game had completely handed his fate over to a woman who was clearly difficult to talk to.

Damn it!

Mo Shuwan suddenly smiled and said, "If you're worried that the other person might overhear you if you speak first, you can write it down on paper. I'll make my own judgment after reading it."

After she finished speaking, seeing that neither of them moved, she was not in a hurry and said calmly at a normal pace, "If you are unwilling, I can only use my method."

Standing on the right, Su Xuan looked down at the silver bow in Mo Shuwan's hand, his eyes flickered, and finally pulled his hand out of his pocket. His long, slender fingers, covered in blood, moved nimbly, took out paper and pen, and squatted down to place the paper on his knees.

Having lost an arm, even with only his right hand remaining, he was still very unaccustomed to it, so he wrote very slowly.

The other Su Xuan, who hadn't moved, glanced at Su Xuan squatting down to write with disgust, snorted coldly, and also took out paper and pen, starting to write in the same posture.

Mo Shuwan activated a defensive talisman and walked over. She first went to Su Xuan on the right and subtly examined the paper and pen he was writing on. Then she went to Su Xuan on the left and her eyes darkened slightly after seeing the paper and pen he was using.

The two used the exact same paper and pen, and even the creases on the paper were exactly the same. Thinking of the weapons that the two Wen Zuos had used before, Mo Shuwan's heart sank even further.

It seems that those guys who were looking for passengers to be scapegoats were completely identical to the real passengers under the rules of the game, even the items in their storage space were completely copied.

Having figured this out, she walked back a short distance and waited quietly for the two Su Xuans to write down the information they felt was valuable.

Hopefully, they won't be restricted by the rules of the game...

In the empty, secret room, Wen Zuo suddenly reappeared. The moment he appeared, he staggered and lunged at the wall. Just before he was about to hit it, he quickly reached out and braced himself against the wall. He then turned to look at the four walls, but there was nothing on them.

"It should be fine."

Thinking of the scene he saw before he left, Wen Zuo felt relieved. He turned around and sat down with his back against the wall. The hideous wound on his waist was still bleeding. After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Wen Zuo took out his medicine bag.

A minute later, looking at his unchanging wound, a bitter smile appeared in his eyes.

The medicine pack had no effect on the wound, and Wen Zuo couldn't just watch his injury worsen. Fortunately, just in case, there was a first-aid kit in the storage space, containing ordinary first-aid supplies.

Before Wen Zuo could even open the first-aid kit, two more people appeared in the secret room. He looked up and recognized them.

Chen Chen and Luo Jin.

These two people had more blood on them than he did.

"Wen Zuo? You too—"

Wen Zuo looked at Chen Chen, who was helping Luo Jin sit down, nodded, and reminded him as he took out the medicine packet, "If you can't use this, use mine."

After saying that, he lowered his head, opened the first-aid kit, took out all the first-aid supplies, tore open the blood-stained shirt, and began to treat the wound.

Chen Chen, not believing in such a thing, tore open the medicine packet and sprinkled it on Luo Jin's wound. Sure enough, it was of no use. He cursed angrily, "Damn it!" After cursing, he immediately took out a first aid kit and quickly treated Luo Jin's wound.

Despite Chen Chen's help, Wen Zuo still managed to get there faster than Luo Jin, whose injuries were simply too severe.

Wen Zuo leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and endured the excruciating pain as he went through everything that had just happened in his mind. In just a few short seconds, the bandage that had just been wrapped around his waist was already stained bright red again. For such a serious injury, these first aid measures were simply a drop in the ocean.

Chen Chen helped Luo Jin to the wall, helped him lie down, and his face was extremely pale. "Have you tried the recovery potion? Did it work?"

"without."

After saying that, probably realizing that the answer was ambiguous, he added, "I haven't tried it."

Somewhat frustrated, Chen Chen immediately took out a bottle of recovery potion, pried open Luo Jin's mouth with his hands, and poured the potion down his throat. Although Luo Jin's wounds were still severe, his breathing was noticeably more stable, indicating that the recovery potion was effective.

Chen Chen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down against the wall, less than a meter away from Wen Zuo. He sighed, "You should drink some too, it might help."

Wen Zuo shook his head, "I can still hold on."

Chen Chen pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before suddenly asking, "What choices did the game give you just now? Our mission was to kill two teammates."

He seemed not to expect a response from Wen Zuo, and continued on his own, "The rules said that as long as we killed two of our companions, we could regain our identities. We refused, and then we were teleported to our room. We were surprised and delighted, but..."

Wen Zuo finally opened his eyes and looked at Chen Chen.

Chen Chen said in a low voice, "The squad leader and the others were very surprised to see us. Before we could even say anything, they started attacking us. The room was small, and I was standing behind Luo Jin, so I didn't see what was happening in front of me. In just a few seconds, Luo Jin was injured like this, and then... we were sent back."

Chen Chen spoke lightly, but one could imagine the danger and shock they felt. They were overjoyed, thinking they finally had a chance to pass a message to their companions, to tell them that the person next to them was a fake. But before they could even open their mouths, they were attacked and wounded beyond recognition by their companions.

Wen Zuo remained silent.

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