Yang Zhou couldn't believe it.

grumble--

This sound—

Yang Zhou stared wide-eyed at the creature the girl in front of him was holding—it was that voice, one of those invisible beings!

grumble!

Yang Zhou, who subconsciously wanted to lean closer for a better look, stared blankly down at his leg, which was throbbing with pain, his confusion deepening.

No, something's not right.

When Yang Zhou saw the people in front of him starting to speak in a language he couldn't understand, he inexplicably thought of his previous prey, who also occasionally spoke in a language he couldn't understand.

Mo Shuwan turned to look at the strange local human in front of her and said in a low voice, "He doesn't seem to understand us."

"Huh? But he was able to talk to us just now!"

Mo Shuwan shook her head. "I've noticed that he can understand what we're saying when we talk to him, but he can't understand when we're talking to each other."

The group turned to look at the sallow-faced native human and noticed that he did indeed look confused. They tried to say something to him, but he immediately cursed back.

Chen Jiaxu, who had been scolded, rubbed his nose. "Seriously, he understands us when we talk to him, yet he still swears at us!"

Thinking back to when they caught this strange guy more than ten days ago, he would curse at the drop of a hat, and Chen Jiaxu couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Mo Shuwan pursed her lips and pondered. She said in a low voice, "Since we entered this level, we have encountered many native humans. Most of them are very fast, but weak, and they prey on us. This guy is indeed very weak, but it is really strange that he can survive in the desert for more than ten days under these conditions."

“Do you remember me saying before that many of the native humans we encountered looked exactly alike?”

“I remember.” Mo Shuwan sighed and looked at the native humans who were tied up and lying on the ground. “I have some doubts about whether these native humans can die. Every time we encountered them before, we would kill them all, but every time we returned to the scene, the traces would completely disappear. If these native humans are created by the game, then it is normal that they can’t die.”

"So what should we do with him?"

"Take it with you for now."

grumble!

Yang Zhou looked down at his bitten thigh, then looked blankly at the guy who looked exactly like him.

Three days after he was taken by his side, they encountered another attack. This time, Mo Shuwan and his group did not take the initiative to attack, but focused on defense, mainly to observe the reactions of the captured local humans.

Yang Zhou was excited to see his fellow clansmen. He looked around and realized that the strange guys had no time to pay attention to him. He immediately stood up and stumbled towards his clansmen, but the closer he got, the slower he became.

Why is there a me here too?

grumble!

His trouser leg was tugged, and Yang Zhou quickly ran a few steps in the direction he was being pulled. He finally saw each of his tribesmen clearly. He stared in shock, his eyes widening, and turned his head in disbelief to look at the guys who had grabbed him and were dodging their attacks.

"Why are there two of them? Who is my kin? Who... am I?"

Yang Zhou suddenly collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the people who were getting further and further away from him. He looked at the 'himself' who was killed, at Mo Shuwan who was killed, at Wen Zuo who was killed, at Liu Dongcheng who was killed, at Chen Jiaxu who was killed. He thought, I am Yang Zhou.

All those forced-to-be-forgotten memories flooded back into Yang Zhou's mind. It took him half an hour to sort everything out. He sighed helplessly, "Damn it, this darn game!"

grumble!

Roar!!!

Upon hearing those two voices again, Yang Zhou's eyes finally cleared of doubt and fear. He looked around and whispered, "Thank you for pulling me out. Don't worry, I'll find a way to save the captain and the others."

Hope and the sounds of the stratosphere grew louder, but Yang Zhou couldn't see where they were. He smiled, looking at the black characters that appeared on the ground, and the last bit of mystery in his heart vanished.

"I see……"

...

"Shuwan! You're finally back!"

Mo Shuwan looked at A Xiang rushing towards her, and her face subconsciously tried to smile, but for some reason, she found that she couldn't smile. A half-smile was stuck on her face. Fortunately, A Xiang didn't care and affectionately hugged Mo Shuwan's arm.

"I missed you so much! You were away for such a long time this time."

Mo Shuwan chuckled dryly twice, but still didn't respond.

Wen Zuo stood behind her, watching Mo Shuwan's arm being held by A Xiang. He pursed his lips and reached out to pry A Xiang's hand off.

"Oh, you're jealous? I just hugged your wife."

The group followed Ah Xiang back to the oasis, their spirits somewhat low. They accepted the soup Ah Xiang offered, thanked her, and prepared to drink it.

"roar!!!"

Just as she brought the bowl to her lips, it spilled on the ground due to Ah Xiang's violent movements. Before Mo Shuwan could even feel sorry for her, she heard the tribespeople screaming in panic to run away.

"Beast attack! Run!!!"

Mo Shuwan and the others were forced to stand up and followed behind with unsteady steps. They ran for several hundred meters, and when they looked back, the monsters had not caught up with them, but had occupied the oasis.

The chieftain's voice, as if he had just survived a disaster, rang out, "Let's hurry and go to the next hunting spot."

Mo Shuwan glanced back and saw that a monster had left the oasis and was standing a few hundred meters away watching them.

The chieftain led dozens of his people in a panic toward the next hunting spot. After running for more than a minute, they realized that the monsters really didn't intend to chase them. They breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, a surge of anger welled up in everyone's hearts.

Mo Shuwan frowned, her face full of displeasure. "These monsters have gone too far. There was a clear agreement that they were not allowed to attack us."

Wen Zuo patted Mo Shuwan's hair reassuringly, and during their break, he pulled her down to squat down and wrote in the yellow sand: "They used to feed on us. Now that prey is scarce in the desert, it's normal for them to attack us when they can't find any."

"Sigh." Mo Shuwan sighed.

After letting the tribesmen rest for a while, they got up again and ran for a few minutes, and were pleasantly surprised to find five prey.

Once again, the entire clan was slaughtered. Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, barely alive, lay together. Seeing each other's tragic state, the two felt nothing but helplessness.

"roar!!!"

Seeing the horrific scene before him, Yang Zhou sighed and walked over to bury the stiff corpses in the yellow sand. He was now completely transformed into a monster, and due to the limitations of the game rules, he couldn't do much. He could only try to stop them from entering the so-called third level before everything happened.