Ah Xiang looked at Mo Shuwan with a surprised expression, then suddenly reached out to check her forehead temperature and muttered, "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Mo Shuwan was stunned, staring at A Xiang in disbelief.

"Oh dear, I know you've fallen for Wen Zuo, but you can't tell others that Wen Zuo is your husband. If the clan leader finds out, you'll definitely be punished." As she spoke, A Xiang pushed Mo Shuwan toward her own house.

Forced back into the house, Mo Shuwan stared at A Xiang in front of her, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She lowered her eyes and finally learned to agree with A Xiang: "I understand. I won't talk nonsense anymore. Thank you, A Xiang. It's good that you reminded me."

When I see the clan chief tonight, I must tell him about Ah Xiang. Ah Xiang lied to me!

Having silently made up her mind, Mo Shuwan went to sleep.

When they gathered for the hunt that evening, Mo Shuwan finally saw Wen Zuo again. She noticed that Wen Zuo looked terrible and kept tripping and falling after taking a few steps. Instinctively, she thought of the words she had heard when she was woken up that afternoon, and Ah Xiang grabbing her ankle as if she wanted to do something.

Where did Ah Xiang and the others go after they left?

Liu Dongcheng, who was walking behind Wen Zuo, had a blank look in his eyes and did not see Wen Zuo fall down. He walked forward with Wen Zuo's back on his back, but because Wen Zuo made a movement to get up, he also fell to the ground.

Mo Shuwan, who was already walking towards Wen Zuo, quickly ran over, frowned, helped Wen Zuo up, and glared at Liu Dongcheng who was lying on the ground, "Can't you walk?!"

Liu Dongcheng struggled on the ground for a long time but couldn't get up. After Wen Zuo was helped up, he seemed to lose all his energy and put all his weight on Mo Shuwan. Soon, the two of them also fell to the ground.

Mo Shuwan, panting heavily, pushed Wen Zuo: "Get up. I haven't eaten anything this afternoon, and I don't have the strength to help you."

Just as she was shouting, Ah Xiang and several tribesmen brought over several bowls of soup. The enticing aroma wafted into her nose, and Mo Shuwan was delighted and reached out to take them, but Ah Xiang dodged her outstretched hand.

"Those who don't put in the effort don't deserve to drink the soup."

Mo Shuwan looked at the indifferent A Xiang with a blank expression.

Wen Zuo and Liu Dongcheng drank the soup, but they became even thinner. However, Mo Shuwan noticed that they were stronger than before. The two people who had fallen on the sand and couldn't even get up were now walking briskly. Mo Shuwan, who had come to help them, fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

She felt very weak.

After a long while, when the clan chief announced the departure, Mo Shuwan finally got up and stumbled after the clansmen, but she couldn't keep up at all.

Having failed countless times, Yang Zhou, like a puppet on a string, randomly chose a path to pursue the possible nodes and the real them. He failed far too many times, and walking on the edge of reincarnation naturally comes at a price. The monsters surrounding him are becoming fewer and fewer.

Yang Zhou himself was visibly weakening.

"If I'm not mistaken, there are only three days left until the end of the game. If I can't pull the captain and the others out within these three days, then they and I will forever live in this damned virtual cycle under this identity."

That's worse than death.

Somewhat dejected, Yang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and sped up, rushing towards the boundless desert. He didn't know how long he had been running. When he saw a familiar person lying in the sand, he didn't even realize it and almost missed him with the monsters.

"team leader?!"

Upon recognizing who was lying on the ground, Yang Zhou let out a joyful shout, his eyes instantly turning red. He immediately rushed over and helped the pale-faced Mo Shuwan up.

Chirp! ...

Roar!!!

Hopefully, the cries from the stratosphere snapped Yang Zhou out of his euphoria. He realized that this stage was about to end, and if he didn't immediately show the captain the truth, the other version of himself, the captain would be thrown back into the virtual cycle of reincarnation by the game!

Having searched for so long, Yang Zhou was determined not to let this opportunity slip by again!

He immediately picked up Mo Shuwan and led the monsters in a grand procession towards the place where the unexpected event was about to occur. After finally seeing his clansmen, Yang Zhou was extremely grateful for the speed of his current identity.

The changes haven't started yet, there's still time.

The stiff monsters barely made any unnecessary movements without Yang Zhou's instructions, but Yang Zhou was worried that they would notice something was wrong, so he took the monsters to a slightly farther place before bringing Mo Shuwan back to a place where they could see all the changes happening later.

Time passed slowly, and Yang Zhou's eyes suddenly narrowed. He immediately reached out and pinched Mo Shuwan awake, then covered her mouth with his hand, pursing his lips as he watched the massacre unfolding not far away.

Before Mo Shuwan could even see what was happening when she woke up, her mouth was covered. She struggled desperately, but the arm covering her mouth was unusually firm, and she was too weak to struggle for more than a few seconds before she ran out of strength.

Thinking she was going to die, Mo Shuwan stopped struggling and slumped her head in despair. But soon, her eyelids were pried open by two fingers, forcing her to look ahead.

"Mmm!"

grumble--

Mo Shuwan stopped struggling, a look of confusion appearing in her eyes.

What's that sound? It sounds so familiar...

The massacre continued not far away. Yang Zhou held Mo Shuwan down and watched it all. After everyone was slaughtered, Yang Zhou became a little nervous.

Half an hour later, the place where the massacre had taken place was buried by yellow sand, and all the corpses and bloodstains disappeared completely.

With a sallow complexion, Mo Shuwan turned to look at Yang Zhou, weakly raising her hand to take out a bottle of recovery potion. "Thank you for your hard work this time."

"It's not hard work!" Yang Zhou shook his head excitedly.

Hearing the roars of the beasts beside her, Mo Shuwan turned to look at Wen Zuo and couldn't help but smile helplessly. "I don't know what's wrong with this stupid game. It likes to turn passengers into monsters all the time."

Yang Zhou scratched his head sheepishly, "This time it was my own choice."

After drinking the recovery potion, Mo Shuwan felt much better and said, "You should write something. I can't understand what you're saying right now."

Yang Zhou then realized what was happening and quickly rewrote the sentence on the sand.

"Understood, thank you for your hard work, I owe you a lot this time." Black words had already appeared on the ground, indicating that she needed to make a choice, which was obvious even without Yang Zhou's detailed explanation.

“I will choose to return to ‘reincarnation’ later, and I will find a way to kill those humans created by the game.” Mo Shuwan frowned. “Never mind, I will find a way to take Wen Zuo and the others away. You just follow your original plan.”