Yang Zhou nodded. With the captain there, he felt much more relaxed.

They don't have much time left. There are only three days left until the end of the game, and the nodes don't appear every moment. If they want to find the perfect node to take Wen Zuo and the others away and let them see the truth, they only have three chances left.

Aside from himself and Yang Zhou, Wen Zuo, Liu Dongcheng, and Chen Jiaxu are also trapped in the cycle of reincarnation. Moreover, they drank the soup, which is equivalent to leaving him here in a roundabout way. It will be very difficult to find a way to take them away.

"We only have three chances; we can't afford to fail."

Yang Zhou took a deep breath and wrote in the sand: I will help too!

Hopefully, the two little guys in the stratosphere also realized the seriousness of the matter, as they didn't make a sound during Mo Shuwan and Yang Zhou's conversation, only letting out a soft call when the two were about to leave.

"You two are great too."

After praising the two invisible little dinosaurs, Mo Shuwan voluntarily entered the cycle of reincarnation. The next moment, she returned to the outside of the oasis and looked at Ah Xiang walking towards her. She reached out and touched her chest.

It's really not a good feeling to be killed by yourself so many times.

They only learn the truth when they are about to die, and then continue to enter the cycle of reincarnation with helplessness and regret. It has to be said that this game is very insidious, using the completion of the game to lure them into the cycle of reincarnation created by the game.

Without realizing it, they forgot their own identity.

"Shuwan, you're back! I've prepared a big pot of hot soup for you this time. You can drink it whenever you want."

"Thank you, Ah Xiang."

After returning to the oasis with Ah Xiang, Mo Shuwan stopped Wen Zuo and the others who were about to drink the soup. Under their gazes and those of all directions, she whispered, "Don't finish it all. Just drink a little bit. Take the rest back to the house and drink it slowly, otherwise you'll get hungry soon. Quickly cover the bowls with your clothes, or Ah Xiang will be in a difficult position."

Ah Xiang immediately laughed, "Shu Wan, you're so smart. You should all go back and rest. Don't worry, I won't tell the clan leader about this."

Mo Shuwan felt the gazes from all directions disappear. She smiled and nodded to A Xiang, then walked beside Wen Zuo with the bowl in her hand and whispered, "Come to my house later, and I'll give you my soup, but remember to bring your own."

Wen Zuo stared at Mo Shuwan, his eyes wide open.

Mo Shuwan stopped looking at him and walked over to Liu Dongcheng and Chen Jiaxu, repeating what she had told Wen Zuo earlier. When she parted ways with them, she pretended not to see the stares from those around her, and excitedly muttered to herself, "These idiots, I'm going to steal all their soup when I get to my place later."

The clansmen who had been staring blankly at Mo Shuwan finally broke into smiles. They stopped paying attention to her and continued to go about their business as if nothing had happened.

Back in her room, Mo Shuwan's smile vanished completely. Although she appeared relaxed, a thin layer of sweat had appeared on her back. These guys were created by the game, and their purpose was to assimilate them into their kind. Right now, their methods were relatively mild, but if she showed any abnormality, they might resort to other means.

Absolutely no risk!

She looked down at the soup she had placed beside her, remained silent for a moment, then reached out and cleared away the grass covering the sand. She dug a sand pit with her bare hands, poured the soup into it, and replaced it with some recovery potions.

She didn't dare to put in too much, fearing that if Wen Zuo and the others recovered too quickly, they would be suspected.

After waiting in the house for about seven or eight minutes, Wen Zuo, who had hidden the bowl in his clothes, appeared furtively at the door.

Mo Shuwan waved to him.

Wen Zuo, protecting the bowl hidden in his clothes, bent down and crawled into the house, his sallow face full of anxiety.

"Sigh." Mo Shuwan sighed softly, picked up the bowl beside her, looked at the soup in Wen Zuo's bowl that had already been drunk quite a bit, and her eyes darkened. "Look, I have more soup in my bowl than you do now, right?"

Wen Zuo nodded vigorously.

Mo Shuwan said, "Then I'll swap bowls with you. You give me your soup, and I'll give you mine. That way, you'll make a profit!"

Wen Zuo nodded almost without hesitation and swapped with Mo Shuwan. After drinking all the recovery potion in the bowl, he felt very comfortable and couldn't help but pick up the bowl and look at it over and over.

Seeing that Wen Zuo had taken the bait, Mo Shuwan calmly continued, "Next time, if there's soup like this, bring it over and trade with me. My soup tastes better than yours."

After seeing Wen Zuo off, Mo Shuwan soon met Liu Dongcheng and Chen Jiaxu. She gave them the recovery potion in the same way. Mo Shuwan lay down and poured out several bowls of the potion. After drinking it, she would leave her own body bit by bit on the soup. Her tense emotions relaxed a little.

At least the first step of the plan was successful.

Mo Shuwan didn't sleep all afternoon. Tonight, she had to find a way to get one of the three Wen Zuo and his group away from the main group, but she had to have a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, if she attracted the attention of A Xiang and the others, not only would she not be able to leave, but she might also run into trouble.

Mo Shuwan spent the entire afternoon thinking about how to reasonably take someone away. When it came time to leave with the clan leader in the evening, she still couldn't come up with a safe solution, and her face became even more haggard as a result.

Yang Zhou has several fixed routes, and they will appear on different routes in each reincarnation. Yang Zhou can only find them by luck, so Mo Shuwan can only rely on herself to carry out the plan.

She lagged behind the group, glancing at Wen Zuo and the other two from time to time. Because she had given them recovery potions, they were no longer at the back. However, Mo Shuwan did not regret giving them recovery potions that afternoon.

Their vitality has been drained by the people created by these games, at least 70 percent of it. If they are not given some recovery potions to restore their bodies, they probably won't even last three days. They will be completely assimilated by Ah Xiang and the others, becoming puppets without thoughts, feelings, or even life.

As they drew closer to their hiding place, Mo Shuwan pursed her lips, looked at Chen Jiaxu who was lagging behind, and without hesitation, she immediately approached him.

At the same time, Ah Xiang's excited voice came from ahead, "Chief! There are five prey here!!!"

Mo Shuwan was stunned. She hadn't expected the timing to be brought forward this time. She didn't have time to coax Chen Jiaxu anymore, so she immediately grabbed him and ran to the side. If they didn't leave A Xiang and the others' side, even if they were 'face to face' with her, they wouldn't be able to see the truth.