Mo Shuwan peeked at the date on Wen Zuo's phone: October 4th. She frowned slightly, not understanding why, even though she had only spent one day and one night in this world, the date had jumped directly from the 1st to the 4th. But that was the fact, and no matter how hard it was to understand, it had become the 4th.

“I’ve been missing for four days. I called my parents to let them know I was safe when I got on the bus… I’m trying my best to survive and earn as many points as possible. Only by risking my life can I have a chance to go home.”

Even if Mo Shuwan didn't say what was left unsaid, Wen Zuo understood. He also thought of his sick mother and was about to frown with worry when he remembered that his older brother had already returned home before him, and his heart was at ease.

Wen Zuo quickly caught up with Mo Shuwan, who had already reached the edge of the iron fence. He stared at the top of her head for a moment, and was just about to consider how to get out when Mo Shuwan walked quickly towards a large tree inside the iron fence not far away. She stood under the tree for a moment, then turned around and looked intently at Wen Zuo, who was standing still. "You can climb over from here."

Because zombies are not agile and even when affected by the blood moon, they can only rush around aimlessly and cannot perform difficult actions such as climbing trees, the safe zone only put up iron nets around it and did not take any other measures. The iron nets are a bit high, and people inside the safe zone have to climb trees to get out. Unfortunately, Mo Shuwan has never unlocked the skill of climbing trees since she was a child.

Wen Zuobian reached down and took the watermelon knife from his backpack, walked over to Mo Shuwan, handed her the knife, looked at the tree in front of him, and started climbing without saying a word. In the blink of an eye, the person who was just standing next to him was now squatting on the tree.

Mo Shuwan, who had just picked up the watermelon knife and raised her hands, waiting for Wen Zuo to lift her up: "..."

Silently lowering her raised arms, Mo Shuwan looked up at Wen Zuo, who was squatting on a tree branch typing. "Wen Zuo, let's go out together. Don't risk your life alone."

Wen Zuo paused while typing, looking down at Mo Shuwan with gentle eyes. Just as Mo Shuwan thought he was going to pull her up the tree, the phone was handed to her so she could see the words clearly.

—I'll go take a look first.

Let's go together!

Unfortunately, Wen Zuo just smiled gently, then turned and jumped down from the tree, giving Mo Shuwan no chance to stop him, and quickly ran towards the direction from which the zombie's growl came.

Mo Shuwan, who watched him leave, didn't dare to shout out, fearing that it would attract zombies and put Wen Zuo in danger. But she did do something. After realizing that she couldn't call Wen Zuo back, she immediately grabbed the tree trunk and tried to climb up, but she slipped down many times, often falling down the tree before reaching halfway.

The only time he climbed halfway down, he rolled backwards, and the watermelon knife in his hand landed right next to his head. If he had been any closer, the blade might have even hit his neck.

After realizing her own limitations, Mo Shuwan dared not climb any further and could only stay where she was, feeling frustrated and worried as she waited for Wen Zuo to return.

Wen Zuo moved quickly and was careful enough not to make a big fuss. He didn't attract the attention of the zombies along the way. He spent ten minutes exploring the surrounding area and confirmed that there weren't too many zombies before quietly retreating.

Mo Shuwan, who was extremely anxious, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wen Zuoping return.

Wen Zuo easily climbed the tree and jumped back to Mo Shuwan's side, giving her a shy smile and gesturing for her to raise her hands.

With Wen Zuo's help, Mo Shuwan climbed the tree and crossed to the other side of the iron fence. She couldn't help but whisper, "I've never seen anyone rush to the front of any dangerous thing like you. Everyone would rather stay as far away as possible."

Wen Zuo still had a shy smile on his face, which completely put Mo Shuwan at a loss for words.

Within the iron fence surrounding the safe zone, two survivors, trembling as they searched for wild vegetables, stared at the spot where Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo had left, their hands covered in mud.

A moment later, one of the survivors asked in a shrill voice, "They went out?"

"...They've gone out." The survivor who answered cautiously looked around and, finding no trace of zombies, relaxed slightly. He said anxiously, "Let's get back to work. It's their business if they want to die; it has nothing to do with us."

The two huddled together and began searching for wild vegetables and edible weeds. After a while, one of them couldn't help but look in the direction Mo Shuwan and the others had left. Then, as if electrocuted, he looked down at his hands and said in a trembling voice, "Do you think they're crazy? The blood moon is still hanging in the sky, and they actually dare to go out!"

"Maybe they are capable."

"If they were really capable, they would have moved into a high-end residential area long ago. Why would they still be here digging for wild vegetables with us?"

The two whispered to each other for a while, and their fear subsided somewhat. They huddled together and carefully searched the ground for wild vegetables. If they couldn't complete their task today, the food they received would definitely not be enough to fill their teeth.

Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, who were being discussed, had already approached the zombies. The moment they saw the zombies, Mo Shuwan's legs went weak, her hand holding the watermelon knife trembled uncontrollably, and she even felt a surge of nausea. "I...I'm sorry, I might need to calm down a bit."

Wen Zuo looked worriedly at Mo Shuwan, whose face was turning pale, and pulled her closer to him to block her view of the zombies.

Mo Shuwan forced a smile. "I'm fine, I just find these guys disgusting."

Wen Zuo turned his head to observe the zombies wandering nearby, noticing that some were missing half their faces, some were missing arms, some only had half their necks left, and some had half their intestines hanging out of their stomachs. He turned back to look and nodded seriously, agreeing with Mo Shuwan's statement.

Mo Shuwan was almost amused by Wen Zuo's serious reaction.

After hiding quietly behind the tree for about five minutes, Mo Shuwan took a deep breath and said she was ready.

Following the plan they had just discussed, Wen Zuo and Mo Shuwan separated. Wen Zuo walked to a spot about ten meters to her right and stood down. He bent down to pick up a stone from the ground, then turned to look at Mo Shuwan. He saw that although Mo Shuwan's hand holding the watermelon knife was still trembling, her gaze remained firm. He then looked away with a mixture of worry and relief, and tossed the stone away.

The stone chosen was just the right size for Wen Zuo to cover with one hand. Throwing it into the zombie horde would be enough to attract zombies but not all of them.

Seeing the zombies start to move in their direction, Mo Shuwan took a deep breath. Remembering her first experience killing a zombie yesterday, where she slashed at its head but couldn't immediately pull the knife out, she quickly gripped the watermelon knife tightly with both hands, nervously waiting for the zombies to get closer.

But half a second later, Mo Shuwan suddenly shook her head, squinting at the approaching zombies with some uncertainty, "Wen Zuo, don't you think the zombies are much faster?"