"Did we win or lose just now?" Mo Shuwan frowned slightly, turned her head to look at the audience sitting next to her, and found that they had expressions of lingering enjoyment, as if they had just seen an extremely wonderful performance.

"It shouldn't be considered a win or a loss." Wen Zuo was also looking around and found that their presence was ignored by the surrounding audience. Soon, he spotted two passengers who looked familiar in the crowd. "Other passengers got here before us."

New passengers appeared in the square, and they had the same experience as when they came in. However, they had not received any information yet. Mo Shuwan had no choice but to give up collecting information for the time being. She grabbed Wen Zuo's hand and looked at it. The wound on it had already healed.

Wen Zuo said, "The healing stone did have some effect."

"Yes, it feels like the treatment is even more effective than when I first received it." He squeezed the finger that Wen Zuo had injured earlier. "I wonder if Liu Dongcheng and the others have arrived yet."

"Let's see if we can send a message."

Soon, after testing, the two found that the phone could not be used. Now, it seemed that all they could do was continue to wait. However, gradually, more and more passengers appeared in the square, and so did the number of large swords. Some passengers were hacked to death as soon as they entered, while others survived until the blades turned black. Some passengers, like Mo Shuwan and the others, persevered to the end and then suddenly disappeared from the square.

It's obvious to anyone that they also suddenly appeared in the audience.

After an unknown amount of time, the audience members sitting in the stands suddenly erupted in a roar.

"The competition has ended. Passengers, please disembark in the order listed."

Finally, the sound of a bus came, and the passengers scattered in the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

The first two names that appeared were ones that Mo Shuwan and the others did not recognize. However, considering that the bus had just said that passengers should leave in order, these two passengers must be the first to leave.

After searching through the crowd, all the passengers finally spotted the two passengers.

"They were the two passengers who stayed the longest after us."

Mo Shuwan nodded. "So, the order is determined by the length of time they persist?"

"It should be; barring any unforeseen circumstances, it will be our turn soon."

Ding-dong—

Luo Bao: 100

Preface by Chen: 100

"Those are the names of those two passengers from earlier, but I don't know what the numbers after them represent." Mo Shuwan narrowed her eyes.

Wen Zuo guessed correctly. Three more groups of passengers left, and then it was their turn. They stood up and walked a short distance when their names appeared on the list that the bus had just sent over. Their names were followed by the number 98.

Following the bus's directions, they passed right in front of the audience. As they were about to leave, the two looked at the list, which had grown considerably with the addition of more names, while the numbers following them were gradually decreasing.

"The number is probably related to how long we held out, but we don't know exactly what it represents."

Wen Zuo thought for a moment and said, "It feels somewhat similar to what we encountered in the game world last time."

"So these numbers represent rankings?"

"Possibly."

Mo Shuwan pondered for a moment. Seeing that she had already reached the door, she stopped and said in a deep voice, "What if, when the value accumulates to a certain point, our opponents will become passengers?"

After all, it's a competition among passengers, and she doesn't think that the passengers will have no interaction at all by the end.

All the passengers left the stands one after another. Because they had encountered danger after opening the door before, everyone was very careful this time. Unfortunately, no matter how careful they were, it was no use. The weapons they were holding disappeared the moment they pushed open the door, and as expected, they encountered danger.

Almost exactly the same as last time, except this time the opponent changed from a broadsword to a longsword. Similarly, the blade turned pitch black halfway through the battle and also had a certain corrosiveness. After returning to the audience seats, Mo Shuwan discovered that some passengers, after being attacked by the black energy, quickly became defenseless and were eventually killed by the longsword.

Of course, judging from the results of the previous round, they won't die, but they will get fewer numbers in the end.

This time it ended even faster than last time, and Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo moved forward one more place, getting a number of 97.

"The numbers have changed, they've been added together, and our ranking has changed too."

On the list, Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo both moved up one place.

"Hmm, I didn't see Liu Dongcheng and the others. I don't know which area they were assigned to."

The list of familiar people only included each other, indicating that they had been assigned to different places, and it was unknown whether their experiences were the same.

They continued this battle for a while until the ninth round, when their opponent finally became a single person.

This was the first time they had been attacked without even opening the door. Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo both looked at the young man holding a long sword standing not far away.

Noticing their gaze, the boy smiled happily. "Congratulations on successfully reaching my level. I've heard you're quite capable. I hope you won't let us down."

What do we get if we defeat you?

"Hehehe, little girl, I signed a confidentiality agreement, don't try to trick me into telling me anything." The boy tilted his head, sighed, and when he looked at Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo again, his eyes changed.

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