However, Mo Shuwan's situation was not as bad as they had imagined. After being engulfed by the flames, she appeared in a place surrounded by iron nail walls on all sides, and the places on her body that had been burned by the flames were still throbbing with pain.
She frowned and subtly surveyed the small area.
The wall of iron nails hanging above her head seemed to be completely suspended in mid-air, with no supporting structures around it, and the wall of iron nails below...
Mo Shuwan was silent for a moment, then squatted down and reached down to touch the ground. Her hand went right through the ground she was stepping on, and she carefully moved her foot towards the spot her hand was touching. She found that she was actually stepping on solid ground.
In other words, although she can feel solid ground beneath her feet, it's not real solid ground, and the iron nail wall below isn't just for show; it could collapse onto her at any moment. But now that all four walls are stationary, she might still have a chance to escape.
After realizing this, Mo Shuwan stood up and slowly walked towards the wall of iron nails in front of her. After examining it carefully, she discovered that there were dark bloodstains left on the wall of iron nails, and she didn't know when they were left.
"So, someone else fell here like me before? What happened to him?"
With this question in mind, Mo Shuwan went over and carefully examined the other two iron nail walls as well. She found that they were not only covered with tiny molds, but the way the molds grew and arranged looked exactly like a human figure. A chill suddenly ran through her.
She couldn't get a close look at the iron nail wall below; she only glanced at it briefly and didn't find anything unusual.
"What should I do..."
While Mo Shuwan was trapped in the small space and faced danger at any moment, the others in the room were also urged by the game rules and had to panic and prepare to step onto the black and white squares. After all, Mo Shuwan had taken the first step and she was fine, so the few people at the front squeezed onto number one.
However, in the first square they thought was absolutely safe, everyone except one person was still standing intact.
An uproar ensued.
Those who were about to step onto number one stopped in their tracks in horror, growling in disbelief, "How could this be?!"
"That's impossible!"
The person who stepped onto square number one but didn't disappear had already collapsed to the ground. He screamed for a moment, then realized he was unharmed. He was shocked and pinched his face. It really hurt!
He stared blankly at the white checkered pattern he had sat on, and finally couldn't help but burst into a delighted laugh.
There were at least five people who went up together, but now everyone else has disappeared. The only one left is out of luck. The others, who are still standing outside the grid, stare at the black and white grids, not daring to make a move.
However, the game rules don't give them a choice at all; even if they don't want to choose, the game rules will force them to!
The person standing closest to the black and white squares was forced to move forward by the rules of the game. His face was full of terror, and he shook his head violently, but he seemed to be restricted from speaking. Even though his legs were trembling with fear, he could not utter a sound.
The others standing behind him immediately noticed something was wrong and retreated in panic. They watched as the man walked to square six and then disappeared.
Once the first one happened, another followed. After three people were forced to choose which square disappeared, someone finally broke down and screamed, "I choose! I choose!!!"
It's always better to choose for yourself than to let the game choose one for you!
But these people were clearly not very lucky. More than thirty people disappeared one after another, and in the end only five people were left on the grid. And these people are still slumped on the grid, looking at the second row of grids in despair, not daring to put their feet down.
"Waaaaah, if I had known it would end like this, I would have preferred to just let the monster bite me to death."
These people were actually the new passengers on the four buses. They lost their identities for various reasons in the first small challenge, and some died. Those who survived were "recycled" by the game and directly involved in Mo Shuwan's punishment game.
Of course, the rules apply equally to everyone; once they win fifty games, they will regain their freedom.
The temptation was too great for these fear-ridden new passengers.
The five people who remained in the room felt a wave of despair. Several monsters not far away continued to growl, and the piercing sound made them even more emotionally distraught.
The monster among the nine, which had been unusually agitated since Mo Shuwan disappeared, gradually calmed down. The chains binding him also returned to calm. He drooped his head, his ugly eyes clearly filled with worry.
The monster tied next to it let out a few low growls, tugged at the chains binding its arms, and quickly fell silent again.
Meanwhile, Mo Shuwan was sitting on the ground, sweating profusely, writing and drawing with paper and pen.
The iron nail wall surrounding her was slowly approaching her. Strangely, although the nails were visibly radiating coldness, Mo Shuwan, who remained motionless, was sweating profusely from the heat.
She even lost her grip on the pen several times, and the writing on the paper gradually became blurred under the erosion of sweat, but Mo Shuwan didn't care much. She kept writing.
The walls of iron nails were getting closer and closer to her.
Gradually, Mo Shuwan raised her head slightly, and her breathing became increasingly difficult.
Without stopping her hands, she spoke quickly in a low voice: "When he entered here, he first looked at the four walls of iron nails... and then he encountered the exact same situation as me. There was a human-shaped mark outlined by mold on the wall behind him."
After reviewing her current situation in her mind, Mo Shuwan suddenly stopped writing. She turned her head to look at the iron nail wall behind her covered with human-shaped mold, and a bold idea suddenly arose in her mind.
"My idea was completely wrong, this mold..."
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, stood up, and walked toward the wall of iron nails that was getting closer and closer. Ever since she came in, she had been convinced that the humanoid mark was left by the previous unfortunate guy. The black text hints given by the game rules made her even more convinced of her idea that if she could figure out how the previous person died, there might be a glimmer of hope.
She took two more steps forward, gesturing with her hands to show the human-shaped arms and head outlined by the mold, and finally came to a conclusion that she had never considered before.
"The human figures outlined by these molds... are almost exactly the same as my body shape."
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