"I...I'll take it? Are you sure?"
Wen Zuo nodded.
The survivor's eyes suddenly flashed with disbelief and extreme joy. He asked uncertainly, "Are you sure you want to give me your spoils?"
The survivors who hadn't left yet immediately cast envious, jealous, and hateful glances at this person.
Holy crap, what incredible luck!
Wen Zuo looked impatient, but the survivors who noticed his expression suppressed their wild joy and happily dragged the man off the ground.
Wen Zuo then released his hand from Mo Shuwan's head, rubbing it against her soft hair as he withdrew it. His originally stern expression gradually softened, and in the darkness, a trace of color crept onto Wen Zuo's face.
Mo Shuwan was free, but she still couldn't see the man who had disgusted her. She knew that Wen Zuo had him dragged away, but she didn't care. She just warned in a low voice, "I've said it before, we don't like killing people, but if anyone insists on coming up to die, we don't mind using all sorts of methods to send you on your way."
These words immediately frightened away all the survivors who were still watching.
Although she could no longer see any survivors, Mo Shuwan still dared not relax. She did not let her body go limp. With the help of Wen Zuo, she took a torch, straightened her back, walked to the shed, and bent down to crawl inside. At least to outsiders, she appeared to be in good condition.
But once inside the shed, the tension dissipated immediately. Wen Zuo grabbed Mo Shuwan, who was sliding to the ground, and quickly inserted the torch into the slot specifically for torches. He then worriedly helped Mo Shuwan up, half-embracing her as he placed her on a pile of hay, and reached for his phone.
—Is it very uncomfortable?
"It's okay, I don't feel bad." Mo Shuwan said in a trembling voice, then slid off the haystack, pushed away Wen Zuo's hand that was anxiously trying to help her, and shook her head, saying, "I can hold on. You haven't rested much all day, so lie down quickly."
Wen Zuo couldn't bear to let Mo Shuwan sit on the ground, so he reached out and lifted her onto the haystack. Mo Shuwan cried out in pain, clutching her waist. Her already pale face seemed to turn even paler. Wen Zuo was startled and froze, supporting Mo Shuwan without daring to move.
After recovering, Mo Shuwan noticed Wen Zuo's stiffness. After realizing what was happening, she carefully changed to a position that didn't put pressure on her back and explained, "It's my back that's not good. It's not your fault. Don't worry."
—What happened to your back? Did you injure it? When did you injure it?
Even though Wen Zuo couldn't speak, Mo Shuwan could read the anxiety and worry in his expression, and her voice softened unconsciously, "Thank you, it's nothing serious, it's just that I haven't done such strenuous exercise in a long time, and my back can't take it."
Wen Zuo's gaze then fell on the small section of her waist that was exposed, and he lowered his head to type with a heavy expression.
—Can I massage it for you?
Mo Shuwan was both amused and exasperated. "Why do you make it sound like you're begging me when you're the one asking? It's clearly you who's going to help me."
Mo Shuwan's back was really in excruciating pain. Wen Zuo kindly offered to massage it for her, and she didn't hesitate. She thanked him several times and obediently lay down. Her T-shirt rode up with her movements, revealing a section of her sickly white waist.
Wen Zuo immediately reached out and pulled her T-shirt down to make sure it completely covered her waist before he started working on her.
Wen's left hand wasn't pressing very hard, but Mo Shuwan still felt like crying from the pain. She loosened her grip on her lower lip and asked tremblingly, "Don't you think this safe zone is a little abnormal?"
Knowing that Wen Zuo couldn't speak, Mo Shuwan didn't wait and directly expressed her observations, "They're too enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that they don't seem like people who have lived in this world. Put yourself in their shoes. If I were a native of this world, and I encountered a group of people of unknown origin who knew nothing, I might warn them about the dangers after the Blood Moon appears, but that would be all... Hmm!"
Wen Zuo's eyes darkened slightly as he recalled hearing people in the safe zone say that they had had a good harvest, and his brows furrowed deeply.
Wen Zuo's grip did not lessen despite Mo Shuwan's cries of pain, so when Mo Shuwan spoke again, her voice trembled even more violently, "But along the way, they not only carried two completely immobile people back, but also took the initiative to share the pressure of killing zombies. If they hadn't been killing zombies in front of us, not many passengers would have made it to the safe zone alive."
Mo Shuwan's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain. She buried her face in her arm, gritted her teeth, and endured the excruciating pain. She asked in a puzzled voice, "So, why would they risk their lives to do things that bring them no benefit? Just because they are kind?"
Mo Shuwan recalled the scene on the highway where she had asked what would happen if she hadn't noticed them, and the other person's silent smile. She silently denied in her heart that it was definitely not out of kindness.
Wen Zuo lowered his eyes, focusing on relieving Mo Shuwan's back pain, and didn't seem to intend to discuss this topic with her.
After waiting a while without hearing from Wen Zuo, Mo Shuwan turned to look at him. Seeing that his expression was still normal, she narrowed her eyes and suddenly asked, "Did you discover something?"
Sure enough, Wen's left hand stopped moving.
Mo Shuwan thought about all the thoughtful things Wen Zuo had done along the way and asked softly, "Afraid of scaring me?"
Wen Zuo finally turned his head and met Mo Shuwan's gaze. From her eyes, Wen Zuo could see the hidden fear and her determination to know the truth. While she was hesitating, she heard her say, "This is my second mission after I got on the bus. Even if I survive this time under your protection, what about next time? If I don't work hard to grow stronger, I will die somewhere you can't see. Thank you for your kindness, I am really grateful to you, but now, I really want to know what you have discovered."
These words struck a nerve with Wen Zuo. He gave Mo Shuwan a deep look, then picked up his phone and started typing.
—Their exact words: I was a little worried when I saw the blood moon, but the harvest turned out to be quite good.
When Wen Zuo showed his phone to Mo Shuwan, he kept his eyes fixed on her. When he noticed that her pupils were wide and she looked incredulous, he knew that she had also thought of it.
—I won't let them hurt you.
"I...I need to calm down." Mo Shuwan's voice trembled into a wave-like pattern. She leaned back, closing her eyes to hide the disbelief and fear in them.
What else could they have gained...? Only a group of passengers, and a group of... reserve food supplies...
All the previous doubts now make perfect sense with this result. No wonder, no wonder the other party wanted to protect them, no wonder they carried the incapacitated passenger in such a critical situation... This safe zone treats people like food!?
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