I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 56, Section 1.4: The Fog Tracking Battle

"You're all here." Mu Yin carried Dao Lin to the front of the relief house and saw the other eight people there.

"We're an excellent team, how could anyone be eliminated on the first day?" Jing Yan's tone was full of pride and self-satisfaction, and the others around him nodded in agreement.

"So, what about Daolin?" Xiaomar frowned as he looked at Mu Yin and asked.

"I'll carry him on my back." Mu Yin turned around and revealed Dao Lin, who was sleeping soundly.

Everyone: "..."

"Why are you all here?" Mu Yin had returned to the relief house after hearing Dao Lin's words. How come these people were all so in sync?

"Didn't you come to us saying you were going to gather at the relief house?" Jing Yan asked, and he was stunned when he said it. Could it be that they had all been deceived?
"Watch out behind you!" Shomar said anxiously.

Mu Yin crouched down to avoid direct contact, while Dao Lin firmly grasped Jian Jia's wrist. His icy blue eyes, though drowsy, revealed a confident smile. "I've run into you."

[Ding! Hidden rule triggered! Encountering a ghost has ended the game prematurely! Players must return to the relief house within thirty minutes!]

Dao Lin took out his gold pocket watch and glanced at it, his expression showing a hint of understanding.

The group opened the door and returned to the relief house, looking puzzled. However, seeing how sleepy Dao Lin looked, they could only obediently shut their mouths and wait for him to wake up.

Mu Yin tossed Dao Lin onto the sofa, then sat down beside him, gently twirling a flower that had not yet bloomed.

Time passed minute by minute.

The heavy chimes rang out again.

Dao Lin slowly opened his clear, ice-blue eyes, sat up, and lazily stretched.

"How's the search for supplies going, Shomar?" Daolin glanced at Shomar with his icy blue eyes, making no mention of what had just happened, and simply asked casually.

“We have everything ready except for the guns.” Shomar and the three people behind him put their backpacks on the ground, opened them, and emptied out various compressed foods and daily necessities such as paper and pens.

"Let's begin." Dao Lin stepped forward and spread a huge sheet of white paper on the table, picking up a pen with his left hand to signal Jing Yan to begin his report.

Mu Yin looked at these people with a puzzled expression, wondering what they were up to.

“Drawing a map, huh?” Shomar chuckled at Mu Yin and sat down beside him.

"Is it accurate?" Mu Yin had never seen a hand-drawn map before, but this kind of thing was the one that could not tolerate the slightest error.

“If it were anyone else, I would also have doubts. But that person is Dao Lin…” Xiao Mar sighed softly, “No matter how bad our relationship is usually, we all undoubtedly trust him. Because he is the soul of our team, he is the one who has brought us together. Everyone here has their own pride, but we are willing to bow our heads in front of him, because it is Dao Lin that we are willing to trust him.”

Mu Yin was slightly taken aback; he still didn't understand why. However, Dao Lin, who was so lucky yet still chose to give up the supplies he had obtained and trust his teammates, didn't seem so hard to understand.

Because he gave his teammates absolute trust, he earned their absolute trust in return. Mu Yin, who had always preferred solitude, wanted to try this kind of trust for the first time. His dark golden vertical pupils quietly watched the boy who was attentively listening to Jing Yan and then drawing a map on the paper. Suddenly, he pursed his lips. Forget it, this guy has his own companions. How could he abandon them and go with him?

"Your name is... Xiao... Xiao Naier?" Mu Yin turned to look at Xiao Ma'er beside him, trying hard to remember the person's name, and asked.

"It's Shomar!!! Remember this!" Shomar roared.

"Oh, oh, Xiaomar Xiaomar, I've got it." Mu Yin nodded, saying that but he hadn't really remembered it at all; it was just a perfunctory response.

"Daolin told me that his pseudonym is Daolin." He asked, suddenly recalling his previous conversation with Daolin.

"You mean this? I don't know about this either. When they told us to protect Daolin, they only said he was a white-haired, blue-eyed doctor, but when we met him, all we saw was a boy who had lost all his memories. However, even though this boy had amnesia, he was so smart that we were helpless." Xiaomar shrugged helplessly. Some people are just born smart, and it has nothing to do with losing their memories.

“Indeed, losing one’s memory doesn’t mean becoming mentally disabled; a smart person remains smart.” Mu Yin wholeheartedly agreed with this point, but he felt that his memory must have been tampered with, otherwise how could it be that he gradually forgot instead of forgetting everything all at once?

"Did you encounter any ghosts today?" Mu Yin asked casually, the flower bud he was gently twirling between his fingers.

“No, it’s probably because we hid it very well,” Shomar replied after thinking carefully. “Ah, Daolin called me over, so let’s stop here for now.”

Xiao Mar stood up and walked towards Daolin. Mu Yin glanced at the boy, who drew two lines in the air with his pen. Mu Yin raised an eyebrow and looked down with interest at the exceptionally bright red flower that had already bloomed on his fingertip.
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[103] Flower of Vows
Grade: B
Description: A sacred flower blooming on the most treacherous cliff.

How to use: Hold the flower bud and rotate it once, then ask the question. If the answer is a lie, a red flower will bloom; if the answer is the truth, the flower will not bloom.

Cooldown time: 1/1
Commentary: Who is deceiving whom when a blooming flower of vows is given to a lover?
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So he's the real villain; he's always the one playing the bad cop. Mu Yin pursed his thin lips, his pale fingertips plucking a bright red petal.

One petal...

Two petals...

It was tossed into the air and then wobbled as it landed on the ground.

With a snap of his fingers, Mu Yin vanished without a trace, leaving behind a carpet of petals like crimson tears, filled with sorrow and despair.

"You'll have to sweep the floor yourself later." Dao Lin looked down at the petal corpses on the ground, his lips twitching slightly. What grudge did this guy have against that flower to want to destroy it like this?

"Finished with work?" Mu Yin lifted his eyelids and asked weakly.

"Yes, the surrounding map has been completed, about one-sixth of it. We've discovered three more relief huts, two of which are in the Gobi Desert, but the other is in ruins." Daolin held a cup of hot cocoa, blew on it, and said slowly.

"Your target should be the relief hut in the ruins, right?" Mu Yin said, lying on the sofa, his dark golden vertical pupils staring quietly at the dim oil lamp on the ceiling.

Dao Lin exclaimed in surprise, "Hmm, I didn't expect you to be so clever when you're using your brain."

Mu Yin sat up abruptly, turned to look at him, and said with a complicated expression, "I'm not stupid!"

(End of this chapter)