“Why can’t it be eaten?!” Number 9 questioned Wu Lili righteously. “Number 7, think carefully yourself—can it be eaten?! Are there many flavors?! I don’t believe you’ve never eaten it!”

Wu Lili was completely confused, weakly saying, “…Seems like… seems like it’s not that you can’t eat it…”

Bai Youwei stared incredulously with wide eyes. “You can eat it?! Don’t you find it disgusting?!!”

Wu Lili hesitated: “…It is… pretty disgusting…”

“The problem is it’s not meant to be eaten at all! It’s meant to be used!” Bai Youwei firmly remembered Shen Mo’s “last words”—how large it can become depends on its user. So this word definitely referred to something used!

Number 9 burst out laughing and pointed at Bai Youwei. “See! She exposed herself! Her word is different from ours! It’s clearly something to eat!”

Wu Lili wavered again, looking at Number 9 with suspicion.

Bai Youwei saw an opportunity and immediately struck while the iron was hot, asking Number 9, “You say it can be eaten, fine! Then tell me how to eat it! Who would eat it! Have you eaten it yourself?!”

“What’s wrong with eating it?” Number 9 was very arrogant. “My whole family has eaten it—chewing it, tearing it, pulling it to eat—so what?!”

Bai Youwei raised her hand pointing at him. “Vote for Number 9!”

Wu Lili also raised her hand.

Number 9’s face changed drastically. Before he could curse, he had already disappeared.

The Supervisor had watched enough of the show and clapped its hands lightly. “The ghost chooses to form an alliance with Number 7. All of Number 7’s team members revive.”

—Shen Mo, Zhang Qi, and the earliest eliminated Number 2 woman appeared.

Wu Lili seemed to wake from a dream, looking at Bai Youwei in surprise. “So you were the ghost…”

Bai Youwei didn’t want to deal with her, just felt extremely tired. Just now, shouting back and forth with that Number 9 had exhausted even her throat!

She hadn’t felt it when following Shen Mo before, but this time she fully experienced how terrifying it was to have a pig teammate.

This Wu Lili had actually been about to defect midway!

If she hadn’t been hoarse, turning the tide with force, it would be Wu Lili and Number 9’s 1v1 battlefield now!

With this game’s nature, 1v1 definitely couldn’t vote, so they could only fight! Wu Lili had just been beaten up—could she beat Number 9?

Bai Youwei pulled on Shen Mo’s arm, her forehead against his, exhausted in body and mind as she asked, “What word was on your card exactly? I was almost screwed to death…”

Shen Mo touched her head with some tenderness and said, “It’s not important anymore.”

Bai Youwei sulked for a while, then suddenly smiled lightly. “Ah… why didn’t I think of it just now? So it was that thing.”

Shen Mo looked at her. “What thing?”

Bai Youwei looked up with a helpless smile. “It’s slime.”

Sticky, wet, slippery, soft, extremely elastic, could get big or small. Zhang Qi’s description also fit perfectly—knockoff slime toys were cheap, genuine slime toys were ridiculously expensive.

As for whether supermarkets sold it, she didn’t know.

After all, as a wealthy young miss who never stepped outside the front gate or courtyard gate, she didn’t have many opportunities to visit supermarkets.

“It’s slime, right?” Bai Youwei held Shen Mo’s hand, her smiling eyes curved like crescents, with childlike pride. “Am I amazing? Even with a blank card, I still won.”

Shen Mo’s thin lips curved slightly upward. “Mm, you’re very amazing.”

Her eyes curved even more, like bright crescents.

Shen Mo looked at her, somehow feeling warmth in his heart—a difficult-to-describe sensation, like a hardened heart slowly softening, wrapped in warm currents, feeling gentleness and warmth.

He said nothing, just gently touched her head, then pushed the wheelchair toward the cabin.

There, the true friend’s party awaited them.