Yangzi couldn’t hold back: “Why don’t we ask Lu Yuwen — he’s been outside all night; maybe he saw something or heard something!”

Xiao Ge glanced toward Lu Yuwen, his frown deepening.

“I told you over and over — don’t go overboard with him! Save it for after we get out of the labyrinth! You’ve half-killed him already — do you really expect him to have noticed anything?!”

“True, tied up like that all night — who knows if he’ll even be able to walk tomorrow,” Zhang Ke remarked coolly. “If he really can’t walk, are we going to have to figure out how to carry him?”

Xiao Ge grew even more irritated at that, and snapped: “Yangzi — go untie him!”

Yangzi wasn’t happy about it. He had no tolerance for the way Lu Yuwen used his intelligence to look down on them — but considering that there was someone on watch tonight and Lu Yuwen probably couldn’t escape anyway, he relented, walked over, and untied the man.

Lu Yuwen sagged against the tree trunk and slid down to sit on the ground, body listing to one side — the picture of complete exhaustion.

Though the ropes binding him to the tree were loosened, the ones around his wrists remained.

The other end of the rope was fastened to the tent, so that any tug on it would immediately alert them.

For the rest of that night, the three of them took turns keeping watch.

Su Man found no opportunity to rescue Lu Yuwen.

And no opportunity to speak with him.

When morning came in the blink of an eye, Su Man watched the three men packing up the tents, preparing to set off again, and fell into deep uncertainty — what could she do to pull Lu Yuwen out of this living nightmare?

With no good plan, she had no choice but to keep following them.

And not long after they set off, the motorcycle ran out of fuel.

The group grumbled and cursed, assuming it was the handiwork of whoever had stolen the map the night before — it never occurred to them to suspect Lu Yuwen.

Walking on foot for three more squares, they were exhausted enough to stop.

Without the motorcycle, trying to complete the labyrinth on two legs alone was simply too hard.

Lu Yuwen was essentially being dragged along as they went, his knees burning like fire below, his legs feeling as though they had given out entirely.

The people dragging him weren’t faring much better — Zhang Ke, Yangzi, and Xiao Ge were all drenched in sweat from head to toe — but they were young and fit, their stamina far surpassing that of his crippled form.

Lu Yuwen cast an uneasy glance behind him.

At this pace and intensity of movement, surely no woman could keep up.

But then again, if she couldn’t keep up, so be it — better she stay far away from these people and keep herself safe. Otherwise, one woman tangled up in all this would only make escape even more complicated.

The moment that thought surfaced, a flash of red fabric appeared at the corner of the intersection ahead — and then was gone.

Su Man was not only keeping up right behind them — her movements were nimble and swift, without a single sign of fatigue.

Lu Yuwen: “…”

Just where had this woman come from?! She had to be some kind of monster???

“What are you staring at! If you’ve got any energy left, keep moving!” Yangzi snapped from up ahead. “No map, so you’re redrawing the whole thing from scratch! Make it quick!”

Lu Yuwen pulled his gaze back and trudged on with his head down…

…

The environment inside the labyrinth was exactly as Lu Yuwen had described — one enormous square block after another.

Without measuring tools, it was hard to gauge their exact size, but estimating by feel, the length and width of each was roughly two kilometers.

For instance, the current two-kilometer stretch was a highway. Come the next two-kilometer stretch, it might suddenly become open farmland or a hillside — or the difference might be smaller, just another city block.

Like a city that had been cut into 100 pieces, scrambled apart, and then rearranged in a different order.

And what they had to do wasn’t merely walk through each two-kilometer stretch — they also needed to map out the layout of each block, searching for patterns and clues.

Lu Yuwen was exhausted beyond measure, but he dared not skimp on the mapmaking — his own escape depended on it.

He was carefully charting the surrounding street layout when Yangzi suddenly yanked him to his feet, sending the papers and pen in Lu Yuwen’s hand scattering to the ground —

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