"Who?" Youmi's heart filled with curiosity, but she quickly followed.
Gu Chenhui smiled with interest, following leisurely behind Youmi.
Gong Liang also made a decision without much hesitation, a choice that might not seem wise to others.
The remaining Mo Xiao, Hao Yu, Lu Bin, and Gao Zhenli exchanged glances. Lu Bin asked with a hint of confusion, "Although the sound of the water gun came from that direction, the fire is also fiercest there. So... is this hope, or a dangerous temptation?"
The intense heat of the fire made it difficult to breathe. The exposed skin had already begun to send pain signals to the brain.
Mo Xiao frowned. The fire was too large to see anything beyond the flames. After a moment of thought, he said in a deep voice, "We're going too. Waiting here will only bring us closer to death."
With that, Mo Xiao led the way.
The other three no longer hesitated and quickly followed.
Facing the raging inferno, Chi Hao and the others were powerless and could only wait, waiting for that glimmer of hope.
"Is there really no other way?" Youmi felt her vision blurring. She saw that everyone had some degree of burns on their faces and hands. More seriously, as they spent more time in the sea of fire, everyone inevitably inhaled a large amount of smoke and ash. Ke Wuwen, being held by Chi Hao, had already fainted.
"Cough, cough, if this continues, it won't do, will it?" Gao Zhenli covered her mouth and nose with the sleeve Hao Yu had dampened for her. "It feels like we're just waiting to die."
"They're here," Gu Chenhui's voice was hoarse, but he forced himself to shout at everyone, "Aim for your chance, and charge through."
The others understood, their hearts filled with anticipation. The sound of water was getting closer, and a point in the fiery expanse before them was visibly shrinking. That sliver of hope finally appeared, even if it was just a small breakthrough.
"He's here!" Gu Chenhui exclaimed with all his might. "Let's go quickly!"
As Gu Chenhui finished speaking, everyone charged towards the sea of fire together. There was no hesitation, nor could they afford to hesitate. Even as the flames licked their bodies, their feet could not stop for a moment.
Chi Hao shielded Ke Wuwen in his arms, personally taking on the brunt of the flames scorching towards him. He didn't know why he was doing this, as he was certainly not someone who would sacrifice himself for others.
Finally, they burst out of the sea of fire. The person shouldering the water gun, after seeing everyone emerge, could no longer hold on. He released the water gun he had been tightly gripping and slowly collapsed.
The surroundings changed instantly, returning to the vast, snowy mountains, shifting from extreme heat back to extreme cold.
Youmi found that her burns had miraculously healed upon returning to the snow mountain. She assumed everyone else was the same, but when she looked at them, she saw that their burns had not only not healed but were far more severe than she had imagined.
"How can this be?" Youmi's voice returned to normal.
Gong Liang, enduring the pain, answered, "They weren't this bad before. After returning to the snow mountain, they worsened."
"Youmi," Gu Chenhui called her, pointing behind her, "the medical kit."
Youmi turned to look. Behind her appeared two large medical kits, not the collapsible ones Jing Minghe had given her before.
Filled with questions, but with no time to ask, Youmi quickly ran over and opened the medical kits. She had to treat everyone's burns as quickly as possible.
While tending to their injuries, Youmi discovered that their wounds were rapidly deteriorating. Even Chi Hao looked visibly weak.
"How can this be?"
Faced with this situation, Youmi had to accelerate her actions. One by one, the later cases were even more difficult to treat. Despite being in an extremely cold environment, sweat dripped from Youmi's forehead. The sweat blurred her vision, but she had no time to wipe it away. This time, her hands truly held the lives of her teammates.
Fortunately, Ke Wuwen was well protected by Chi Hao, reducing the number of people she needed to treat, allowing her to successfully treat everyone before the last person's condition worsened to a critical point.
Youmi collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. Her hands trembled uncontrollably. Looking at her injured teammates and recalling the treatment process, she realized how close she had come. Just a little bit more, and one person would have lost their life due to her insufficient speed.
"Tong Ge!" Ke Wuwen shouted, waking from his stupor. He looked at the others around him in a daze. The instant the cold reached his brain, he suddenly stood up. "What's going on? Why are you all..."
As he spoke, his gaze swept past a person lying on the ground not far from them, dressed in a firefighter's uniform. Instinctively, he recognized the person.
"Tong Ge?" Ke Wuwen scrambled towards him. "Tong Ge! You, you're not dead, tell me you're not dead."
Hearing Ke Wuwen's voice, Tong Zheng struggled to sit up, took off his helmet, and his gaze swept over everyone, finally resting on Ke Wuwen who was running towards him. He managed to speak, "Don't worry, I'm still alive."
Ke Wuwen reached Tong Zheng's side, hugged him, and cried, "Tong Ge, you scared me to death, I thought you were dead. What's going on!"
Because of the burns from the previous fire, although he had been protected by Chi Hao and didn't suffer burns, Ke Wuwen had inhaled a lot of smoke, making his voice extremely hoarse.
"I don't know either," Tong Zheng explained. "After I was hit by that bullet, I seemed to have been briefly unconscious. When I woke up, I was in the state of extinguishing the fire with a water gun. I didn't know who was behind the fire, thinking it was a dungeon arrangement, so I followed suit. In the end, I heard your voice and realized you were trapped inside."
With that, Tong Zheng gestured for Ke Wuwen to help him up.
They walked towards the others with difficulty, step by step. During this time, Tong Zheng noticed that the snow, which should have been pure white, seemed to be stained with a reddish hue.
"Everyone listen to me, I think this dungeon is..."
Before Tong Zheng could finish speaking, the environment changed again. Everyone fell into a brief period of unconsciousness. When their senses returned, they found themselves fixed between two upright desks. The tabletops faced them, and they were covered with utility knives with their casings removed.
The only one different from them was Ke Wuwen.
Ke Wuwen stood on the podium, holding a piece of chalk, and stared blankly at the others below.
"Tong Ge?" Ke Wuwen sounded on the verge of tears. "My feet, I can't move them."
Ke Wuwen's feet were immobile, but Tong Zheng and the others, except for their mouths, could not move their entire bodies.
"Don't worry," Tong Zheng comforted Ke Wuwen, then asked him, "Besides us, what else is in front of you?"
Ke Wuwen's gaze moved upwards and he replied to Tong Zheng, "On the blackboard behind, there are, there are nine questions, each followed by a name. It's, it's your names." He then lowered his gaze. "On this podium, there's a small blackboard with the character 'Answer' written on it."