Don't Wear the Red String!

Aunt Wang's facial muscles were maintained at a seemingly kind level, but they hadn't moved for a long time, and her eyes hadn't blinked for ages.

Looking at it for too long created a sort of uncanny valley effect.

She asked the startled long-haired woman with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Did you not rest well yesterday?"

Seeing the long-haired woman shake her head desperately, Aunt Wang finally turned her head and scanned everyone present.

"Today is a joyous day for our village. Those participating in the wedding ceremony, follow me. Remember to wear the Red String."

Not all examinees received the task of attending the wedding banquet; some received other tasks, so the examinees split into two groups, one following Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang led the way at the front, while Bo Shuo slowly followed at the end of the group, using this time to observe the surrounding environment of Xizhou.

The entire village was built strangely, with many twists and turns, and occasional dead ends.

If someone hadn't led the way, it would be easy to get lost here.

Meanwhile, the intermittent sobs of a woman could be heard from not far away.

Bo Shuo took two steps forward, his brow furrowing imperceptibly, and his gaze fixed on the direction of the sound.

He saw a disheveled woman, her hair like withered grass, chained beneath a thick tree trunk. Behind her, she was desperately protecting a little girl.

The girl was as thin as a bag of bones, her round eyes welling up with tears, like a startled bird.

Despite the cold winter and the falling snow, they were clad in thin clothes, merely a layer of rags, shivering from the cold.

"Damn it, you useless brat, you dare to eat the steamed buns I put in the stove? I'll kill you."

The burly man next to them spat fiercely, then roughly grabbed the thin girl beside him, and began to slap, kick, and punch her with his fan-like palm.

Most people present didn't react emotionally to this; even if they felt pity, they wouldn't rashly step forward.

For these examinees, this was already a commonplace occurrence.

The life of an NPC wasn't important; if they died, they died. Rashly intervening might trigger some death point, and there would be nowhere to cry.

Just as everyone was ignoring the scene and preparing to move forward, Bo Shuo, who had been standing at the very end of the group, suddenly made a move.

A silver-white blade cut through the frost and snow, landing on the man's foot just as he was about to stomp on the girl's abdomen.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The man let out a heart-wrenching scream. His only remaining foot lost its balance and fell into the nearby snowdrift.

Aunt Wang, walking at the front, heard the commotion. Her inorganic eyes scanned the surroundings before slowly turning around and asking, "What happened?"

Silence.

Bo Shuo's scalpel spun back into his palm after being thrown, and was neatly put away as he flipped it.

Blood slowly seeped into the fluffy, soft snow, diluting into faint pink streaks that seemed unremarkable.

The man who had fallen into the snowdrift couldn't get up for a long time. In the end, the scene comically left only two shivering women.

A flicker of confusion crossed Aunt Wang's eyes, as if she didn't understand who had made the scream. She turned around again and continued walking forward, urging, "Everyone keep up, the mountain path is a bit winding."

This voice sent a shiver down the spines of the other examinees, their gazes involuntarily fixed on the young man walking at the end of the group.

This big shot had made his move without any regard for them.

At the same time, another question quietly began to surface in their minds.

Why did the big shot help this girl?

In their impression, this person wasn't usually so kind.

There must be some clue they hadn't discovered.

With this thought, many examinees' gazes began to focus on the little girl, from head to toe, from the tips of her hair to her torn pant leg, not missing a single detail.

Finally, they discovered something different.

The girl also had a Red String on her wrist.

A Red String identical to theirs.

007 jumped in the air and asked in confusion, "Host, why did you intervene?"

Bo Shuo stepped onto the soft snow, looked at the girl he had just saved not far away, and remained silent for a moment.

"I don't know."

In fact, Bo Shuo's logic was simple: as long as his own safety was guaranteed, if he couldn't stand something, he would act directly.

"Mr. Bo, your observation skills are truly meticulous."

What? What clue?

Bo Shuo tilted his head in confusion.

He saw Sang Yu's ahoge wiggle slightly on her head. She opened her eyes slightly and said in a voice that, despite its lack of facial expression, was filled with emotion, "Such a subtle detail, Mr. Bo, you were able to notice it instantly."

Not just Sang Yu; Bo Shuo scanned his surroundings and saw similar looks of admiration.

Mr. Bo himself, however, felt his mind short-circuiting.

Wait, what clue had he actually discovered?

Soon, 007 provided the answer, "Look at the Red String on the little girl's wrist."

He had already moved a short distance away with Aunt Wang, but his enhanced vision could still clearly see the scarlet rope on the little girl's wrist.

Bo Shuo fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his own, comparing them. He found they were exactly the same, with no difference in color.