Regular exercise is beneficial for the body.

If the two of them had not been moving much before falling down the pit, they would definitely have plummeted all the way to the bottom due to the dulling of their bodies, resulting in both bodies being snagged by the numerous sharp spikes at the bottom of the pit.

But the two of them did not fall all the way through, instead they extended their hands and legs, maintaining a "big" shape to temporarily get stuck between the bottom of the pit and the drop-off.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole stared at the long spikes below and suddenly could empathize with wild animals falling into hunter traps, struggling on the edge between life and death.

Things are unpredictable, and Wang Xiaole could never have imagined before that one day he would face a similar situation to those wild animals.

Mewo White's position was very close to the sharp objects that could pierce her body, making her extremely attentive to the changes below.

After observing for a few seconds, following Mewo's lead, she tugged on "Big Brother's" sleeve to redirect his attention to herself.

"......"

Mewo White raised a hand, pointing upward with her index finger, helping Wang Xiaole understand the current situation:

"The spikes are rising up?"

"......(nod)."

Click, click, click, click, click, click.

Just as Wang Xiaole grasped the situation, a sound of gears grinding came from the hole.

Soon after, the densely packed spikes, so tightly packed that there were no gaps, began to rise slowly but visibly to the naked eye.

"Although I may not need to say it explicitly, just to be safe... Mewo White, we need to climb up!"

Mewo White nodded again, reaching her previously freed right hand upwards, lifting her body a bit.

Now, the two had to perform actions similar to climbing while mountaineering.

Unfortunately, Mewo White didn't get the chance to climb up. Even before she could extend her other hand, a sudden change occurred.

Plop, plop, plop.

A portion of the wall in the pit unexpectedly softened without warning, like sticky pudding, suddenly engulfing Mewo White's left hand.

From a parallel angle, it could be seen that Mewo White's left hand was stuck in the wall;

the soft part hardened again, completely immobilizing Mewo White's hand.

Seeing Mewo White not moving, Wang Xiaole quickly realized her current predicament;

meanwhile, the tiles at the top of the pit were slowly closing inwards, soon completely blocking the entrance.

Time was running out, they needed to act quickly.

Wang Xiaole Song opened his right hand, slowing the force he was exerting on the edge of the pit wall, allowing himself to slide down half a meter, reaching a position shoulder to shoulder with Mewo White.

He threw the sword in his right hand upwards, tensed his right fist, aimed near Mewo White's left hand at the wall.

Directly using the sword to cut would not work;

considering the wall could soften again at any time, using his fist to smash it seemed relatively safer.

At this moment, the long sword had reached its highest point and was about to begin its descent.

He listened to the changing sound of the sword and fiercely slammed his right fist down.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The right fist collided with a hard surface, smashing down four times in a row, shaking off quite a bit of rubble and making the fist bloody and blurred.

Tick-tock.

Amid the pierced flesh, crimson blood flowed out, dripping down Wang Xiaole’s arm; as the first few drops of blood fell, the following drops clung to the fair skin, showing signs of dripping.

The long sword lowered to Wang Xiaole's head, allowing him to recklessly pound out a fifth fist later.

Boom!

The wall that bound Mewo White's left hand was finally blasted open, revealing a gap that her small hand could pull out of.

Seizing the opportunity, Mewo White pulled out her left hand, staring at the “big brother”'s arm that had turned bloody, quickly taking a glance, then continued climbing in silence.

Crack!

In the instant Wang Xiaole reached out to grab the sword, his hand and the sword quickly climbed up, and as he raised his head to glance towards the entrance, he realized that the closing tiles would not leave enough time for himself and Mewo White to pass through one after the other.

Considering the narrowness of the entrance, he made a decision.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole was just a little distance away from escaping. He didn't go straight out, but as he raised Mewo White's left hand with his right hand, he suddenly exerted force with his right arm, flinging the little girl upwards.

Swish, bounce.

Hearing this sound, he knew that Mewo White was saved, but before he could take a look at her escape, everything turned pitch black before his eyes.

The tiles closed completely, blocking the only escape route.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

Mewo White, who had escaped, was now pounding the floor in hopes of getting a response from the “big brother”; she did receive a response, but it was from the “big sister” instead:

“If madam wants to save master, then quickly run to the exit position of this level, where there is a mechanism to unlock it.”

Mewo White heard the hint from Myne but did not stop knocking on the floor until the next second.

“Mewo White, believe in Myne this time. When you reach the exit of the level, we will meet again!”

Wang Xiaole chose to believe, partly due to his previous losses but mainly because he had no other choice. Even if Mewo White kept knocking on the floor, and recited “Open sesame” a few times, miracles would not happen.

If he didn’t heed Myne’s advice, there was no way he could escape; so in this situation, why not trust the sincerity between people and bet on that slim possibility?

Besides, wasn't there Mewo White?

Just as Mewo White had unconditionally trusted him, he was also able to completely trust the other person without holding back at this critical moment where lives were at stake.

Run, little girl!

The exit of the hall was still nowhere in sight; the walls on both sides continued to press inward, gradually squeezing closer, the rows of blades becoming hungry and impatient, eager to reap lives.

After moving a short distance ahead of Mewo White, the Forest White Arrow, as the first attack, had already shot towards her.

As Mewo White jumped to evade it, several hidden weapons emerged from both ends of the corridor she had just passed through, shooting out from the darkness.

The mechanical traps were all meticulously calculated.

Despite being in a desperate situation, Mewo White remained exceptionally calm, both in mind and spirit.

She knew:

The initial arrow was just meant to divert her attention, shooting before she could get close;

The subsequent round of attacks coming from behind rather than in front was meant to catch her off guard.

The initial design inspiration for the mechanisms was:

If the target could be taken down with just arrows, that would be the best scenario;

If not, a sudden attack from multiple hidden weapons flying from blind spots could also serve its purpose.

Facing an onslaught capable of killing someone several times over, Mewo White still managed to dodge it, relying on her hearing rather than sight.

In the moment of life and death, her body moved instinctively, jumping towards one side of the wall filled with sharp spikes.

She changed direction abruptly in mid-air before being impaled;

Extending her left foot, she quickly pushed off the sharp, smooth surface, adjusting her body in the air;

This action enabled her to evade the trajectory of the incoming weapons;

However, it was only enough to avoid attacks from one side;

Weapons coming from the opposite direction would pose a significant threat to her.

At this moment, Mewo White could not replicate her previous actions to dodge the subsequent threat using the same move;

However, there was actually no need to dodge it.

Although limited and stripped of her strength to face danger and defensive capabilities, Mewo White still held an unshakable advantage.

That advantage was speed!

She didn't need to actively dodge the attacks, just accelerating momentarily while suspended in mid-air, showcasing even faster movement than before.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.

The individual whizzing sounds combined to form a continuous string as several weapons tore through Mewo White's clothes but were flung behind her before inflicting further harm.

At that moment, Mewo White's speed had truly reached her personal limit;

The reason why she didn't accelerate from the start was because this state lasted only a short while, reverting to normal speed after about ten seconds and couldn't be used a second time within a short period.

In other words, she had just used up the only means of saving her life in the previous moment.

Subsequently, when Mewo White encountered danger again, she could only find other ways to overcome it.

Hidden within the hall were not just the most basic traps;

Inside the walls on both sides were devices with transformation elements;

Once someone approached these devices, flames would immediately spout from the holes in the walls;

The two fire serpents that rose up burned down the only path ahead, obstructing it with intense heat;

Since Mewo White couldn't accelerate like the last time, she had to resort to rolling herself into a ball and wriggling through the flames to pass beneath them.

Luckily, she reacted quickly enough, otherwise a few more seconds of delay and flames would have spewed down from the ceiling of the hall. With the help of perspective magic, Mei Yin could clearly see Mewo White's appearance as she threw everything into the challenge, separated by a wall.

Some things couldn't be said face to face by Mei Yin. She could only confirm in her heart: "Madame is still the same as she was back then, just like she was over six hundred years ago." The similarity here had nothing to do with appearance, purely referring to unchanged aspects of character.

Mei Yin, looking at Mewo White's current momentum, thought maybe she could really pass the remaining two tests and finally get the chance to make a wish to herself. When that moment comes, Mei Yin will have to consider one thing: Should she treat her past with Wang Xiaole as a gift and tell it truthfully? It was a story from the past life of the two of them, and from the perspective of understanding their relationship, Mei Yin felt that Mewo White might still need to hear it.