The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 13 Uninvited Guest

When he carried the firewood out of the car, Yan Shaohui found that his whole body was burning hot.

Yan Shaohui panicked and quickly carried the firewood back to the old house and put it in his bedroom.

"Why do you have a fever?" Yan Shaohui's expression was very heavy. Then he carefully took off Mu Xin's shirt, revealing his naked upper body.

Only then did Yan Shaohui discover that Mu Xin's lean and graceful body was covered with scars of varying depths and sizes, and it seemed that they were all accidentally scratched when he was using the sword.

Some of the scars are deep and some are shallow, and many of them are left from the past, so they have basically recovered.

But even so, we can see how hard Mu Xin worked to practice swordsmanship and martial arts.

Yan Shaohui also understood how much this young man, who had always appeared calm, had endured alone after the end of the world without saying a word.

Firewood in this state has a unique beauty, like the scratches on precious porcelain that have been weathered by wind and frost. The scars do not obscure its beauty, but instead highlight it even more.

"Idiot." Why don't you take care of yourself?

Yan Shaohui stroked the scar on Mu Xin's body with heartache and murmured.

The wounds originally scratched by the zombies no longer bleed, but the bloodstains are still scary. The blue-black color has not spread to other places, which is very lucky for Mu Xin himself.

Yan Shaohui touched Mu Xin's forehead, which was still very hot. Yan Shaohui didn't know what to do, so he could only find some ice water to wipe Mu Xin's body again and again, trying to cool it down.

Yan Shaohui was not in the mood to eat at noon, but he didn't want to fall ill, otherwise no one would take care of Mu Xin. So he had to find a loaf of bread and some unexpired yogurt from the refrigerator to fill his empty stomach, and then continued to take care of Mu Xin who was still in a coma.

The high fever did not get better, and Mu Xin did not wake up.

Yan Shaohui could only comfort himself that no bad news was the best news.

In this way, Yan Shaohui took care of Mu Xin day and night, and only managed to take a short nap the next day. Even if he slept, he only dared to take a light nap.

He was afraid that when he woke up, Mu Xin would have turned into a zombie or a cold corpse.

No matter which one it was, it was what he least wanted to see.

Three days passed like this. Except for eating and going to the bathroom, Yan Shaohui basically stayed in Mu Xin's bedroom, accompanying Mu Xin who was in a coma and had a high fever.

"When are you willing to wake up?" Yan Shaohui wiped Mu Xin's face with a wet towel. His handsome face was still abnormally flushed, and his expression was comfortable and relaxed, as if he was just sleeping.

Yan Shaohui sighed, then picked up the towel and went to the bathroom.

As soon as Yan Shaohui left, the jade necklace that Mu Xin had been wearing emitted a very strange black light. In just a moment, it disappeared.

When Yan Shaohui came out of the bathroom, he heard the door on the first floor ring.

He frowned, gathered a ball of electricity in his hand, and then went downstairs carefully.

"There shouldn't be anyone here. You can just rest here with peace of mind." Just as Yan Shaohui was going downstairs, the door of the old house was opened a crack by an outsider from the outside.

"Xi Che, are you sure Mu Xin is not here? I clearly saw a car parked next to him." As soon as the man finished speaking, another voice rang out.

Judging from the voices, both of them were male, not zombies. Yan Shaohui put away the lightning ball in his hand, and then looked at the half-open door of the old house with vigilance.

"It is very likely that he left it behind, Xiao Shuo, don't be so suspicious." The man named Xi Che spoke and replied.

Then a rough voice sounded, with a flattering tone and a hint of comedy.

"Master Xiahou, please stop worrying! As far as I know, this City A is already a ruined city abandoned by humans. There are no humans left except zombies everywhere. If the firewood was not eaten by the zombies, they must have escaped long ago."

"What Wang Jia said is quite right." Ming Xiche's tone was very matter-of-fact, and he actually agreed with the words of the man who had been his younger brother since the end of the world.

After listening to their conversation, Yan Shaohui raised his eyebrows with an ambiguous expression and sneered.

It seems that these people know Mu Xin, but their indifferent tone does not make them seem like friends.

The group of people still standing outside the door naturally heard the sneer coming from inside the door. They took out their weapons one after another and looked at the half-open door nervously.

Looking at Xiahou Shuo and other team members cowering behind him, Ming Xiche knew that he was the only one who had to take the lead.

He held a gun seized from somewhere else in one hand and carefully pushed open the door with the other.

Then a group of people saw Yan Shaohui hugging his chest and looking at them indifferently.

"You... who are you! Why are you here!" Wang Jia took a step forward, but still half of his body was hidden behind Ming Xiche. He spoke first, and his appearance of taking advantage of the power of others made Yan Shaohui lose his appetite.

"This is my...friend's house. I'm staying here." Yan Shaohui leaned against the wall, tilted his head and looked at the nervous group of people leisurely. "I should ask you, who are you? What are you doing here?"

Ming Xiche did not answer, but looked Yan Shaohui up and down to confirm the credibility of what he said.

Xiahou Shuo, who was hiding behind Ming Xiche, popped his head out at this time. He took a closer look and his expression immediately changed from nervousness to ecstasy.

"Yan Shaohui! It's you! Why are you here? Aren't you in City B?"

Yan Shaohui glanced at Xiahou Shuo, then raised his eyebrows, "The young master of the Xiahou family?"

Xiahou Shuo walked out from behind Ming Xiche. He looked so disheveled due to his hasty escape that Yan Shaohui almost didn't recognize him. Was this still the Xiahou Shuo whom he had met several times last year?

Xiahou Shuo nodded hurriedly, "Yes, it's me."

Ming Xiche's gentle face was filled with seriousness. He frowned as he watched Yan Shaohui and Xia Houshuo's lukewarm greetings, then asked, "You said you were Mu Xin's friend? Then what about him?"

Yan Shaohui naturally would not ignore Ming Xiche's hostility, but he would not care what these little cats and dogs think of him.

"Of course I have no way of telling you where he is going. But I heard your conversation just now clearly. What is your relationship with Xiao Xin?" Yan Shaohui curled his lips and gave Ming Xiche a provocative smile.

"……friend."

Yan Shaohui nodded with a calm expression, "Is that so..." I would never believe you!

Seeing Yan Shaohui's unwillingness to let anyone in, Xiahou Shuo frowned, "Yan Shaohui, are you not going to let us in?"

Yan Shaohui shrugged his shoulders, looking very rude, "This is not my home. I don't have the power to decide whether you should stay or leave."

What I mean is, it’s not that I don’t want you to enter the house, but I have no choice because the owner is not here.

"I'm a good friend of his, he will agree to let us in." Ming Xiche said and was about to force his way in, but was blocked by the tall Yan Shaohui.

Ming Xiche looked very confident, because he knew Mu Xin. He would be ecstatic to see him and would never reject him.

It has to be said that Ming Xiche guessed Mu Xin's thoughts very well, but how could he know that the soul inside Mu Xin's shell had already experienced a tragic and painful life, and only had disgust and hatred for him, so how could he be ecstatic?

"Then you just wait until he comes back. I won't let you into the house anyway." Yan Shaohui's attitude was firm. He intended to fight Ming Xiche and his group to the end.

Ming Xiche was already unhappy when he saw Yan Shaohui was so stubborn.

He tightened his grip on the gun, then said to Yan Shaohui with a cold face, ignoring Xia Houshuo's attempt to pull his sleeve to stop him from getting angry, "So what do you want? What do you want us to get in?"

"If you want to enter the house, you have to agree to a few of my conditions first." Yan Shaohui said as he glanced at the group of people opposite with disdain in his eyes.

"Don't push your luck!" Wang Jia yelled.

"You are the uninvited guests. You should ask for help with the right attitude, otherwise I can just kick you out." Yan Shaohui raised his eyebrows.

"Everyone is aware of the current situation. As far as I know, City A is already full of zombies. There are very few places to live. If you want to find a safe place to rest, I'm sure this is the only place you can find."

"So, do you want to agree to my conditions?" Yan Shaohui looked directly at Ming Xiche, obviously asking him.

He knew very well that the person with decision-making power among these people was the pretty boy in front of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere became tense.