The waste is going to strike back

Ming Xiche and his group had two cars, so including Yan Shaohui, a total of six people could still sit down.

After everyone left, Xiahou Shuo, who was left in the old house, had nothing to do. He walked around the old house but didn't find anything valuable.

"Could it be that Mu Xin moved all the things away? Why is the first floor so empty?" Xiahou Shuo curled his lips and muttered to himself.

There are actually quite a few things on the first floor of the old house, but most of them are original solid wood furniture, and the only electrical appliance is a TV.

But in the end times, perhaps the most useless electrical appliance is the television.

As for the other things, they had been moved to the second floor long ago, just in case of a situation like today. If someone came in, as long as they didn't go up to the second floor, they wouldn't be able to find anything on the first floor.

Mu Xin would not let anyone go up to the second floor at will, because all the supplies and ancient books of the Mu family were placed on the second floor by Mu Xin. It would be terrible if they were discovered by someone with ulterior motives.

Xiahou Shuo sat on the sofa, looking left and right.

The house was bare and empty, and there was really nothing interesting to arouse Xia Houshuo's interest. He walked around several times, and finally lay down on the sofa in frustration.

"So boring. I wonder when Xiche and the others will be able to come back with supplies."

Before the end of the world, Xiahou Shuo led a colorful life.

Every day you can go horseback riding, play golf, drink coffee, etc., or learn all kinds of new things from specialized teachers, or go to parties with friends or travel abroad.

But since the zombies appeared, everything has changed. Every day, apart from worrying about hunger and fullness, he has to worry about survival. Every day, life is boring and dull, without any fun. Xiahou Shuo is not used to such a monotonous and dull life.

"But Mu Xin's house is so big, it seems he is quite rich." Xiahou Shuo said as he touched the delicate wood grain on the solid wood sofa.

This sofa is made of fine rosewood. You can faintly smell the fragrance of sandalwood when you sit on it. The grain of the wood is curly yet distinct, and the color is thick and translucent. You can tell at first glance that it is not a vulgar item.

Add to that the exquisite and beautiful carving craftsmanship, this set of sofas must cost at least 70,000 or 80,000 yuan.

What's more, solid wood furniture itself has collection value, and a set of sofas like this one will only increase in value. If it weren't the end of the world, if the sofa was sent to an auction house, it would probably fetch at least 500,000 yuan.

After all, nowadays there are fewer and fewer solid wood furniture made of high-quality sandalwood.

Xiahou Shuo picked up the leftovers from the team members in the morning and put them in a large black plastic bag, ready to be thrown away when they left.

After doing all this, Xiahou Shuo looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

Ten thirty-five, still early.

Xiahou Shuo was walking back and forth at the stairs, with a distressed look on his face, as if he was struggling with something.

"If I go up there, I'll probably be in big trouble if Yan Shaohui finds out when he comes back! But I'm really bored now! I've been to every place in the house except the second floor... and what secrets are there on the second floor? Why doesn't Yan Shaohui let anyone go up there casually? I'm really curious..."

Xiahou Shuo leaned his head and stood on tiptoe to look towards the end of the stairs, as if he could see what good things Yan Shaohui had hidden on the second floor.

I'll just take a look and then come down! Xiahou Shuo said to himself. Then, driven by curiosity, he carefully went up to the second floor.

After going up to the second floor, Xiahou Shuo discovered that there was a kitchen filled with various supplies!

Only then did Xiahou Shuo understand why Yan Shaohui didn't allow them to go upstairs at will. No matter who it was, he wouldn't let anyone else come up, right?

Xiahou Shuo suddenly felt a little regretful about giving Yan Shaohui the canned meat.

Although he felt a little indignant, angry that he had food but didn't tell anyone, and just ate their food without saying a word!

But in order to prevent Yan Shaohui from discovering that he had been upstairs when he came back, he did not dare to touch anything in the kitchen.

But he had already made up his mind that as soon as Ming Xiche and the others came back, he would report to them and tell them everything he saw on the second floor today!

After all, it was Yan Shaohui who was at fault first, refusing to share supplies! Moreover, he even asked for one-third of their supplies, even though he had much more than them!

If you are unkind, you can't blame me for being unjust! Xiahou Shuo thought to himself.

There are not many bedrooms on the second floor, only three, plus a bathroom.

Xiahou Shuo just opened the bedroom doors, took a look and then walked out.

In the end, only the master bedroom at the back was left.

Originally he didn't plan to go in, because this bedroom was most likely where Yan Shaohui lived. If he left traces and Yan Shaohui found out, he would be in big trouble.

But then he thought, since he was already here, it wouldn't be a big deal to go in and take a look. He didn't believe that Yan Shaohui would dare to do anything to him with the Xiahou family behind him.

Opening the door of the master bedroom, Xiahou Shuo found a person sleeping on the bed covered with a green quilt.

Logically speaking, the noise from opening the door was quite loud, so how come this person was sleeping so soundly and was not awakened? !

He approached cautiously step by step, and when he got to the side, he found that the man's face was very familiar.

He squatted down, approached the man, carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes with his eyes, and then began to search his mind for memories of whether he had seen this person before.

Soon, Xiahou Shuo came up with the answer.

"Muxin! How could it be you!?"

Xiahou Shuo remembered that he had seen Mu Xin's photo on Ming Xiche's mobile phone. Although his handsome face was not stunning enough, he was very attractive. His temperament as clear as water made Xiahou Shuo, who had been in a corrupt aristocratic family for a long time, a little jealous.

So he remembered this boy with outstanding temperament and special name.

"So you didn't leave! But stayed upstairs!" Xiahou Shuo exclaimed.

After he finished speaking, he realized that his voice was a little loud. He quickly covered his mouth and looked carefully at Mu Xin who was still sleeping.

"That was close..." Xiahou Shuo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mu Xin was still sleeping.

He stood on tiptoe and looked around Mu Xin's bedroom, but found nothing except two wardrobes, a box, two bedside tables and a desk lamp.

"How come there is nothing? I thought you were quite rich, but I didn't expect you were just an empty shell." Xiahou Shuo curled his lips and muttered to himself in a low voice.

He originally thought that there would be something different in this bedroom, so he went up to the second floor with an adventurous mentality. In the end, he found a well-stocked kitchen and Mu Xin who was still sleeping.

Just as he was about to close the door and leave, his eyes noticed the firewood placed outside and his arm with his sleeves rolled up.

Three scratches with blood scabs were clearly visible. Although the original blue-black color had faded, the wounds were still very horrific.

This kind of wound was not uncommon in the end times, but Xiahou Shuo saw something unusual in it.

He and Ming Xiche had been on the run for so many days, and the team they originally formed was very large, at least twenty or so people.

But as time went on, some of the team members were eaten by zombies, and some were infected by the zombie virus and turned into monsters like them. Gradually, the number of people has been reduced to the current five or six.

Although Xiahou Shuo had never killed a zombie, he had seen the wounds of people scratched by zombies. And the wound on Mu Xin's arm was obviously caused by a zombie!

"No wonder... No wonder Yan Shaohui didn't let us go to the second floor!" Xiahou Shuo was not stupid. He guessed the real reason after a quick thought.

Guarding the supplies was secondary. The most important thing was not to let his group find Mu Xin who was infected with the zombie virus! Yan Shaohui must be worried that the people in the team would kill Mu Xin out of fear when he was not prepared.

Thinking of this, Xiahou Shuo couldn't help but take a step back, his bright face full of fear.

He never thought that he would stay with a person who was about to become a zombie for such a long time! This made him feel terrified.

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen to him if Mu Xin suddenly turned into a zombie when no one was around!

"No! I have to kill him! If Mu Xin turns into a zombie, we will all be in trouble!" Xiahou Shuo's forehead was covered with sweat, and he began to look around for a suitable weapon.