My Mr. Monster

Lu Xuan watched the hands of the alarm clock ticking away, and the noise outside gradually disappeared.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind whistling through countless treetops.

Lu Xuan looked at the flickering candlelight in silence.

Alone in the empty room, where did Wu Yang go?

No one went to look for Wu Yang, and he didn't know where to look...

He can't come home overnight just to deliver something... Could something really have gone wrong?

Lu Xuan was in a state of confusion. Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked the scattered moonlight from the window.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Xuan frowned.

"I lost the fight." Wu Yang said indifferently.

All he had on at the moment was a pair of tattered pants hanging on his body.

"I won't dare to come back until everyone has rested," said Wu Yang.

Lu Xuan took a look and sighed helplessly. Even though they had said everything, they still started fighting.

"Why did you lose the fight?" Lu Xuan stepped forward and pulled off the rags on Wu Yang's body.

It fell off as soon as it was pulled, and the only thing left on his body that covered his body was his underwear, which was torn into several holes. No wonder he didn't dare to come back so early. Anyone who saw it would laugh.

"I can't beat him, that's all." Wu Yang said unhappily.

"I know, I know. Does it hurt? Where are you hurt?" Lu Xuan asked with concern.

"No, I got better on the way." Wu Yang turned around and said, "I'm fine."

Lu Xuan grabbed Wu Yang's waist, and the latter gasped and looked at Lu Xuan in confusion.

"Don't move, let me check. Your recovery ability doesn't seem to have any effect on Azhe."

Last time, I just made a hole and I don’t know how long it will take.

Wu Yang raised his hand and said, "Please touch me. Do you want me to take off my only remaining underwear and show it to you?"

Lu Xuan pulled it aside, took a quick look, and said, "Little Wu Yang doesn't look injured."

"I'll take care of it. No matter where I'm injured, I won't let that guy chop off my vitals." Wu Yang smiled.

After checking around, Lu Xuan only saw some pink marks, which should be newly grown flesh and blood. As for other places, there was indeed no problem.

"Are you ready?" Wu Yang asked.

"Yeah." Lu Xuan frowned as he looked at the blood on his hands. "If you do this again next time, don't come back."

"How can you sleep without me?" Wu Yang pulled Lu Xuan's hand and placed it on his chest. "How about we switch? My life is yours, okay?"

Wu Yang's chest was burning hot, and the heart beating under his skin was extremely active. Lu Xuan could hear his heartbeat even without getting close.

"If I don't allow you to die, you won't die?" Lu Xuan asked tentatively.

"Yes." Wu Yang looked at Lu Xuan with a smile on his face.

Lu Xuan felt inexplicably strange looking at Wu Yang's smile.

"Did something happen? Why do you feel weird?" Lu Xuan asked.

"No way?" Wu Yang suddenly became expressionless.

"Your voice... is a little trembling." Lu Xuan said. His hearing was very strong and he could detect even the slightest changes.

Wu Yang's voice trembled, and there was a barely perceptible trace of bloodshot around his eyes...

"Ah? How is that possible..." Wu Yang touched his throat.

"It's you who is trembling..." Lu Xuan reminded.

Wu Yang: ...

"Oh, maybe recovering is too tiring and my body can't take it..." Wu Yang smiled awkwardly.

Lu Xuan rubbed his temples, was silent for a moment, and then said in a compromising tone: "I'll go get some water to wipe you down."

"I can go wash in the pond," Wu Yang said. "I'm not afraid of the cold."

"You want us to drink your bath water?" Lu Xuan said speechlessly.

Putting this aside, the fact that there's a "steamed bun" hidden underneath is already terrifying. Just looking at the extent to which Wu Yang draws hatred...

There is a 90% chance of being swallowed in one bite.

"Okay." Wu Yang lowered his head.

"Stay here, I'll get you some water. If you're tired, just close your eyes and take a nap."

Lu Xuan walked out of the room with a basin to boil water for Wu Yang. He came to the campfire in the living room and thought there was no one there.

Han Song was sitting by the campfire when he heard the noise and looked over. He saw that it was Lu Xuan and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Go get some hot water for Wu Yang," Lu Xuan said.

"There's no water here...we need to go get some water." Han Song said in a daze.

"Is that all?" Lu Xuan was a little surprised.

"Well, a few girls used it up to wipe their bodies." Han Song said.

"I'll have to bring a bigger bucket next time." Lu Xuan sighed, "I'll go down there."

"You ran down to fetch water in the middle of the night?" Han Song asked in shock. "What happened to Wu Yang?"

"I got a little injured. It must have taken some effort to heal myself. I don't look very energetic." Lu Xuan said.

"I'll go with you, as we can be companions. It's too creepy to walk alone in the pitch black." Han Song glanced outside the house. Apart from the scattered moonlight, there was pitch darkness.

"Thank you." Lu Xuan was very touched. Han Song was scared in the evening but he was still willing to go.

"We are friends." Han Song felt embarrassed by the thank you.

The two of them walked downstairs carefully with empty water bags on their backs. When the light came on, the dark corridor was completely illuminated.

"In my hometown, I dare not go out alone, for fear of encountering ghosts or something. Sometimes there are graves on the roadside." Lu Xuan said.

The two of them forced themselves to start chatting as if they were brave enough.

"Ghost?" Han Song was puzzled. "Is it scary?"

Han Song didn't quite understand the concept of ghosts and had never seen any ghost movies. In his eyes, when a person dies, it's like a light goes out; dead is dead.

"It's the dead people who reappeared." As Lu Xuan spoke, the flashlight under his chin suddenly lit up.

A pale face appeared.

"So flashy." Han Song couldn't help but smile as he watched, "This is quite funny."

Lu Xuan: ...

"I forgot, the monsters here are scarier than me..." Lu Xuan said ashamedly.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if the dead reappeared? I really want Liao Ren and the others to reappear, but dead is dead.

They can’t come back.”

"Well, I never thought about it before, whose family members, lovers, and the people they think about day and night are those wandering ghosts..." Lu Xuan chuckled.

"If I die one day, I will definitely follow Wu Yang. This is called not letting him go even if I become a ghost." Lu Xuan laughed.

"You really love him." Han Song said.

"Han Song, do you think Wu Yang will be scared if I die and turn into a ghost and appear in front of him one day?" Lu Xuan blinked and looked at Han Song.

Han Song touched his chin when he heard this and said, "That depends on Wu Yang. He's very brave and it shouldn't scare him."

"People who died would probably be scared if they suddenly appeared."

"I don't know, you can ask him."

"I dare not. He will scold me."

"Why did you scold me?"

"He would say it's bad luck..."

As the two chatted, several rays of light suddenly reflected back from the front where Han Song's flashlight was shining...

Both of them stopped, and Lu Xuan looked at a figure standing not far away and watching.

"It's... a lizard man." Lu Xuan said as he drew a knife from his waist.