My Mr. Monster

Han Song hid beside Bread tremblingly. More and more tigers surrounded him, which was more terrifying and oppressive than hundreds of monsters surrounding him.

The night, which should have been noisy, was silent here. The only sound was the sound of the bread hitting the tiger that fell down and then jumped up again to keep trying to please the bread.

Although the other tigers saw Han Song, they did not attack him. Instead, they watched the big tiger being knocked down and climbing up again and again. After repeating this countless times, it seemed that Bread finally calmed down and stopped hitting him. Instead, it licked his fur.

Han Song silently returned to the tree hole. He also discovered the difference between the bread and the tiger. Han Song was helpless because he had to use his ability to read people's expressions on animals one day.

He huddled in a tree hole, unable to see or hear. He could only choose to trust the bread. He opened his sleeping bag in the dark and crawled in. If he had to die, this would be a comfortable death.

Han Song listened to the roar of the tiger outside. He didn't know how long it lasted before he fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, he heard the birds singing outside.

He was a little surprised when he saw the bread lying beside him. He thought the bread would just leave him and go away with the tigers, but he didn't expect it to stay.

After waking up Bread, Han Song walked to the tree trunk. He didn't see it clearly at night, but now he could really see the scratches on the trunk. They were so deep into the wood that shocking small pits were dug out by the continuous accumulation of scratches.

Han Song took a deep breath, grabbed a vine and slid down. The bread behind him was even easier, and he jumped down easily in two or three steps.

Looking at the mess down there, you can tell how chaotic it was down there last night. However, Han Song no longer cared. It was good enough that he was alive.

Han Song took out compressed biscuits and mineral water from his backpack. After a simple breakfast, Han Song continued on his journey with the bread. He planned to walk a little further.

On the way, Han Song saw a bunch of beautiful flowers. He stopped and thought for a while, then sat down in the bunch. He reached out to pick the flowers and began to make a wreath. The sun favored this place, and Han Song felt warm.

Soon he had made a wreath. The blue buds were covered with sparkling dew. It was very beautiful, but he was the only one who could see it.

Han Song thought about it and put it on his head without a mirror, but he didn't have to think that if Lu Xuan saw it, he would definitely say, "Handsome guy, want a date?" Lu Xuan was like that. Once he was familiar with someone, he could say anything.

After weaving a piece of bread, Han Song didn't walk far before he saw a human corpse beside a bush. Han Song couldn't help but stop. He was shocked that he could see a human in this place, even if it was just a corpse.

Han Song was shocked when he got closer. The clothes on the corpse were similar to the ones Lu Xuan brought with him. And the corpse even had yellow hair. It looked like it wasn't completely dead.

Han Song stepped forward, squatted down, and expertly sniffed the man's breath. His breathing was a little weak, but he was definitely not dead. He then touched the man's forehead and was shocked to find that he was still running a high fever.

Han Song was very conflicted. He didn't like to meddle in other people's business, but he always felt that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember where for a moment.

As he was about to leave, Lu Xuan's joking voice came into his mind, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. It gives you peace of mind. If you kill someone in the future, you can use this as a pledge, and you won't feel guilty about it."

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Han Song rummaged through his backpack. He had to admit that it seemed really necessary to bring Lu Xuan with him when he went out, because he actually found some medicine...

A plastic bag of medicine, opened and found fever-reducing medicine, cold medicine, Band-Aids, bandages, iodine, and all sorts of other things...

Han Song looked at the yellow-haired man in front of him and hesitated for a while before he picked him up and carried him to the relatively warm sunshine. He opened a bottle of mineral water and opened a fever-reducing pill and stuffed it directly into the man's mouth, then forced him to drink it.

Seeing someone choking, Han Song subconsciously patted him on the back, and it took him a while to recover. Because of this, he had to open his eyes to see which conscienceless person had given him water. When Xu Zhiyi opened his eyes, he saw Han Song wearing a wreath.

"Oh my god, angel?" Xu Zhiyi shouted subconsciously. He couldn't see Han Song's face clearly in the sunlight, but just looking at the outline, he looked very handsome.

Han Song frowned and let go of Xu Zhiyi, who fell directly onto the grass. He took a sip of water, tightened the bottle cap, and put the water back into his backpack.

Xu Zhiyi rubbed his back and looked at Han Song in confusion, "Who are you?"

Han Song didn't say anything. He looked at the person in front of him and felt that he looked familiar. He had really seen him before but just couldn't remember where he was.

"Who are you?" Han Song stood up and glanced at Xu Zhiyi on the ground with disdain. "I saved you, and you're talking like this?"

Han Song's contemptuous gaze made Xu Zhiyi stunned for a moment. His dizzy mind couldn't think straight for a moment. He asked, "Did that bitch Xu Weiwei ask you to come?"

"Who is Xu Weiwei?" Han Song frowned. The person in front of him was really puzzling.

All he said was a bunch of nonsense that I couldn't understand, and it wasted his medicine. I shouldn't have saved him if I had known.

"You weren't brought here by her?" Xu Zhiyi looked at Han Song as if she knew something, but if she wasn't the one brought here by her, how could there be someone in such a ghost place?

"You're crazy." Han Song said as he pulled out a knife and put it against Xu Zhiyi's neck. "You owe me a life, pay it back now."

After saying that, Han Song was about to cut Xu Zhiyi's neck. At the critical moment, a small knife came out from somewhere, and Xu Zhiyi directly blocked Han Song's throat-slashing move.

Xu Zhiyi's scalp suddenly went numb when he saw the shallow bloodstain on the side of his neck. How could a guy who looked so kind just cut someone's neck without saying a word?

"Can you please listen to what I have to say?" Xu Zhiyi stood up reluctantly. He was still dizzy from the fever and his backpack fell off while he was running away.

Han Song frowned slightly. He was surprised that this man could still be so skilled even with a fever. He should have chopped him down instead of just wiping him gently...

"Tell me what you want to say." Han Song pointed a knife at Xu Zhiyi. "If you don't listen well, I'll hang your body here."

Xu Zhiyi's scalp tingled when he heard this. What a devil! At least he saved the person, but he changed his expression like turning the pages of a book. It was unparalleled.

"My name is Xu Zhiyi, I really don't mean any harm." Xu Zhiyi said with a sad face, he would not have turned into this state if he had not encountered a group of monsters.

"Xu Zhiyi..." Han Song muttered, and suddenly he remembered why he felt this guy was familiar. He had seen him on Lu Xuan's phone. He was Lu Xuan's best friend and childhood sweetheart, and one of the guys Wu Yang particularly disliked. He would curse at him every time he saw him...

"I know you..." Han Song was stunned again. After reacting, he apologized to Xu Zhiyi with great guilt, "I'm sorry, I was crazy just now."