My Mr. Monster

It is said that people are both strong and fragile. Lu Xuan used to feel most intuitively that the fragility of human life was due to disease and natural disasters, and the helplessness and despair in the face of suffering.

But now Lu Xuan feels that people may have always been fragile, and being strong is just a shell to protect themselves.

He looked at the corpses all over the ground and didn't know whether to be sad or indifferent, because these people had nothing to do with him, so when facing the death of these people... should he feel sympathy for them or sympathize with them out of humanitarianism?

"Why do you have to come and see these? Those things didn't come out to eat these corpses." Wu Yang was not interested in corpses, and could even be said to be accustomed to them.

"Did you ask them what they had before you killed them? Or where they lived?" Lu Xuan asked. He picked up the machete that was still sharp on the ground and said to Wu Yang, "They seem to have a lot of good stuff. These knives have many uses."

Wu Yang was silent for a moment before saying, "No, if they tried to rob me I would kill them. I don't really like giving them the chance to backstab me."

"Okay..." Lu Xuan looked at the clothes of those people on the ground and couldn't help asking, "These clothes look okay to me. Do Han Song and the others want them?"

"You should. I only killed a few with a knife. As for the others, I just broke their necks. Their clothes and everything were still clean. It was cold, and they didn't stink."

"Then let's ask Han Song later."

Wu Yang watched Lu Xuan carefully groping back and forth on the corpses as if looking for something valuable. As a result, he didn't find anything valuable after a long time. Instead, he vomited for a long time because of the headless corpses.

"Are you trying to endure it?"

"I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do, but it was like all these people had was a knife."

"Maybe I didn't kill them all. There must be some of them hiding somewhere." Wu Yang yawned, "How about we go back? It's freezing cold out here, so we should just stay in bed and sleep."

"I need to adapt first... If one day I need to kill someone, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." Lu Xuan hesitated.

"Do you have any psychological burden?"

"Well, my own murder is related to my own beliefs, because I was the one who did it... All my years of education, no matter when, never allowed such behavior, and morally... I feel very conflicted."

Wu Yang didn't understand or comprehend it. Lu Xuan seemed to be always conflicted. He didn't care how many people he killed, but he cared about whether he could kill people...

Is this what the legendary "mind your own business" means?

"Do you need to seek psychological counseling from Han Song? He is very good at persuading people, and he has no burden when it comes to killing people," Wu Yang said.

Lu Xuan shook his head: "Persuasion is useless... I need to overcome my psychological aversion. I just don't dare to kill people, not that I think those people can't be killed."

"After all this talk, do you think this scene is disgusting?"

"I was thinking about how painful it would be to cut their throats with a knife, and how painful it would be when the knife went in. I wonder if I was too much or something." Lu Xuan said excitedly.

"Anyway, I would subconsciously bring myself into it. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, like something..." Lu Xuan tried to describe it more accurately, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Then you may need to vomit more often... I was originally worried that you felt burdened by killing people, but it turns out it's because you are afraid of killing people... Would you be happier if you had a gun?" Wu Yang was speechless.

"Of course I'd be happy if that happened." Lu Xuan said frankly.

"Let me remind you, if you want to kill someone, don't waste time talking to them. I'm afraid you won't be willing to kill them. After all, people who can talk are always more like human beings than those who can't." Wu Yang teased.

When Lu Xuan heard this, it seemed quite reasonable, so he nodded to indicate that he would remember it.

"But...if they don't want to kill you...Wu Yang, I still think it's better not to kill them." Lu Xuan said, "Of course, if you want to kill them, I have no right to stop you."

"Now that you've said that...I'll pay attention."

Lu Xuan squatted on the ground and picked out some decent knives. He and Wu Yang needed at least one, and the rest could be given to Han Song and the others. They wouldn't need that many anyway.

Wu Yang silently watched Lu Xuan slowly choosing, occasionally knocking on the blade to make a crisp sound... Anyway, his nose and hands were red from the cold wind.

"It's almost over. Don't let it get seriously ill again." Wu Yang said, unable to bear it any longer.

"You're wearing thick enough clothes. I'm not like you... You were dying last night but you're healed now. Besides, I had an infection, not a cold." Lu Xuan said sourly.

"It's all the same. Let's go. No one will come to pick up the knife or something if it's left here. Just wait for Han Song and the others to bring people to clean it up." Wu Yang pulled the man up impatiently.

Wu Yang was extremely distrustful of Lu Xuan's physique. He was quite tall, but extremely fragile. He could be nearly killed by those creatures with just a single scratch...

Lu Xuan weighed the two knives and asked Wu Yang, "How are your wood? Are you going to go back and deal with it? I have nothing to do anyway."

"I don't know how to do it." Wu Yang crossed his arms and frowned. "I don't have the tools to measure or the right tools to cut, and you have to rely on yourself for the knowledge."

"Okay... next time I come, I'll bring a few more power banks and download all the tutorials."

"When are you going to buy me a cell phone? I want one too."

"Let me exchange the gems you gave me for some money. I'm short on cash right now." Lu Xuan glanced at the desolate city. "If the monsters here were edible, it might be okay. The problem is that they're not edible, and there are no other living things."

"This city has long been dead." Wu Yang said, holding Lu Xuan's cold hand. "I witnessed its death, and there is no sign of revival here, so let's leave here when spring comes."

"Hmm? You don't want to leave here?"

"I didn't say that. I didn't intend to put down roots here. I think it's shameful to stay in one place."

Lu Xuan didn't understand and didn't want to ask more questions. If Wu Yang thought about it, he should be able to explain it more clearly.

"Let's go. You are the only one who enjoys all my favors." Wu Yang smiled.

Lu Xuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this: "Then can you explain clearly what this preference means? Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood?"

Wu Yang looked at Lu Xuan and thought for a moment, still unsure how to respond. "I just think you're different from other people. If someone makes a mistake, I'll kill them. But if you make a mistake, I'll hesitate and won't want to kill you."

Lu Xuan looked at Wu Yang's stuttering description. It seemed that he really didn't study much. Maybe so. He was still looking forward to it.

"Then can I enjoy this preference?" Lu Xuan asked.

Wu Yang affirmed: "Of course, I am willing. Your life is mine because I have saved you many times, so you are mine. This is as it should be."

Lu Xuan couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "There's something wrong with what you said. I don't belong to you, but I'm still me. But if you can get me one day..."

Wu Yang narrowed his eyes: "What did you get?"

"If I get the stars in the sky, then maybe I will belong to you." Lu Xuan seemed to be joking, but also serious.

Wu Yang looked up at the gray sky. There were no stars. Even if there were, they would still be out of reach...