My Mr. Monster

Wu Yang woke up when it was still gray. He stepped past Lu Xuan quietly, covered Lu Xuan with a blanket, and began to dress himself.

Just as he was about to leave, Lu Xuan's sleepy voice came from behind him: "Where are you going?"

"Inspection." Wu Yang said.

"It's still cold." Lu Xuan sat up and looked at Wu Yang at the door, then waved and said, "Come here."

Wu Yang frowned, not understanding why, but did not refuse. He came to Lu Xuan and looked down at Lu Xuan's messy hair and almost couldn't help smoothing it out for him.

"What's the matter?" Wu Yang asked.

"Lower your head, I'll put the scarf on you." Lu Xuan said.

Wu Yang frowned: "I don't need this."

"I'm lending it to you," Lu Xuan emphasized. "Remember to return it to me later."

Wu Yang was silent for a while and lowered his head. Lu Xuan wrapped the red scarf around Wu Yang's neck several times and then deliberately adjusted it to a nice length.

"Go on sleeping." Wu Yang said, stretching out a hand to push Lu Xuan back down. "The rest is none of your business."

Wu Yang closed the door and walked out. He reached out and touched the red scarf. There was a faint fragrance on it, which was quite pleasant.

He came to the blazing bonfire, where Han Song had dozed off. Seeing Wu Yang approach, he jolted awake. He paused as he looked at the red scarf wrapped around his neck.

This looks like Lu Xuan’s scarf... Would Wu Yang wear something like this?

"I'm going out for a look. Remember to send some food to Lu Xuan later. Don't let him patrol in the morning." Wu Yang said and left.

Han Song was still in a daze and had already disappeared...

"Brother Han... have you noticed that Brother Yang seems to be in a good mood?" said Shi Tou from the side.

"Huh?" Han Song had just woken up in a daze, so he didn't pay attention to any of this. "What aspect?"

"Just now I seemed to see the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and he no longer had that unhappy look on his face like yesterday. Can a good night's sleep really help relieve his emotions?" Shi Tou asked ignorantly.

Han Song: ...

"Maybe he's really in a good mood..." Han Song said, "Shi Tou will get him some food later."

"I'll take it to him." Lu Xuan suddenly appeared at the door. He rubbed his hands, quickly squatted beside the campfire, and pulled down the knitted hat on his head.

"Then you go and send it off." Han Song didn't expect Lu Xuan to get up so early.

"Just have some bread in the morning, and boil some water to heat up the milk," Lu Xuan said.

"Porridge is fine..." Han Song said, "Bread or something else that's easy to carry and filling is good for patrols to eat on the road."

"It's okay. I don't need these for the time being. Besides, I'll have motivation only when I'm full. If something goes wrong in this kind of horrible weather, you can imagine the consequences." Lu Xuan said.

Han Song no longer refused. He nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you so much. We don't know how to repay you."

"If you really want something in return... if you have the chance, you can give me some beautiful gems or something like that. I like these beautiful things." Lu Xuan said.

Han Song nodded. "I'll tell them. You could see a lot of these in jewelry stores before, but we didn't care about them. We thought they were useless. Now they're probably covered by sand or buried in the ground."

"I'm not in a hurry. Even if I don't have any, it doesn't matter. Wu Yang gave me a lot of these." Lu Xuan smiled. "To be honest, I didn't expect that he would like to collect these gold and silver."

"Sometimes there are people who like it and can exchange it for supplies, but I think Wu Yang prefers to take it directly," said Han Song.

Lu Xuan nodded and agreed.

Wu Yang, who was walking steadily in the wind and snow, suddenly sneezed. He touched his nose, frowned, and looked up at the sky, thinking that it was not too cold.

Following the familiar route, he ran to the nearest and tallest building. When he entered the building, he looked at the gray figure squatting in the corner and was silent for a while.

These things were clearly not there yesterday. Shouldn't they be in hibernation?

As if spotting Wu Yang, the monster opened its bloody mouth, waved its arms, and rushed towards Wu Yang. However, before it could last three seconds, Wu Yang kicked it away, and its body slammed hard against the wall.

"What the hell dares to rush towards me?" Wu Yang looked at the monster with contempt.

"Save me...Mom..." A little girl's voice came out from the two-meter-tall monster's mouth, followed by one sentence repeated over and over again.

Wu Yang looked at the monster indifferently and felt it was ridiculous. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it out in an instant. The monster, who had just stood up, was pierced through the head by the dagger and fell straight down.

Wu Yang pulled out his dagger and shook off the foul-smelling blood, then grabbed the monster's hand and threw it into the snow, where it would soon be covered by the snow.

Standing on the highest building, Wu Yang looked around at all the potentially "dangerous" places. He could catch any movement, and even keenly notice if someone looked at him a few more times.

But after standing there for half an hour, he didn't see anything. As a "lookout tower", this should be the best strategic point, but no one has come here for such a long time...

Did they kill too many? But there were only so many... Or were they afraid to take the risk or did they all freeze to death?

Wu Yang felt that something seemed to have gone off track, and those uncontrollable monsters seemed to be even more uncontrollable.

He sat quietly and began to observe everything around him. It was all white and any movement could be easily detected.

But the complete lack of movement made the place seem incredibly silent, as if he was the only one left in the world. Wu Yang subconsciously touched the soft, warm scarf, thinking of Lu Xuan wrapping it around him with sleepy eyes.

It was indeed right not to kill him at that time, Wu Yang thought.

He fiddled with the dagger quickly. Although the snow was heavy, Wu Yang could not feel how cold it was. The impact of the heavy snow on him was probably "reducing the source of food", "blocking the sight and exposing traces", and "increasing unnecessary casualties".

Wu Yang didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but he just kept watching until he spotted a figure looking around curiously in the snow.

The heavy snow almost covered his entire body. He was motionless and looked like a small snow pile from a distance. Obviously, the people below did not notice him.

"Lu Xuan?" Wu Yang saw it clearly: the guy with the knitted hat and holding something, shivering from the cold... He knew at a glance that it was his cold-fearing ancestor.

Seeing Lu Xuan running around like a headless fly, Wu Yang finally couldn't help but stand up and shake off the snow on his body. The red scarf in Wu Yang's hand swayed in the wind, which was a very conspicuous signal.

The figure below was obviously stunned for a moment when he looked up, and then he moved towards that side at full speed.

Wu Yang looked at him and couldn't help but curse, "Idiot."