The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 122 Fortunately it was just a dream

In a chaotic space, I don’t know the time and place.

Mu Xin is now in this space. When he woke up, he found himself inexplicably in this space.

Obviously, he felt that he was shot before, and it was Ming Xiche who shot him.

The black muzzle of the gun, Ming Xiche's smile, the tearing pain in the chest...all so clear.

Mu Xin patted his forehead to calm himself down.

No matter what, we can't stay in this place for long. We have to leave here first and then go back to the base.

Yan Shaohui must be very anxious when he knows that something happened to him and he didn't go back with Shang Junming and the others.

Mu Xin stretched out his hand tentatively, but felt nothing. He tried to move forward while looking around vigilantly.

He walked aimlessly in the chaotic space, until his legs and feet were numb and his throat was sore, but he did not leave.

Mu Xin felt that he must be circling in this space, but it was pitch black all around him and he couldn't see anything.

He kept walking, and finally when he was about to run out of energy, he found a light spot. Mu Xin thought that this light spot was the exit, so he ran towards the light spot with all his strength.

The light spot grew bigger and bigger until it could cover the firewood.

A burst of dazzling light made Mu Xin cover his eyes with his hands to block it out. After he got used to the light, he found himself back to the place where he had a conflict with Ming Xiche and others.

However, Mu Xin did not find Ming Xiche and his group here, but he saw Shang Junming and several other teammates who had escaped. They were gathered together, and no one knew what they were doing.

Mu Xin said tentatively: "I'm back, I'm still alive, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to go back to the base?"

But those people seemed not to have heard it and still had their backs to the wood.

Mu Xin sensed something was wrong. He frowned, moved closer to Shang Junming and patted him on the shoulder.

"Jun Ming? Why are you ignoring me?"

Shang Junming still didn't react, but instead shook his shoulders and sobbed with red eyes.

"Shaohui, don't be sad..." Shang Junming said to the man who was half-kneeling on the ground while wiping her tears.

Mu Xin was stunned, and he mechanically turned his head to look at the ground. A strong man with unshaven beard was half-kneeling on the ground with his back to him, holding someone in his arms.

Mu Xin was very familiar with this figure. Who else could it be but Yan Shaohui?

So what is he holding in his arms...?

Mu Xin suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"You promised that you would come back safely, that you would come back to me safely and soundly..." Yan Shaohui's voice was hoarse, like a wolf that had lost its mate, weak and full of despair.

Mu Xin suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe. He put his hand on Yan Shaohui's shoulder with trembling hands, "Shaohui... I'm still alive... Turn around, turn around and look at me... okay?" There was a strong pleading tone in his voice.

Yan Shaohui seemed to have gone crazy all of a sudden, shaking the person in his arms crazily, "You said you would be fine! But why are you looking like this now? How could you break your promise?! Why would you risk your life for that damn antibody?! Why didn't you listen! Why?!"

Mu Xin looked in disbelief at the limp "person" being shaken by Yan Shaohui, or rather, a corpse.

The corpse looked exactly like him, and there was a black and red bullet wound on its chest.

Mu Xin looked down at his chest, only to find that it was intact without any wounds.

why is that?

Mu Xin fell into deep confusion.

Shang Junming couldn't stand it anymore, so he bent down to stop Yan Shaohui from doing this, but his anxious figure just passed through Mu Xin's body.

The young man's eyes were filled with shock.

... Am I really dead? Now I am just a ghost that no one can see, hear or touch!

Mu Xin lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Shaohui. Yan Shaohui was laughing wildly, and there was nothing but despair and sorrow in his narrow eyes.

Shang Junming stopped Yan Shaohui from shaking his "body", and Yan Shaohui was pushed backwards by Shang Junming and fell to the ground.

Mu Xin wanted to help, but found that he could do nothing.

He smiled bitterly and could only stand behind Yan Shaohui and wait quietly.

Yan Shaohui tilted his head to look at Mu Xin's blood-stained face, and the light in his eyes slowly faded.

He then pulled out a pistol, loaded it with one hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"I can't live anymore...Xiao Xin, don't be so cruel, let me accompany you..."

"boom!"

Another gunshot was heard, filled with a desperate roar, and blood spurted out, like a red spider lily blooming in the air, its enchanting beauty mixed with suffocating despair.

"No...!" Mu Xin roared heartbreakingly, but he could not stop the cold bullet from entering Yan Shaohui's temple, piercing through his head and shattering it.

The appearance of Shang Junming and the others gradually became blurred, only the image of Yan Shaohui lying in a pool of blood was still clear enough that Mu Xin felt as if he was being cut into pieces.

"Xiao Xin...wait for me, I'll come find you right away."

Yan Shaohui said the last sentence intermittently, then closed his eyes forever with a smile.

Mu Xin burst into tears, "Fool, you fool! I don't want you to die... Why do you want to die!?"

Tears filled Mu Xin's eyes, and Yan Shaohui's bloody face slowly became blurred in Mu Xin's eyes...

In an abandoned house, a young man in black was lying on a worn bed with his eyes closed. His chest was wrapped in thick bandages, and a jade pendant was lying quietly on his bandaged chest.

The young man's face was pale and his breath was weak. It seemed that he was seriously injured.

"No! Don't die!"

Suddenly, the young man sat up from the bed, with a look of fear on his face.

The young man touched the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a long sigh, "So, fortunately... it was just a dream."

Fortunately, Yan Shaohui is not really dead. Fortunately, I am still alive to accompany Yan Shaohui.

Mu Xin came to his senses from the nightmare just now, then he touched the bandage on his chest and raised his eyebrows.

Was he saved? He was shot in the heart, how could he be saved? Or...

Am I reborn again?

Mu Xin was shocked by his own imagination, then he shook his head and threw this strange thought out of his head.

The wound on his chest still hurts a little, how could he be reborn again?

Just when Mu Xin was confused, a clear voice came from the door.

"Yeah, you finally woke up."

Mu Xin turned his head and looked towards the door. A girl with waist-length hair and wearing a goose yellow skirt was standing at the door. She was holding a tray in her hand. On the tray were some medicines and medical bandages for treating wounds.

"Did you save me?"

Mu Xin looked this girl up and down. Different from Qi Qing'er's gorgeousness and Deng Miao's elegance, this girl had a kind of nobility and grace in her every move.

The girl smiled faintly, and instantly her unattainable nobility turned into friendliness. The two little dimples on her cheeks made her even more cute.

"Yeah, I was just going to look for supplies, and I saw you lying on the ground in a pool of blood. At first I thought you were dead."

The girl laughed. “You should be thanking me. If I hadn’t been curious and wanted to see if you were really dead, you would have been eaten by zombies long ago.”

Mu Xin didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and touched the bandage on his chest. "This wound..."

"I forgot to mention that I have two abilities, one for healing and the other for wood." The girl walked to the bed with a tray and sat down. "The healing ability can only heal the damaged internal organs, but after all, a bullet pierced your chest, so the external injuries are still very serious. And I have to save my life, so I can only use my ability to heal part of it for you, and the rest can only be healed slowly."

The girl tilted her head, "You're not blaming me, are you? I won't heal you with all my heart."