The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 210 These eyes are surprisingly similar to Yan Shaohui’s eyes

At this moment, Mu Xin, who still had a little bit of clarity left, only hoped that the person who suddenly attacked him was Yan Shaohui.

The reason why Yan Shaohui attacked him was because he didn't know that the person who suddenly appeared was him.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed not to hear what Mu Xin was saying and just remained silent.

The long, heavy breathing sound filled the quiet space, and for some reason, made Mu Xin feel suffocated.

is it him?

No?

If it was Yan Shaohui, why didn't he speak after hearing his voice? Or even react at all?

If not, then the group of people sent by Ming Xiche set a trap for me? They took advantage of my worry about Yan Shaohui and set a trap for me to jump down from above, and then let the people hiding in the secret cabin kill me when I was not prepared?

The possibility of the former is becoming increasingly smaller in Mu Xin's case.

Although the latter possibility is not very high, it cannot be ruled out.

After all, Ming Xiche is now very different from the Ming Xiche in his mind. All those weird and dirty tricks can only be done by a madman, right?

The smoke was slowly blown away by the air, and its effect on the firewood gradually diminished. Although the speed of thinking could not be restored to its original level, at least it did not stagnate.

But all parts of the body cannot be fully controlled by the brain, so Mu Xin is unable to flip over the person who is pinning him down and making him unable to move.

The sound of heavy breathing slowly approached Mu Xin, and the hot and humid temperature blowing on his skin made him realize that he and the person were almost face to face.

At the same time, Mu Xin also saw the man's eyes clearly. They were as red as blood, as if they were made of thick blood, without any emotion, and extremely empty.

However, Mu Xin always felt that these eyes were surprisingly similar to Yan Shaohui's eyes.

But the cool skin of this man told Mu Xin how could he be Yan Shaohui, whom he always nicknamed "little stove"?

The pair of red eyes looked Mu Xin up and down, and finally locked onto his neck.

Mu Xin felt uneasy when he was stared at by these eyes, as if he was being targeted as prey by a powerful predator.

The sad thing is that my hands and feet are now being held down by the person on top of me, and it is very difficult for me to move even one centimeter, let alone fight back or escape.

The breathing sound played rhythmically in his ears, like the Grim Reaper using his scythe to gently push the death pendulum, making a 'click, click' sound, and each click was like the Grim Reaper mocking life.

But to Mu Xin, this rhythmic breathing sound was like an invisible blade lingering on his body. Although he could still breathe, he was on the verge of death.

How many times has this feeling happened to me? Mu Xin looked around in the darkness, but no answer came to his mind.

Then, Mu Xin felt a chill on his neck, and the man's sharp teeth stabbed towards his fragile aorta.

"Yan Shaohui!"

Mu Xin closed his eyes at that moment, and when the man was about to open his mouth and show his fangs, he uttered Yan Shaohui's name through his tightly closed mouth.

These three words seemed to have turned into a talisman at this moment, freezing the man's movements.

Mu Xin just felt that it was a close call, because the man's sinister and pale fangs were about to pierce Mu Xin's fragile but alive artery.

Cold sweat broke out on Mu Xin's forehead the moment the man stopped moving, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Even though Mu Xin had experienced such horrific things in his previous life, it was not as frightening as seeing so directly now that his blood was about to become food for this creature, whether it was a human or a monster.

He once thought that he had experienced life and death and was fearless enough. However, he still underestimated himself.

Mu Xin couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

In fact, when it comes down to it, he is just an ordinary person who is contaminated by the mundane world.

This is especially true when he has something to care about.

His eyes, which had already adapted to the darkness, looked at the light far above him, his thoughts in a mess.

"Oh." The person who had been pressing him down and not moving suddenly sighed. Then Mu Xin felt his eyes go dark, and the person's head came over and pressed on his left shoulder, not moving anymore.

"..."Mu Xin couldn't understand why this person, whose face he had never seen clearly, would behave so strangely. It was really confusing.

"...Um, Desi..."

The man muttered a few words, but because the volume was too low, Mu Xin didn't understand and just thought it was his breath.

Mu Xin remained silent. Gradually, he heard the man's breathing become slow and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

Mu Xin tried to move his hands, and sure enough, the hand that had been pressing his arm tightly was now just loosely supported. With just a slight movement, he was able to pull the man's hand aside.

The tension in Mu Xin's heart suddenly loosened, but he didn't dare to relax. He held his breath and began to try to free his legs which were numb from being pressed.

However, because there had been no activity for too long and the man had been pressing Mu Xin's legs with his legs, Mu Xin's legs became numb and somewhat out of control.

But fortunately, he was still able to move. He moved the firewood bit by bit, while at the same time he was listening carefully to the man's breathing, for fear of accidentally disturbing the man.

Time passed quietly, and Mu Xin's legs were finally about to escape from the "suppression" of the man's legs. Victory was in sight, but suddenly there was another explosion in the dark cabin not far away.

Flames and surging black smoke spewed out from the dark hatch, like the crowded magma in the crater of a volcano, eager to burn the world.

The firelight reflected in Mu Xin's eyes, reflecting a hint of despair.

He knew that the violent explosion would wake up the person who had suddenly fallen into a deep sleep.

Even if he wasn't burned to death by the sudden fire, he probably wouldn't be able to escape this man's bloodthirsty fangs.

Mu Xin's hands were tightly gripping the sand on the ground, his veins bulging and trembling slightly.

"Small salary!"

Along with the endless explosions, Mu Xin heard Yan Shaohui calling his name.

For a moment, Mu Xin thought that he was hallucinating because he needed Yan Shaohui too much.

Mu Xin was a little dazed, his brain was still in a frozen state, he only felt a tightening around his waist, and he felt someone holding him tightly in his arms, then the world was spinning around, they left their original place, and rolled on the ground a few meters away.

Mu Xin's head was pressed against the chest of the person who had wanted to suck his blood before. The rhythmic, strong heartbeat made Mu Xin feel inexplicably safe.

"Bang!" The sound of a huge steel hitting the ground exploded around him, but Mu Xin was not hurt at all.