EBE Chapter 130 Grass Mud Horse
Chapter 130 Grass Mud Horse
As time slowly passed, the raging floodwaters gradually showed signs of abating.
Only Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi remained in the instance, standing in place as if waiting for someone.
The system game panel turned blood red, and the entire screen was covered with dense warning words.
Accompanied by a piercing alarm, the sound echoed continuously in Jiang Qi's ears.
Jiang Qi simply ignored it; there were still people who hadn't come out yet.
A figure struggled to crawl out from the ruins of Peach Blossom Village.
He was disheveled, his head and face covered in dust and mud, and he was clearly in poor condition.
His clothes were already tattered, he was soaked, and his face was covered with deep scratches.
Who else could this person be but Bai Xiaoyu? Jiang Qi was very familiar with him.
Jiang Qi saw a look of confusion and fear in Bai Xiaoyu's eyes, as if he had just escaped a nightmare.
His body swayed unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment.
The surrounding environment was unusually quiet, with only the occasional sound of the wind.
An uneasy atmosphere filled the air, as if something ominous was about to happen.
What's even more interesting is that Bai Xiaoyu's gaze gradually became vacant, and his expression began to distort, as if he were struggling with something.
Suddenly, his body began to tremble, his muscles contorted, and his bones cracked.
His face also began to show unusual changes, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
This was a sign that he was about to transform into a monster. After appreciating all of this, Jiang Qi decided to leave the instance.
Lu Zhi stood to Jiang Qi's left, his large hand enveloping Jiang Qi's cold hand and gently squeezing it.
Bai Xiaoyu felt a strong gaze and looked up to find Jiang Qi standing quietly in the distance.
His eyes were indifferent and profound, making it impossible to see into them.
Raindrops pattered on his hair and slid down his face. In that instant, Bai Xiaoyu felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart.
However, Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi disappeared from his sight not long after.
Bai Xiaoyu was left to struggle in the mud.
Jiang Qi and Lu Zhiyi left the instance and were teleported back to Jiang Qi's home.
The bathroom was warm and filled with steam.
The overhead lights emitted a soft glow.
The bathtub in the bathroom was filled with warm water, and steam rose gently into the air, like a thin veil enveloping the entire room.
Jiang Qi walked slowly to the bathtub and gently tested the water temperature with his finger. The slightly hot water was just right to relieve his fatigue.
Stepping into the bathtub, he felt the hot water enveloping every corner of his body, causing him to involuntarily let out a satisfied sigh.
As his body gradually sank into the water, Jiang Qi relaxed all his muscles, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and closed his eyes.
The warm water gently massaged his skin, and the fatigue and discomfort from the dungeon seemed to be washed away little by little by the water.
His thoughts drifted away as he soaked in the hot water, the light and shadow falling on his eyelids, warm and beautiful.
Lu Zhi squatted in front of the bathroom door, smiling blankly.
The slap mark on Lu Zhi's cheek from Jiang Qi's earlier blow gradually blended with his sickly flushed face.
Even when his brother slaps him, he's incredibly cute, and he doesn't feel any pain at all.
My brother couldn't bring himself to hurt him; he's such a good brother.
It's also his fault. He shouldn't have pushed his luck and suggested that they take a shower together.
Although his brother righteously rejected him, he also slapped him.
But he saw clearly that his brother's ears were red.
Lu Xue and Lin Wanchu were teleported back home at the same time. After taking a shower, Lu Xue sat blankly on the bed.
The space beside her collapsed, and Lin Wanchu leaned down and gently kissed her lips.
Then he pulled Lu Xue into his arms, gently patted her back, and said, "Don't think too much, go to sleep."
"We're so tired from the dungeon, let's think about it again tomorrow, okay?"
Lu Xue's chin rested unconsciously on Lin Wanchu's shoulder.
He tilted his head to look at her, their hands still touching.
I just finished showering, and my whole body is still warm.
Lu Xue gave a muffled "hmm," and Lin Wanchu gently patted her back to comfort her.
The two slept in each other's arms.
The dungeon ended, and they weren't the only ones unable to sleep.
At 7 PM, Cheng Cuo and Yu Hansheng finished the dungeon and were teleported home.
Cheng Cuo was sent back to his home, and at that moment he should be feeling fortunate.
I'm so glad I can finally get away from Yu Hansheng.
But who would have thought that just when we were about to exit the instance, someone would suddenly appear and stab us in the back?
Damn it, why did that idiot Yu Hansheng have to take that knife for him?
"I just can't understand it," Cheng Cuo said, scratching his head in frustration.
Even more dangerous is that the wound will carry over into reality.
He shouldn't die in my place.
The streetlights on both sides of the street reflected a moist glow.
On this quiet yet slightly desolate night, Cheng Cuo hailed a taxi randomly on the roadside.
However, this time the purpose is slightly different.
Cheng Cuo learned from his previous experience and brought enough money.
Cheng Cuo kept urging the driver, "Please drive faster, or it could cost a life."
"I can pay more, thank you!"
Upon realizing that he was responsible for a life loss because he was driving too slowly, the driver broke out in a cold sweat and immediately sped up.
Cheng Cuo clenched his fists and kept looking out the window.
His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving, and his eyes were filled with worry and unease.
The scenery outside the window kept changing. Suddenly, the driver braked sharply, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly replied.
"We're here, young man!"
Before Cheng Cuo could even thank him, he stuffed a hundred yuan into the driver's hand and quickly disappeared.
He ran all the way to Yu Hansheng's building, his heart filled with tension and unease.
As they approached Yu Hansheng's house, a strong, rusty, bloody smell assaulted Cheng Cuo's sense of smell.
He frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
With such a strong smell of blood, could he really be dead?
Cheng Cuo's heart was in his throat. Luckily, Yu Hansheng had given him a spare key beforehand, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to get into his house.
Pushing open the door, the stench of blood intensified, almost suffocating him.
They tried to find the source of the smell, but everything in front of them was blurry and they couldn't see anything clearly.
Cheng Cuo's gaze fell on a dark corner.
The bedroom door was ajar, with a faint sliver of light shining through the crack.
Cheng Cuo took a deep breath and pushed open the bedroom door.
The scene behind the door stunned Cheng Cuo instantly.
The room was in complete disarray, stained with blood.
Broken items were scattered on the ground, and a figure lay motionless against the wall.
It was Yu Hansheng.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his face was deathly pale.
He looked like he was about to die.
Cheng Cuo felt a wave of dizziness; he could hardly believe his eyes.
The smell of blood was beyond his imagination.
How could there be so much blood? How could this be...?
Cheng Cuo trembled as she reached out to cover the wound and stop the blood from gushing out.
His fingertips still carried a faint warmth as he knelt beside Yu Hansheng and softly called her name.
The smell of blood filled the air, but Yu Hansheng did not respond to him, and Cheng Cuo's heart sank lower and lower.
"Yu Hansheng, you are the dumbest idiot I have ever seen."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yu Hansheng's voice suddenly rang out, a tremor hidden in his cold tone.
"How did you come?"
"Tch, come see how you die."
The person in front of him was still being stubborn even at this point, so Yu Hansheng helplessly tugged at the corners of his lips.
However, he hoped Cheng Cuo wouldn't come, otherwise he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't do anything outrageous.
Yu Hansheng's slightly moving lips appeared pale and bloodless, yet he was still breathing with difficulty.
A hoarse sound came from his rolling throat, the words he uttered were weak and disordered, making it difficult for Cheng Cuo to understand.
From the fragmented words, Cheng Cuo managed to piece together a single sentence.
Yu Hansheng said, "You should leave quickly."
No, he's already here, why send him away?
Yu Hansheng is indeed a fool.
Cheng Cuo freed one hand and managed to bandage Yu Hansheng, finally stopping the bleeding.
However, Yu Hansheng's gaze towards him was becoming increasingly strange.
Yu Hansheng looked at him with burning eyes, as if he were excited to see his prey in his grasp.
It was only then that Cheng Cuo noticed that Yu Hansheng's pupils were a different color.
So Yu Hansheng has heterochromia. No wonder he always wore those outdated wide-rimmed glasses in high school.
One pupil was a pale grayish-blue, while the other was an eerie pale red.
As Cheng Cuo carefully bandaged Yu Hansheng's wounds, Yu Hansheng's figure was almost disappearing into the darkness.
He exuded a chilling danger, which gave Cheng Cuo goosebumps. He couldn't help but look up at Yu Hansheng.
Instinct told Cheng Cuo to run away, but Yu Hansheng seemed to have discovered his thoughts and stared intently into Cheng Cuo's dark eyes.
"how?"
A sinister voice rang in his ears, and icy hands, devoid of any warmth, gripped Cheng Cuo's hands tightly.
Cheng Cuo tried to struggle but couldn't move.
Forced to fall into the hard chest, fear swept over his whole body, but Yu Hansheng leaned close to Cheng Cuo's ear.
"You want to leave me again?"
The last syllable of his voice trailed off lazily, his eyes filled with a morbid stillness and coldness.
The pale red pupils have become darker.
"No, I came here out of kindness to bandage you."
"You treat me like this, letting go of my hand, it hurts me."
Yu Hansheng loosened his grip slightly and whispered an apology to Cheng Cuo.
He couldn't help but move his head closer to Cheng Cuo, his slightly cool nose brushing against hers affectionately, and his lips uncontrollably pressed against Cheng Cuo's neck.
I'm so thirsty, what would happen if I bit into it?
Cheng Cuo froze. What was this idiot up to now?!
Behind Cheng Cuo's back, where he couldn't see, Yu Hansheng revealed his inhumanly white, sharp teeth, grinding them against Cheng Cuo's neck.
The actions were irresistible, but the tone was trembling and pleading.
"Xiao Cuo, your blood smells so good."
"Could I have a bite, please..."
Grass.
Cheng Cuo was slightly stunned, feeling like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.