Chapter 12
After Wen Bei finished saying this, his other hand had already clenched the dagger hidden under the pillow.
The same trick might not work on this man, but he is in a passive position now.
The young man beneath her was shrouded in shadows, his face bearing an expression of arrogance and assertiveness that suddenly made his natural beauty come alive, like a treasure glittering in the darkness, yet she herself had no idea how alluring this expression was.
Qiu Ting smiled grimly.
This time it was Wen Bei's turn to be stunned. He had thought the man would be furious and want to kill him, but he never expected him to react like this.
He is indeed a complete lunatic.
He had security in the hotel, and this was the only person who could hurt him.
It is an existence beyond control.
The coldness in Wen Bei's eyes gradually gathered. He just opened his mouth when the man suddenly leaned over, his handsome face approaching him, and his cold breath fell on his face.
Want to kill yourself?
Wen Bei narrowed his eyes subconsciously: "Stop!"
The black runes on Qiu Ting's body suddenly deepened, and vaguely two circles of intertwined runes appeared around him, exerting fierce pressure on him.
The sound of his internal organs being crushed came from the man, but he didn't even frown.
Too close.
Wen Bei closed his eyes instinctively.
Then a kiss so cold that it chilled him to the bone fell on his right eye.
Qiu Ting's voice was filled with paranoia, like an emperor from high above announcing a trivial matter: "This is mine."
He was like a big cat that had stamped its favorite prey, with satisfaction in his eyes.
A faint smell of blood filled the air.
Qiu Tin coughed and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
His internal organs must be broken into pieces now.
Wen Bei thought coldly and maliciously, and then he spoke in a tone as sweet as the tip of a knife wrapped in honey, "If you can get it."
The two looked at each other for a moment, entangled in ambiguous postures on the same bed.
But at this moment, the two parties had no reluctance at all, and their eyes looked more like they wanted to kill the other.
After hearing what he said, Qiu Ting's red eyes, which originally showed only a hint of interest, gradually became aroused with excitement.
He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, chuckled softly, and then stood up reluctantly.
As he moved a little further away from Wen Bei, the black runes on his body finally stopped exerting pressure and heating up.
Wen Bei kept watching him jump out of the open window. Although this was the second floor, he was surrounded by black fog the moment he jumped and disappeared from sight.
Like a ghost.
His heart dropped, and Wen Bei stood up expressionlessly and washed his face with cold water.
He didn't care where the injured madman was going, it would be best if he left the hotel and never came back.
Because of his identity as the inn owner, the injuries he suffered would recover faster as long as he stayed in this inn.
The scratches on the shoulders have healed, and the originally hideous purple handprints on the neck have turned light red. They probably won't be visible after tonight.
Wen Bei raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. The handsome young man had no expression on his face.
No one could tell that he had another brush with death tonight.
...
The next morning, the rabbit housekeeper was humming an elegant tune while watering the flowers in the garden.
The pink and white flowers in the garden were unhappy and sang in unison that they wanted to eat meat and did not need water.
The rabbit housekeeper was very perseverant and continued to do his own thing without seeing anything.
But Wen Bei couldn't do it. As soon as he approached the garden, he felt that these were not beautiful little flowers, but countless hungry mouths, and he was the poor mother bird, responsible for feeding them.
Wen Bei stood there thinking for a moment, then called Ji Mingyuan over and said with a serious look, "I think we might need to go out for a patrol."
The implication is to make money.
Ji Mingyuan thought he was worried that the fishermen's routes would get closer to here.
He nodded and agreed without saying a word.
Wen Bei curled his eyes contentedly and said, "Get ready."
This time we have an extra tool person, he can bring back more things, unlock new recipes, and try out the new trading function of the hotel.
Because they suffered a loss last time they went out because they didn't have a car, this time they successfully found a small car nearby that could still start normally.
It's a modified car.
From the decaying corpse inside, we can infer that this was probably some poor mercenary who died not far from the base on his way back after completing a mission.
Ji Mingyuan moved his body far away and then set it on fire with a lighter.
Even if it turns into ashes, it is better for the mercenary than being eaten by filth.
Having seen life and death in the apocalypse, the two men didn't lament too much. They cleaned up the car and set off.
Wen Bei originally wanted to drive. After all, he didn't have any special abilities, so he didn't need to be distracted by the filth on the road. But as soon as he touched the steering wheel, Ji Mingyuan nervously shouted, "I'll drive."
Wenbei: “…”
He touched his nose innocently and blinked his clear cat eyes.
With a sincere look on his face, he said, "You have to believe me, the last motorcycle accident was just an accident."
Ji Mingyuan: "Yeah."
His hands were firmly gripping the steering wheel.
He didn't want to die in a car accident.
Wen Bei had no choice but to give up the driver's seat and move to the back seat.
Ji Mingyuan threw him a gun. It was the only weapon he had, and he only had five bullets left.
"Will you shoot?"
Wen Bei didn't try to show off and shook his head.
Ji Mingyuan started to explain the essentials of shooting while driving, and at the same time released his supernatural power Black Hawk to fly low over the car.
Once they see any ignorant and filthy creature approaching, they will drive it away or kill it.
Wen Bei played with the gun for a while and then hid himself. He looked at Black Hawk intently and suddenly said, "Your ability is very strong."
Ji Mingyuan: "Well, I was one of the earliest polluters."
He glanced at his bracelet.
The pollution level above has been reduced to 93.
However, the strength of his own supernatural powers has not decreased due to the decrease in pollution levels.
It is the ideal state.
Ji Mingyuan's eyes deepened.
If possible, he hopes more people will discover the hotel.
The hotel can save the lives of too many polluters and is the only thing that can remove the Sword of Damocles from the polluters' heads.
Wen Bei glanced at him through the rearview mirror. He couldn't see his entire expression, but he guessed it from the silence.
He smiled and said, "The hotel will be lively in the future."
This is just a seemingly casual promise.
Ji Mingyuan relaxed a little, a smile in his eyes: "Yeah."
For some reason, he believed what the young man said.
...
After driving for about half an hour, Wen Bei felt as if they had just crossed from the primeval forest into another world.
There are no longer any green vines covering the ground around here, but a deep purple world.
Purple mushrooms bigger than human heads were everywhere.
They accidentally entered the world of mushrooms.
Ji Mingyuan warned: "Be careful not to open the car windows. Inhaling the spores of some mushrooms can cause pollution levels to skyrocket."
The team he led once accidentally strayed into a field of poisonous mushrooms.
One team member had a poor ability to hold his breath and secretly took a few extra breaths. Unexpectedly, it was the time for mushrooms to reproduce. When the abnormality was discovered, the pollution level had directly risen to 100, and it turned into a filthy thing with no reason and could only attack.
It was Ji Mingyuan who killed him personally.
After killing him and peeling open his body, they found that not only were his internal organs filled with mycelium, but even the blood flowing in his blood vessels was no longer blood, but white, wriggling mycelium.
Wen Bei nodded to indicate that he understood.
Ji Mingyuan stepped on the accelerator and increased his speed to rush out of the mushroom field.
He was driving so fast that he didn't notice the direction of the nearby filth.
Sometimes you can use the distribution of filth to determine whether there is high-level filth nearby.
As soon as they left the mushroom field, they found that the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
There was neither the cry of the phoenix nor the rustling of wind through the plants.
Wen Bei looked around vigilantly, but the horrible and hideous filth that he had imagined did not appear.
Even the Black Hawk circled in the sky nearby but saw nothing.
Could it be that the high-level filth just happened to leave its territory to hunt?
This thought flashed through his mind, and Wen Bei suddenly saw four footprints on the ground outside the window on the right.
He narrowed his pupils and suddenly shouted, "Hide!"
The two of them lowered their heads simultaneously without any hesitation. A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a purple tongue stretched out and burst through the car window. After not sticking to anything, it quickly retracted.
The glass fragments hit Ji Mingyuan.
He was still frightened.
If he had not been reminded just now, it would not only be the car window that would have been pierced, but also his head.
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