Chapter 154 Meow meow meow
After hearing that Jian Yunlan would set up a stall at the same address tomorrow, Mu Dongsheng finally regained some of his sanity.
But until he left the porridge shop, Mu Dongsheng was still reluctant to leave and kept looking back. Finally, when he stood at the door, he couldn't help but hold Jian Yunlan's hands again to confirm: "Boss, you will really be here tomorrow, right? You are not lying to me, right? Really? You must come, it's agreed..."
Jian Yunlan: "Yeah, I will."
Finally, Mu Dongsheng left reluctantly.
He pulled up the hood of his cloak to cover his face and walked away.
Jian Yunlan watched him go away, but couldn't help but sigh: "This guest is so crazy..."
Suddenly, the wind picked up and the snowflakes blurred Jian Yunlan's vision.
Just two or three seconds.
When Jian Yunlan rubbed his eyes and looked again——
Not long ago, I could still see Mu Dongsheng's back, but in the blink of an eye, that figure had disappeared.
Even the series of footprints on the ground disappeared along with the figure, as if they had never appeared.
Was it true that a guest came to drink porridge just now? Or...was it all just an illusion of his?
Jian Yunlan was slightly startled.
On this snowy day at the end of the world, guests suddenly appeared and disappeared, and there was a sense of weirdness everywhere.
It's really a bit scary.
But the next second, when Jian Yunlan touched something in his pocket, the feeling of horror instantly disappeared.
“…What is this?”
Jian Yunlan took something out of his pocket.
It was a small, snowflake-like piece of paper. On it, one could vaguely see a puppet, but the red and green colors had basically faded.
Speaking of which, just now, in order to have another sip of porridge, Mu Dongsheng frantically took out all kinds of small things from his pocket and stuffed them into Jian Yunlan's hands.
Although Jian Yunlan stuffed most of the things back, she forgot to return the small thing in her pocket in her haste.
"What can I do?"
Jian Yunlan looked into the distance and felt a little troubled. The guest had completely disappeared. Even if he wanted to find him, he didn't know where to look.
But the customer said he would come back to buy porridge tomorrow.
Then... just give it back to him tomorrow, okay?
This is the only thing we can do.
After all, it's just a small thing, and it's just a piece of paper, it shouldn't be something valuable. Jian Yunlan hesitated for two seconds, took out a paper bag, stuffed the small piece of paper in it, and then put the matter behind him.
Instead of worrying about this, it would be more practical to think about where to spend the night after closing the stall today.
After all, given the situation in the Eastern Base, he probably couldn't go back, but he had to find a place to sleep, right? Otherwise, are we really going to have to sleep in the open air?
Thinking of this, Jian Yunlan began to command Taotie and Niutou, and they started to pack up the stall busily.
As for the piece of paper left by Mu Dongsheng, Jian Yunlan casually stuffed it into some corner, waiting to return it to him when Mu Dongsheng came again tomorrow.
At the same time, in the Wanjie live broadcast room, there is a special section called 'Savior'.
The entire section of the audience fell silent.
【……】
My silence is deafening
【Single walk 6】
[…No, say it again, in order to have another bowl of porridge, Mu Dongsheng casually stuffed something into his hand? ? ? =口=】
[Ah Sheng, wake up a little, you shouldn't do this just to drink a mouthful of porridge, why are you just casually taking out everything? ? ? ! Do you think you can just take this thing out casually? ? ? Oh my god————】
[I'm a newbie and don't quite understand. Is there anyone who can explain it to me? Isn't it just an ordinary piece of paper? I thought it was just the garbage in Mu Dongsheng's pocket, why is everyone reacting so strongly?]
"A piece of paper? Trash???" The commentator, Lao K, widened his eyes and read the screen carefully, a tired and numb smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Hehe, if it really is trash, that would be great."
"Who in the family knows? That's a top-notch tool that can temporarily seal high-risk pollutants, [Faded Pinocchio]."
Another commentator added woodenly: "The key to saving the world..."
After these words were spoken, even the new audience members who did not know the truth were completely speechless.
The commentator, Old K, pinched the bridge of his nose numbly.
After such a long period of commentary, he no longer had the initial passion he had, but was replaced by exhaustion after having his worldview refreshed again and again.
every time! Every time the broadcast was broadcast to the live broadcast room of the anchor named 'Jian Yunlan', like most of the audience, the commentators' mental journey was:
It’s already like this, the plot can’t possibly fall apart again, right? /Haha, I just don’t believe it. How outrageous can he be? ……ah? What kind of magical development is this? I don't believe it? ? ? ...He is numb and has become obedient.
From the riots in which the mercenaries at the Eastern Base rose up, to the villain Li Zhou being cornered and beaten, to the top pollutant Yunwen visiting the porridge shop, to Mu Dongsheng regaining control of his body long ahead of the timeline of the original novel.
Even so, when they saw the "little piece of paper" that could determine the fate of the entire plane appear in Jian Yunlan's hand, everyone's already numb hearts were shocked again.
——What the hell?
Are you talking about that [Faded Pinocchio], the key item that will appear at the time of world destruction, the god-level item that other anchors have diligently searched the entire base for but couldn’t find, and it was just taken out by Mu Dongsheng and put into someone’s hands? ? ?
Can it be more buggy? ! !
The commentator and the audience looked numbly at Jian Yunlan's live broadcast room, and then at the live broadcast rooms of other anchors.
In the live broadcast rooms of other anchors, the atmosphere is still serious or even sad. Even the tone of the live broadcast room is the dark blue-gray color of the end of the world, with people having numb and desperate expressions and deserted streets and alleys. Because of Mu Dongsheng's departure and the shadow cast by Li Zhou's tyranny, there were no smiles on most people's faces.
The anchors also tried their best. Some of them lurked in the high-level of the base to get information, and some used the golden finger to recruit their own mercenary team and began to explore outside, trying to find the god-level prop [Faded Pinocchio]...
And in Jian Yunlan’s live broadcast room.
Warm lights, burning charcoal, hot porridge, a sleepy big dog, and the god-level props handed over by the protagonist of the original book.
Is this the same world? ? Could this be the same world? ? ? 】
[Do you believe it...?]
[I don’t believe it!] ! ! ! 】
The audience's cries of despair resounded through the sky.
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Mu Dongsheng pulled the brim of the hood of his cloak very low and walked forward in the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
...Not long ago, he was sitting on a warm and soft seat, drinking the dense and smooth porridge, feeling indescribably warm and comfortable all over. But now, all that warmth has gone away like a dream.
The wind in the Death Desert was very sharp, scraping my cheeks like a knife. My boots quickly became soaked in the snow. There was no part of my body that was not cold, and my lips were so dry that they were numb.
Mu Dongsheng pursed his lips.
To be honest, Mu Dongsheng actually didn't want to leave the porridge shop.
Although he finished all the porridge, he still wanted to stay in that warm space, even if it was reluctantly. Even if he could sleep on the floor behind the curtains, it would be a million times better than trudging in the wind and snow outside.
But... there was a voice in his heart urging him to leave quickly.
If you don't leave now, 'He' will come back.
Who is 'He'?
Mu Dongsheng didn’t know. But something in his subconscious told him that it was a very dangerous existence.
However, although he liked the simple porridge shop and the warm fire and hot porridge there, he absolutely could not put such a kind-hearted boss in danger because of his own selfish desires.
Now, Mu Dongsheng’s only wish is that time can go faster, and tomorrow will come soon, so that he can walk into that warm little porridge shop again and drink a bowl... uh no, ten bowls of hot porridge.
Just with this thought, Mu Dongsheng's steps became more powerful.
He needed to find cover.
A cave, or some other warm place, at least to get through the coldest part of the night. The climate of the Death Desert is unpredictable. Sometimes it snows one day, and then it clears up the next day, only to be greeted by a long, scorching drought.
While walking in the snow, suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of fatigue suddenly came over me.
My heart is beating very fast.
Mu Dongsheng found a stone in the wasteland. As he reluctantly sat down against the stone, he felt a burning pain on the left half of his face.
"What?"
Mu Dongsheng was startled and reached out to wipe his left face -
He felt a gaping mouth.
The sticky, wet, cold touch, and the tentacles sticking out of that mouth.
…The memories that had faded away because I regained control of my body returned to my mind.
The crystal core that was peeled off alive, the pollutants that were entangled around it, and the sticky tentacles that tightly wrapped around the body.
Once upon a time, Mu Dongsheng's ears were always ringing with those almost inaudible ambiguous mumblings, which repeated over and over again such words as "Ah Sheng Ah Sheng Ah Sheng Ah Sheng", "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine", and "Eat man, eat man, eat man, eat man, eat man".
At this moment, in the snowy field, Mu Dongsheng heard the low whispers again.
The ambiguous murmurs were like tiny, dense teeth gnawing at the cracks in his bones. As several mouths gradually appeared and opened on his left cheek, the whispers gradually became louder and clearer.
In the last second before he was completely overtaken by the pollutants and lost consciousness, Mu Dongsheng finally heard the persistent and morbid murmurs coming from the high-risk pollutants:
"My my...my my my my, my..."
Mu Dongsheng curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.
Sure enough, he knew it.
Just like before, Pollution Meteoric Kiss just keeps saying the same things over and over again. Mu Dongsheng really didn't know why he had such a morbid possessiveness towards him? If you just want to control his body, you would have gotten it long ago, so why bother -
But the next second, Mu Dongsheng suddenly opened his eyes slightly.
Because... the whisper of Meteoric Kiss has new content.
“Porridge—porridge porridge porridge porridge, porridge! My my my my my my my porridge!!”
Mu Dongsheng: "..."
Mu Dongsheng: "Uh, about this matter..."
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