My host is cold and scumbag

He Chengwu's thoughts were exposed in front of so many people. He was so ashamed that he didn't know what to do. Yang Qiu kept nagging beside him, mostly scolding He Chengwu for not living up to his expectations, not working hard, and not striving for what he wanted.

He Chengwu turned a deaf ear to everything, but his neck turned red. Yang Qiu laughed even more happily. He leaned over and teased, "Look at you. When others pointed it out, you didn't even say anything. You were so afraid that others would know. When Uncle Qiu said it just now, why didn't you refute it?"

He Chengwu's ears were red and his heart was beating fast. He panicked when he mentioned her, and he was still thinking about whether to refute or not. Finally, he begged helplessly: "Xiao Qiu, can we just let this matter go? Finding Xiao Si is the most important thing now."

Hearing this, Yang Qiu curled his lips and snorted: "I am doing this for your own good. Look, they are leaving and you can't even say a word."

He Chengwu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, stop talking."

Seeing this, Yang Qiu let He Chengwu go. He Chengwu looked at his watch again. It was nine o'clock in the morning. He had been in here for so long without realizing it.

As they went deeper and deeper, the tunnel gradually became wider. On both sides of the tunnel, there began to appear those densely packed, honeycomb-like holes, which looked particularly strange in the weak light. Occasionally, there were bursts of low echoes from the depths of the hole. He Chengwu unconsciously became somewhat alert to the abnormality of those holes. He asked everyone to be careful of these unknown holes.

The wind raged in the corridor, becoming increasingly dry and violent. He Chengwu couldn't help but think to himself that in such an environment, if someone accidentally got lost here, they would probably be quickly dried out by the merciless wind. He suddenly began to regret letting Zhao Xinyu go. He should have stuffed more things into her bag earlier.

The thirsty feeling burned his throat like a raging fire, and He Chengwu subconsciously reached for the water bottle. But he hesitated for a moment. He simply dipped his lips in the water and carefully put the water bottle back into his bag, fearing that it would be wasted.

Fortunately, the corridor was in a safer downhill arc, so it was not too hard to walk. Everyone was walking tremblingly, but at this moment, a brother screamed and jumped around in fear. He Chengwu looked over and saw a hand grabbing the brother's ankle. Yue Qiu was pulling the brother, and he pulled a person out.

He Chengwu took a closer look and felt that it looked familiar, so he hurried over to check.

He belongs to Huang Yan.

Yue Qiu exclaimed: "Mr. He, this is Mr. Huang's man."

He Chengwu quickly pinched the man again and again, but the man could only survive. He probably used up all his strength when he stretched out his hand. He Chengwu quickly checked the man's body. The scratches on his body were very deep, almost tearing through the clothes and mixing with the flesh and blood. The wounds were very deep, and there were large areas of bruises on other parts of the body, as if they were traces of a heavy fall and collision. There were strangulation marks on the neck. Such brutal wounds made He Chengwu immediately think of the ghost thing Di Yu.

He said to Yue Qiu: "Try to wake him up and find out what happened."

Yue Qiu responded. But even with the grab just now, the person still couldn't wake up. Yue Qiu shook his head at He Chengwu: "It's impossible to save him."

He Chengwu frowned, but the man's chest was still heaving, and it was obvious that he was unconscious. It didn't seem like a good idea to take him away, but seeing that the man was still alive and just left here, He Chengwu was still hesitant.

He sighed, thought again and again, turned around and said, "There's nothing we can do. Since he died here, I don't think Huang Yan would mistreat his family. Just leave him here, give him a blanket, and let's go."

Dying in a foreign land, leaving behind a blanket was the last thing He Chengwu could do.

But He Chengwu continued to move forward. Deep in the dead volcano, the cave entrances were dense. Although each fork indicated the direction of the wind, it became more and more difficult to judge. The air around him became drier and hotter. He Chengwu was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to take off his clothes. The cave entrances became more and more dense as he walked. It was like a beehive. Every time He Chengwu looked over, he felt a little intensive phobia.

He Chengwu continued to move forward with a cruel heart. He didn't have the energy to save the dying and the wounded now. He Chengwu really wanted to protect his people. This time he came here specifically to save Yang Taisui's life.

They had already gone deep into the heart of this extinct volcano. As the journey progressed, the surrounding scenery became more and more bizarre and blurry. The cave entrances were like stars, densely distributed in every corner. Every fork in the road had a subtle guide of wind direction, but the deeper it went, the harder it was to judge. It could be said that it was almost He Chengwu's luck to get here.

The air became drier and drier, as if it could squeeze out the moisture from every inch of skin. It was so hot and stuffy that it was almost suffocating. He Chengwu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks.

Little Yang Qiu was screaming from the heat. He Chengwu stood beside Yang Qiu. They were hiding in a corner to avoid the wind that dried out the skin. He fanned him with his sleeves. Yang Qiu panted and complained, "What the hell is this place? How can there be Selaginella here? It's a miracle that something can grow in a place like this."

He Chengwu smiled and said, "What if? The things in here are very strange."

"Xiao Si's life is so hard to save, how much life does he need to take that thing out of here." Yang Qiu touched his greasy hair and tugged at his collar. It was really too stuffy.

He Chengwu was also very confused. The wind was very strange. The deeper he went, the stronger the wind became. Could such a strong wind be formed underground?

At that time, he thought that it was just a natural phenomenon of wind blowing in between the cave openings of various shapes in the intricate terrain inside the cave, due to the difference in air pressure or the effect of external wind. But now it seems that it is not the case.

He Chengwu was taking care of Yang Qiu. Yue Qiu was exploring the way ahead. He hurried over and said in shock, "Mr. He, there's something strange ahead!!"

"What?" He Chengwu was fanning Yang Qiu. Although the wind was hot, it helped him psychologically. Yue Qiu said, "We seem to have reached the end, but there is a cave in front of us. There is a stone well under the cave, which is level with the cave. There is a little distance, so we may need to jump over it."

He Chengwu hurried over. It felt like he had reached the end of the tunnel as he walked forward. He Chengwu's flashlight seemed to be shining downwards, and it didn't seem very high. It was about two meters high. As for the stone well Yue Qiu mentioned, it was actually very strange, and looked like a chimney.

He Chengwu was watching carefully, and Yue Qiu was also checking the surrounding situation. Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed towards He Chengwu. Yue Qiu shouted in fear: "He Shao, be careful."

He Chengwu turned around when he heard the voice. The black shadow was already in front of him. A pair of large hands pinched him. His heart suddenly shrank. A chill rushed up his spine to the top of his head. His steps became involuntarily flustered. One of his feet accidentally stepped on empty air and he lost his balance.

At this critical moment, Yang Qiu's voice rang out: "Brother Xiaowu, catch him!"

Along with the call, a silver light pierced through the darkness. It was the grappling hook thrown by Yang Qiu in an emergency. He Chengwu's eyes lit up, and he reached out and grabbed the cold metal hook, his fingers turning white from the force. His body fell down uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, and hit the hard and rough stone wall heavily.

The pain came like a tide, and the sound of bones hitting the stone wall echoed in the empty space. He Chengwu still clenched his teeth and only let out a muffled groan.

There was a sudden cry from above, and He Chengwu's rope loosened. He shouted anxiously: "What's wrong, Xiaoqiu!!!"

The rope loosened again, and He Chengwu gritted his teeth and jumped down. Fortunately, it was not high. The man who had just attacked He Chengwu was twitching on the ground with twisted hands and feet. He Chengwu squatted down to check and his pupils shrank slightly.

It’s Huang Yan’s man again.

It seems that Huang Yan had an accident.