Rebirth in the End of the World: My Little Godly Man

There is a letter on the table.

Mo Yanshu raised his hand and picked up the letter, only to see that it was written "From my grandson Mu Chen".

He pinched it and found another thin stack of letters. He lowered his eyes slightly and turned to look at Li Muchen.

His little friend had a serious look on his face, looking back and forth in front of the bookshelf, and didn't notice him.

After thinking for a moment, he walked over and patted him gently on the back.

The moment he patted his back, Li Muchen froze for a moment and turned to look at him: "Hey, why are you walking without making any sound? You scared me."

"Be good, don't be afraid." Mo Yanshu rubbed his hair, "It should be given to you by Grandpa Li."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and handed the letter to Li Muchen.

"I'm really impressed by this old man. I've taught him how to use the green bubble countless times. Can't he just send me a message when there's internet and signal? What era is this? He sends me letters here and there, but he doesn't send them to me and leaves them all over the house."

Li Muchen muttered to himself as he put his backpack on the ground and raised his hand to take the letter.

Just as he was about to open it, he suddenly shook his head, put the letter in a book, put it in his bag and zipped it up.

"Let's go first, and watch again after we leave here." He raised his hand and patted Mo Yanshu's shoulder, saying softly.

Mo Yanshu nodded and looked at the sky outside. It was already evening.

He also knew that it was not advisable to delay any longer, so he lowered his gaze slightly, took the big bag full of books from Li Muchen, and handed another bag that was not too heavy and contained food to Li Muchen.

His hand felt lighter, and Li Muchen looked at the bag in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly.

dog man.

It's well deserved that he likes Mo Yanshu so much now. It's hard for him not to like such a popular person.

"Are you sure everything is packed?" Before leaving, Mo Yanshu turned around and took another look, then asked softly.

Listen, he even cares about whether he took the good things.

Li Muchen didn't show it on his face, but he was very happy in his heart. He nodded and said, "Well, I mainly want to pick up some things that the old man mentioned to me before. Let's go. We can't let them wait too long. If there is really a problem in the village, it is better to leave as soon as possible."

Mo Yanshu nodded and said nothing.

The door lock made a "click" sound when it was fastened.

The three of them slowly left from the back door of the Li family. This time, Liu Xiaopang led the team. He did not choose to take the main road of the village. Instead, he took the small paths in the village and walked along the back walls of other people's houses.

After walking for a few minutes, it soon became dark...

Mo Yanshu glanced at the blood moon slowly rising in the east with a deep gaze.

The blood color of the moonlight has faded a lot in the past half month. It is no longer like it was at the beginning. Instead, it now presents a faint red light, which is unusual and mysterious.

There was still no light in the village, and no sound could be heard. It was as quiet as a village of the dead.

After walking a few steps forward, Mo Yanshu suddenly heard the faint growl of a zombie. The sound was not loud and not clear, so it could easily be ignored.

Mixed in with that was the sound of someone seemingly talking over there.

"This matter...is not...about leaving the village..."

The voices were very soft and seemed to be quite far away, so Mo Yanshu couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

"You...will...die..."

Hearing the sound, he raised his hand and grabbed Liu Xiaopang who was walking in front.

It was already dark, and Fat Liu was obviously frightened by his pull.

Mo Yanshu put one hand on his mouth and shook his head gently at him.

Fat Liu nodded.

Only then did Mo Yanshu release the hand that was covering his mouth.

"Someone." He whispered.

"I find that you always seem to hear things that we can't hear." Li Muchen blinked and whispered in his ear.

The warm breath hit his neck and Mo Yanshu felt a little itchy.

"Habit." He drooped his eyelashes, held his breath and listened quietly for two seconds, then whispered, "Come this way, find a place to hide first."

Liu Xiaopang trembled slightly in shock when he heard the sound. His eyes widened and his gaze began to wander left and right, as if he was looking for a place to hide.

"This way." Mo Yanshu looked around and finally saw a bunch of bushes nearby. He pulled the two people beside him and hid.

Before long, I heard the sounds of footsteps approaching, and the sound of chatting also got closer.

"I heard that Wang's wife is also not doing well."

"I heard about it, too. He made a big fuss this morning and vomited blood."

"This disease is really serious!"

"That's right. Have you found those kids the village chief asked you to look for?"

"Don't mention it. I don't know where he is hiding. He might have already left the village."

"It's good to be out, so that he won't think about how to harm us every day."

"Stop talking, how are the people in the Bai family doing now?"

"I guess they can't hold on any longer. Who asked them to openly oppose the village chief?"

Several figures approached from afar, and their voices became louder and louder.

Mo Yanshu listened to the conversation between several people and had some guesses, but this matter was indeed very strange, and he didn't believe that there was no one instigating it.

But in the end times, people's hearts are unpredictable. He doesn't want to care about this trivial matter, and he doesn't want Li Muchen to wade into this muddy water.

If he couldn't bear to leave his childhood friends, and his friends were relatively obedient, it wouldn't be difficult to save them with a little effort.

It’s just that I don’t know if the Bai family mentioned by those people just now has any relationship with the girl named Erhua...

Mo Yanshu listened carefully to the footsteps, then looked out from the gap in the bushes. There were probably three or five villagers walking together, holding only two kerosene lamps in their hands, and it was very dim.

The next things the group of people talked about were the gossips of the Zhang and Li families. They were chatting happily and did not notice that Mo Yanshu and the other two were hiding here. Soon they walked past them.

When the footsteps of the three people became farther and farther away, until Mo Yanshu could no longer hear them, he signaled Li Muchen and Liu Xiaopang to stand up.

"Look at this direction..." Liu Xiaopang hesitated to speak.

"Fatty, if you have something to say, just say it. I hate it when people leave their words halfway." Li Muchen patted Liu Xiaopang lightly.

"Brother Chen, you are so hypocritical." Fat Liu rolled his eyes at him.

Li Muchen raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Yanshu, then turned his gaze back to Liu Xiaopang: "He is different from you. What's wrong with this direction? I remember the village chief's house is over there, right?"

"Yes……"

"It's so dark now, why are you going to the village chief's house..." Li Muchen frowned in confusion.

"Brother Chen, let them do whatever they want! Let's quickly get a car and run away." A look of urgency flashed across Liu Xiaopang's face.

"Oh..." Li Muchen responded thoughtfully, but he obviously became a little absent-minded.

Seeing this, Mo Yanshu frowned slightly and reached out to hold Li Muchen's hand hanging by his side.