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

It was not known whether Liu Chi and his people were frightened by Mo Yanshu, as they had not been seen the entire day. They had been eating whatever they wanted at the coffee shop in the old district these days, but after so many days, the food was almost gone.

The old library of Langning University was originally used as a library, but with the opening of the new library, almost no students come to the old library anymore, so the school decided to close it for renovation and will open it as a school history museum later.

Several people were sent here to clean up for this reason. Originally, they didn't need to be too serious, just to see if there was anything valuable left here. But who knew it would rain heavily suddenly, and suddenly there was a strong wind, which almost blew off the roof. Several people couldn't get out, and had no choice but to stay here.

But who knew that this wait would last five days.

During this period, Li Muchen read the fortune and it was a bad fortune. It would be dangerous to advance but also dangerous to retreat. There would be many crises ahead.

The rain seemed to be in line with this omen. Not only did it not show any sign of slowing down, but it got heavier and heavier.

That night.

"Crash-"

The rain was pouring down, the water drops hitting the glass, then bouncing off and disappearing into the night. Thunder rumbled outside the window, and the successive flashes of lightning made the sky seem as bright as day.

"Brother! Are you going to sleep or not?" Li Muchen scratched his head madly.

A whole day!

Mo Yanshu has been staring at him for the whole day!

Wherever he went, Mo Yanshu followed him. Even when he went to the toilet, Mo Yanshu would stand at the door and watch him!

His expression was also very strange! It made him feel creepy...

Forget about drawing talismans, he didn't even have time to take out his equipment!

"Rumble--"

The lights in the room flickered twice and became unusually dim. It seemed that the library's circuits had become increasingly unstable since yesterday.

"Sleep?" Mo Yanshu raised his eyebrows, put the half-read book in his hand on the table beside him, and then turned to look at the not-so-spacious bed, "Are you finally going to sleep with me?"

In an instant, Li Muchen felt as if something exploded in his brain...

"You you you you you!!! Do you have any shame? Who wants to sleep with you?"

Mo Yanshu narrowed his eyes, stood up suddenly, and took two big steps towards Li Muchen.

In the small lounge, Mo Yanshu had long legs, so after taking two steps, he stood directly in front of Li Muchen.

"Hmm?" Mo Yanshu tilted his head slightly, and the cold aura on his body touched him.

Li Muchen swallowed his saliva and took a step back silently.

"What? Are you scared?" A low voice sounded in his ears, and Li Muchen rolled his eyes.

"Why would I be afraid of you? Go away, stop talking to me about those greasy things... I'm going to sleep, who has time to play house with you?" Li Muchen waved his hand and walked forward on his own.

Mo Yanshu raised his eyebrows, calculated the time and angle, and the moment Li Muchen walked past him, he suddenly grabbed his wrist. With an effort, Li Muchen lost his balance and fell backwards.

But just when he was about to fall, Mo Yanshu exerted force again and pulled him back.

In an instant, the fragrance of Thuja sutchuenensis filled my heart, steady yet slightly bitter.

"Hey!" Li Muchen's voice was very deep and his brows were frowned unhappily.

Mo Yanshu straightened his shoulders and said sternly: "Mu Chen, listen to me, this disaster will not stop. The heavy rain is just the beginning, and it will stop tomorrow afternoon. But the rain will get heavier the day after tomorrow morning... Three days later, blood will rain from the sky, and zombies will be everywhere. We can only do everything we can to save ourselves..."

"Pfft..." Li Muchen suddenly laughed out loud, "You are too funny, there are zombies, it seems that they are not powerful souls. I tell you, return Yanshu to me quickly. Our Yanshu's personality is very aloof, you can't imitate him. Hahahaha, there are zombies..."

As Li Muchen spoke, he rolled his eyes, raised his arms stiffly, and imitated the zombies on TV. He gestured to Mo Yanshu a few times, then patted Mo Yanshu's shoulder heavily and said with a smile: "Brother, how is it, do I imitate it well?"

Mo Yanshu looked at him and frowned tightly.

Almost in an instant, he understood that Li Muchen still thought he was possessed by a ghost and didn't believe him.

Sighing, he whispered, "Draw it, a talisman to drive away ghosts."

"Huh?!" Li Muchen looked at Mo Yanshu in shock, "You are quite advanced in Taoism, you are not afraid at all..."

"You, when you were seven years old, you wet your pants during your nap and asked me to help you..." Before Mo Yanshu could finish his words, Li Muchen flew over and covered his mouth fiercely.

He covered Mo Yanshu's mouth with one hand and made a shushing gesture with the other hand, his face slightly reddened: "Are you done yet? I believe it, I believe it! What's wrong with you? Did you suddenly change your personality after a good night's sleep?"

"Yeah. I had a dream." Mo Yanshu curled the corners of his lips.

But Li Muchen could tell at a glance that Mo Yanshu's smile was forced. Thinking of all the strange things he had done today, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"What...did you dream about? Did something happen to me..."

The two of them were already very close to each other because of Li Muchen's actions. Mo Yanshu trembled slightly when he heard the sound, lowered his eyes again, and raised his hands to hug him.

"Mu Chen, believe me...I can't lose you."

The warm breath hit his ears, and Li Muchen listened to his low whispers, and goose bumps instantly appeared on his skin.

"Bah, bah, bah, don't talk nonsense. I'm very lucky." Li Muchen waved his hands, let out a long breath, raised his hand and gently pushed Mo Yanshu, then turned around and sat next to him.

As the distance increased, the scent of the cliff cypress lingering on his nose became a little fainter. Li Muchen patted his chest inconspicuously, thinking that it was really strange.

He took a deep breath, reached out to grab a pen from the table beside him, picked up a piece of paper, and said slowly: "The dream interpreter is right in front of you, my friend Yanshu, please tell me your confusion."

He moved his hand holding the pen forward, as if holding a microphone, and pointed it at Mo Yanshu's slightly pursed lips.

Mo Yanshu sighed lightly, stared at Li Muchen for a long while, opened his mouth, and finally said in a calm voice: "Fortune-telling is too exhausting. I know something about what will happen next. If the rain really stops tomorrow afternoon, you will have to listen to me from now on."

"Tsk... you say stop, so stop..." Li Muchen didn't care. "I observed the sky at night, and the rain won't stop for a while."

As he spoke, he stood up and stretched, then raised his hand and patted Mo Yanshu on the shoulder: "Brother, don't think too much, dreams are the opposite of reality, go to bed quickly, turn off the lights!"

After saying this, he walked towards the bed with footsteps, fell down on the bed and collapsed, leaving Mo Yanshu alone there, staring at Li Muchen's back with his eyes full of rage.

Dream?

Ah……

How wonderful it would be if those experiences were really just dreams...