He howled like a wounded beast, and ran through the snow until he had no strength left, and fell to the ground, crying and laughing like mad.

He lay down on the side of the road, the snow falling from the sky, slowly covering his body, but he was still breathing, and he didn't feel the cold, but the snow melted.

His location at this time was in a small community in the eastern suburbs of Huai City, on the edge of the East River. The East River is a small river in Huai City, which originates in the eastern mountainous area of Huai City, flows through Huai City, and then flows into a large river.

As the day began to get brighter, and there were more pedestrians on the road, he still lay in that place, motionless, and the pedestrians and vehicles automatically bypassed him, and no one got too close. But gradually, a group of people gathered nearby to watch the excitement.

Faintly, he heard a whisper, "What is that?"

Another person replied, "It looks like a person, but I don't know very well, half of it is buried in the snow." ”

A man who seemed to be a cleaner answered, "It's a person, yes, I saw it when I just got up to clean up." Maybe it was the homeless man from somewhere, and I saw that he had been lying there, so I didn't dare to sweep the snow there. ”

Another said: "I came home late last night, and when I passed by here at one o'clock in the morning, I didn't see anyone here. ”

The man who spoke first speculated, "Oh, so he only showed up after one o'clock in the morning." ”

The man just said, "If I don't miss it, that's true." I don't know if Lu Dao is dead. ”

The man who had speculated just now immediately said: "He must be dead, just now he said that he saw him when he first got up to clean, and it is already more than nine o'clock, and at least three or four hours have passed in the meantime, who can stay in such ice and snow for three or four hours? ”

Another person said: "I also think it's dead, it's always inappropriate for someone to die here, so it's better to call the police." ”

One person chimed in: "That's right, most of this person froze to death, but it is also possible that he was killed and then left here, which one brought a mobile phone? ”

One answered, "I'll come." ”

This person probably turned on the speakerphone, and as soon as the voice fell, the dial came out, and the phone was quickly connected, only to hear him say, "Hey, is it the police station? We found a body on Donghe Road, yes, this is the place..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly froze, and said intermittently, as if he had seen a ghost: "Oh my God! The man... He... He's alive again..."

Xu Mo heard the sound of the man calling the police, he couldn't continue to lie down in place anymore, he turned over and stood up, and as he got up, countless droplets of water dripped down his clothes, all of which were melted snow.

He couldn't help but take off his coat, threw it on the ground as if venting his anger, and kicked it away: I can breathe quietly, why do I have to wear such cumbersome and heavy clothes again?

He glanced faintly at the crowd of onlookers and walked out. The crowd of onlookers all froze, looking at his back with an incredible look on their faces, and after a long time, someone exclaimed, "Hell! Haven't I woken up yet, everything just now was just a dream?"

Xu Mo came out of the crowd and walked aimlessly on the road, he had no direction, and he didn't know where he was going, just walked along the Donghe Road.

He cultivated static breathing, and his breathing, blood circulation, and even the energy consumption in his body were all controlled, and the combination of the three abilities made it easy to figure out some wonderful uses. Concentrate on breathing, and the pain caused by Xiaoqing's death has been temporarily alleviated by half.

He lowered his head and didn't look at the road, when he suddenly heard a loud shout: "Boy, are you looking for death?"

When I raised my head, I realized that I didn't know when I walked to the middle of the non-motorized roadway. A middle-aged man with a nose ring drove a motorcycle from the opposite side and almost hit himself, but his attitude was very arrogant, he scolded viciously, and at the same time slowed down, raised his foot, and kicked himself.

Xu Mo dodged, his heart was furious, all kinds of resentment and pain caused by Xiaoqing's death and what happened to him suddenly broke out, and he was angry at this person, flew up and kicked at the man's thigh.

The man was on the motorcycle, unable to dodge, was kicked in the buttocks, panicked, and suddenly couldn't hold the motorcycle and fell to the ground. The motorcycle was still moving forward, and the road was slippery in the snow, he fell to the ground, couldn't brake the car, and slid out more than ten meters away with the car with people. Fortunately, it was on the snow, and this fall was not heavy.

"Look for death!" The man's attitude was already arrogant, and he suffered a loss this time, and he refused to give up, and he didn't care about the motorcycle at the moment, jumped up from the ground, and rushed straight towards Xu Mo.

Although Xu Mo cultivated static breathing, this static breathing only controlled blood circulation and the speed of energy consumption in the body through breathing, but it did not help in the slightest for fighting.

Besides, he was not good at fighting with people, but he was grabbed by the arm by the man.

That person was a gangster in the neighborhood, and he was very good at fighting, and when he saw Xu Mo daring to kick himself, he thought that he had some background, at least he was more powerful in fighting.

When Xiang Xu Mo rushed over, the original plan was not to grab his arm, but he was afraid that he would escape, but unexpectedly, he actually caught it. Without thinking about it at the moment, he pushed Xu Mo's arm hard behind his back, and this time he was going to break his arm, and then punch him the head.

Xu Moyun breathed quietly, and countless sweat immediately overflowed from his wrists, and at the same time he struggled hard. There was salt in the sweat, and it was more slippery than water, and it easily broke free from the man's grasp.

The man was taken aback, feeling that his palms were sticky and extremely uncomfortable, he shook his hands in disgust and scolded, "Damn, what is this?"

But he only paused for a moment, then rushed forward again, and punched Xu Mo in the face. Xu Mo finally dodged over, and was grabbed by the man's shoulder. The man then stretched out his other hand and grabbed him by the neck.

Xu Mo stretched out his hand to wrench his hand, but it was far less powerful than that man, seeing that he couldn't break free, he was in a hurry, reversed his breathing, and in an instant, the surface of his body lost the slightest temperature, and became cold.

The man finally grabbed his neck, but it felt like he was pinching on top of an ice cube, and he was taken aback again, subconsciously let go of his hand, and asked in a panic: "You... Are you a human or a ghost?"

Xu Mo's heart moved, but he didn't speak, his face quickly turned extremely pale, and at the same time, he didn't let any expression appear, his eyes stared at the person without blinking.

The man looked at him at each other, and he muttered even more in his heart, and couldn't help but reach out to probe Xu Mo's snort. Xu Mo held his breath, stopped blood circulation, and his heart stopped beating instantly.

The man stretched out his hand to probe under his nose, he couldn't feel his breathing, his heart was afraid, his body couldn't help but tremble, and while trembling, he touched Xu Mo's heartbeat.

At this touch, he was even more frightened, and shouted: "Hell!" He stepped back, slipped under his feet, and fell to the ground.

He stumbled and crawled backwards. At this time, the snow had stopped, the sun came out, and he saw Xu Mo's shadow on the snow, and changed his words and shouted: "Zombie, you are a zombie." His voice trembled, and he was indescribably afraid.

He got up in a hurry and fled backwards desperately, he panicked, but fell to the ground again, got up again, didn't even care about his motorcycle, and ran away without a shadow in an instant.

Xu Mo relied on his quiet breathing to scare the man away, but there was no pleasure in his heart. He hadn't eaten anything since the night before yesterday, and since last night, he had been running static breathing, and his body had consumed a lot of energy, and he was already about to go crazy with hunger.

He had no money on him, and he couldn't bear to beg for money, so he looked forward blankly, and thought sadly: "If I can't freeze to death this day, will I starve to death?"

Reaching out and touching his belly, his stomach seemed to understand what he meant, and it cried in protest.

Then I thought, "Where can I find something to eat?"

He walked forward, his head down, his eyes fixed on the ground, his pride controlling him, so that he did not dare to show too much, to be seen by others what was in his heart, but at this time, he thought: if only someone lost money or food.

This was obviously impossible, and he kept walking forward, unconsciously entering a small community.

The neighborhood should be a wealthy area, as he sees a lot of high-end cars, and there are detached garden houses and villas everywhere.

But these high-end cars, garden-style bungalows and villas, at this time, everything looks like bread or steamed buns in his eyes.

In that neighborhood, there are gardens everywhere. In one of the gardens, he saw a dilapidated log cabin, looked at it for a moment to make sure that there was no one inside, and went inside.

He glanced at it, but it was empty, and he came out of it disappointed.

He stood at the door of the wooden house, looked around, and saw at a glance that there was a garbage can outside a garden-style house on the right.

He couldn't help but glance at the trash can a few more times, and a thought suddenly surged in his heart: there might be food in it.

As soon as this thought came to mind, I was startled: how can I eat what someone else throws in the trash?

But he was so hungry that he thought to himself, but his feet unconsciously moved towards the garbage can. He couldn't help but comfort himself: I just happened to pass through there, not to look for food in the garbage can.

When I passed by the trash can, I couldn't help but stick my head out and look inside. At this glance, he found an apple thrown in the trash can, and the apple was intact from his point of view, maybe there was a bad place on the back, but it was definitely half edible.

He hesitated suddenly, struggling inwardly, and several times tried to reach for the apple, but was stopped by what little pride he had left.

Then his stomach growled again, and he looked at the apple, and felt a little dizzy, and became more and more hungry, and thought sadly: If I don't eat it, I will starve to death. Now no one sees it, even if I eat it, who knows what to do?

He looked around, but saw no one, and finally turned his heart to the apple and stretched out his hand.

But he had barely taken the apple in his hand, and before he could reach out of the trash can, he heard a child's voice cry out, "Mommy!"

Turning his face, he saw that in the garden-style house next to the garbage can, a young woman led a little girl of four or five years old, who happened to come out of it, looking at herself in surprise.

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PS: Personally, I have always liked this feeling of being lonely, and I think that the gods should be like this: this world has abandoned me, and I don't need this world at all.

is like what Xu Mo thought in his heart at the beginning of the second volume of "Touch": I don't interfere with the nature of this heaven and earth, and this heaven and earth nature will not affect me