Sure enough, the woman in black's smile vanished the next second, and she stood there stunned. Perhaps she hadn't expected a human to dare to reject her like that.
However, due to the rules, she could only glare fiercely at Shen Muyu before gently placing the little black dog on the passenger seat.
At this moment, Shen Muyu's diamond axe was also there, but the little dog seemed not to notice and sat directly on it.
Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, the woman in black slammed the car door shut, the sound carrying far away.
The woman in black thought Shen Muyu would be angry or scared, but when she looked up, she found Shen Muyu smiling at her with a look of relief.
"She's a polite and kind person. She even remembered to close the door for me." Shen Muyu muttered to herself. Compared to the white cat that got into the car without saying a word, and the man in red who not only scared her but also tripped her up, the woman in black was indeed much more polite.
Seeing Shen Muyu's expression, the woman in black became even angrier, but there was nothing she could do. She could only angrily run to the platform sign to reflect on her actions. Of course, Shen Muyu's actions directly put the Blue Star guys driving private cars behind them in hell mode. However, it's better to sacrifice a friend than oneself. Even if they knew it was Shen Muyu, they would only smile and say sorry.
The woman in black stood under the bus stop sign, her hands seemingly doing something. A few minutes later, a taxi appeared out of nowhere. She glanced at Shen Muyu, then opened the door and got in. The taxi then drove off and disappeared in an instant.
Shen Muyu stared blankly at the disappearing taxi for a moment. Why did this car look so much like the yellow taxis in her original world? Could it be that the driver inside was also from Earth?
Recalling the truck driver from earlier, Shen Muyu stroked her chin. It seemed that people from their area might have been placed in the same area. She wondered if she would run into Gu Wenchen.
Thinking of this, Shen Muyu shook her head. What use would it be even if she encountered him? She was already struggling to take care of herself, not to mention she didn't have any powerful means of attack. Even if she really met him, she could only watch him leave without being able to do anything. It would just be annoying herself for nothing, not worth it.
As Shen Muyu was lost in thought, Xiao A's voice came from behind him, and he immediately pulled himself out of his thoughts and drove forward.
At this moment, Gu Wenchen, who was thinking about the knife, was frowning as he pushed a trash can to his garbage truck.
Gu Wenchen had two wads of paper stuffed in his nose, and he was wearing at least ten layers of disposable gloves. His once clean and tidy shirt was now soaked with some dark red unidentified liquid.
In the real world, garbage trucks have evolved to the point of being fully automated, but Gu Wenchen's is clearly only a basic version, so he still has to collect the garbage himself.
Moreover, the garbage in this world is very different from that on Earth. Most of it is a foul-smelling, sticky paste mixed with large pieces of bone and some strange household items.
When such a substance is dumped into a garbage truck, some of it will inevitably splash out, and Gu Wenchen, who couldn't dodge in time, naturally became the recipient of the splashed liquid.
No one has reported selling any clothes yet, and his henchmen are too busy running around to respond to him. So, Gu Wenchen is left to collect garbage, looking miserable and reeking of stench.
However, as the male protagonist of the original book, he naturally also possesses the qualities of a domineering CEO.
When the thin muscles she works out regularly exert themselves, they push the shirt into a perfect curve. When she sweats and drags heavy objects, her expression is full of restraint, giving her a kind of resilient and white-haired look.
As the male lead, he is certainly good-looking, but unfortunately, there is no one to appreciate him in this situation, making his attempts to appear dignified seem awkward.
Just as he finished emptying the trash and was about to put the bin down, something blood-red suddenly grabbed Gu Wenchen's wrist.
Gu Wenchen subconsciously let go of the bucket in his hand, and then desperately tried to shake off whatever was holding him.
After shaking it for a long time without letting it slip from his grasp, Gu Wenchen had no choice but to turn his head and look at it.
He saw a charred red hand attached to the arm gripping him tightly. The hand looked as if it had been fried, with the flesh shrunken and the flesh on the back of the hand appearing as if something had ripped it out.
Gu Wenchen felt the sticky texture, and the visual impact made him catch his breath. His heart pounded faster and faster in the quiet environment.
Sensing something was wrong with him, Gu Wenchen trembled and pulled a spray-like substance from his pocket with his other hand, spraying it hard on his face several times.
Feeling his emotions had calmed down a bit, Gu Wenchen suppressed his nausea and used his hands to pry open the charred palm. Unlike before, the palm was easily pulled off.
Even through several layers of gloves, the sticky feeling was still clearly perceptible.
Just as Gu Wenchen was about to throw his hand back into the garbage truck, he suddenly felt a light tickle on his palm.
The abnormally curled, reddish-brown hand seemed to unfold, and it gently rubbed Gu Wenchen's hand with its fingers.
Gu Wenchen immediately flung it away and then vomited on the ground until he felt acid reflux.
Exhausted, Gu Wenchen took out the few remaining candles from his pocket and lit them. Judging from the length of the candles, one could roughly imagine how fierce the battle had been.
Whether it was the candle that irritated the charred palm that had been tossed aside, it quickly flipped over, palm facing the ground, and crawled toward Gu Wenchen with all five fingers, moving at an extremely fast speed.
At this moment, Gu Wenchen almost screamed, but remembering his own rules, he could only bite his lip tightly and desperately pull it back. However, he did not notice at all that a bit of sticky blood on the corner of his mouth had been smeared on his lips and then put into his mouth.
His speed was no match for the unburdened, red palm; he was caught up in just a few steps.
Just as the candle began to glow brighter, a large hand appeared, grabbed the charred palm, and then shoved it into its own mouth.