Entrepreneurship in a different world

There was a moment of silence, as neither of them really knew what to say.

Wen Rong saw that the other party closed his eyes and rested his mind, walked to the door wisely, opened a crack and looked out.

He didn't have time to look carefully last night, but now it's dawn and he can see the actual environment here clearly.

Surrounded by low-rise houses of similar style, the only difference is that some are bigger and some are smaller. As far as the eye can see, the horizon is tightly covered by layers of dusty roofs.In front of the door, apart from the narrow alley that was drilled yesterday, it is the back wall of the opposite house. The road surface of the narrow alley is black and shiny, mottled, sewage, garbage, feces, and before the door is fully opened, you can smell the unique stench taste.

Wen Rong hurriedly closed the door, "Why is there no one?" He remembered the voices of people who were woken up by them last night.

Looking back at the 'local' behind him, the other party stared at him again.

"brother……"

"Don't call me that." The other party said indifferently.

After yelling several times, Wen Rong quietly replied in his heart. "Then, what should I call it?"

The other party turned his eyes away, obviously unwilling to announce his name.

"You should go." The other party issued an order to evict the guest.

Wen Rong didn't hide her embarrassment, "Well... Do you think they will watch outside and wait for me to go out?"

"meeting."

Wen Rong squatted down against the door panel, touched the back of the ear, and begged embarrassingly: "Can you let me stay a few more days, I will leave as soon as they leave. Three days, no, two days will be fine!"

The 'native' closed his eyes and leaned his back against the yellowed wall.This attitude is barely agreed.

In fact, Wen Rong has made up his mind to stay here even if he is holding on to his thighs.He didn't dare to go out and throw himself into the trap now.

This 'mummy' dude is cold, but surprisingly easy to talk to.In such a critical situation last night, the other party also tacitly allowed him to follow. Although he looks cold, he is a warm-hearted person.

The warm-hearted 'local' who Wen Rong thought was sick, sat there motionless, and his breathing rhythm was consistent for the next few hours.

Wen Rong sat back on the wooden board obediently, kept touching the things on his back, feeling sad for a while, depressed for a while, then uplifted, and soon he sighed silently, although he didn't make a sound, but he had a strong sense of presence.

It was so loud that the 'local' on the other side opened his eyelids and glanced at him from time to time.

Seeing the light in the room getting darker and darker, the day just passed.

Suddenly there was a strange sound in the quiet small room.

'Gululu~~'

The 'local' opened his eyes again, and his eyes stayed on Wen Rong's stomach.

Wen Rong grinned at him, "Sorry, I tried my best to restrain myself, I couldn't help it."

"There's no food here, you won't last long." The person on the opposite side was willing to speak, but told a bad fact.

In fact, Wen Rong took a look at it quietly early in the morning. The things in this room are very simple, except for the bed, the board and the machete he almost used, there is nothing left.

"...Brother, sir, aren't you hungry?" Wen Rong looked at him with a caring expression.

"Do not."

Before the small abacus started, a sentence was blocked, Wen Rong, who was hungry and thirsty, could only press his stomach, "Actually, I'm not hungry..."

The sound of 'Gululu' slapped him in the face.However, he was thick-skinned and tough.

"I don't think they arrested you for you. There is a high probability that you won't die if you go out now, and you will have food and water." In order not to continue listening to that belly singing, the 'local' rarely suggested to Wen Rong.

"I know that I have no money or treasure on me, and what they want may be the things on my back."

The 'native' snorted, obviously not expecting this out-of-the-ordinary young man to think of this.

"Didn't you want to take them off?" This man struggled and troubled all day, not because of the 'parasitic fetus' behind him.

"But didn't you say you would die if you pick it off?" Wen Rong replied in a low voice.Besides, he has no idea how this thing came here or what its purpose is, so how could he just deal with it like this?He took over the body of the original owner, knowing that the cubs in the tumor might be the original owner's cubs, did he kill them without caring?

Not one, but five, a full five fetuses.

"Bringing them, you know it's a burden, right?" The 'local man' was a little confused about the nature of this stranger. He was afraid of death, timid and thick-skinned, yet familiar. He shouldn't be easy to make decisions like this. ?

"Hey~~ Let's take one step at a time. For burdens, let me count as an outsider, but what about their blood relatives?" Wen Rong raised his head to look at the roof, and after muttering these words to himself, he smiled freely Laughing, he touched the back of his head vigorously, "Just take it first, what else can I do?"