Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Therefore, he must find a place where people can live before hypothermia occurs.

In comparison, mosquito bites have become the least of our concerns.

"Goodness..."

A gentle breeze whistled in my ears.

Yang An paused for a moment, then stopped in his tracks.

The wind felt cool against my skin, making me shiver involuntarily.

He seemed to have heard it...

I heard that woman's voice.

Is it fake... or just a hallucination?

"Goodness..."

It was another extremely long call.

It seems so close, yet so far away.

This time he was finally certain that it was definitely not a hallucination.

This is a real sound.

Jiang Nianxi has come out.

Extreme panic and lingering fear instantly filled Yang An's entire body.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably.

run!

run!

Run!

Even if your legs ache, you have to force yourself to keep moving.

the other side.

Jiang Nianxi was still wearing the dress she had washed.

The surface still bears the stains left from the struggle.

She looked at the marks on the path.

Besides the tire tracks, there was also a very obvious footprint.

barefoot.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi was not empty-handed.

Her right hand was dragging a long axe.

The axe was used by the old man when he was a hunter to chop tree branches.

It has a long wooden handle and the axe head is painted red.

The axe blade already showed signs of wear, revealing the silvery-white iron inside, and even some rust.

With each step, a long trail is left behind in addition to the footprints.

"Goodness..."

Jiang Nianxi called out loudly.

She knew that Yang An could definitely hear her.

Here, mountains abound, and sounds can travel very, very far.

"Come back...it's dangerous outside..."

One sentence after another.

It was as if she was truly warning her loved one.

Hurry home.

There are delicious meals and a warm bed at home.

Beauty is here.

Happiness is here too.

"Goodness..."

I can't run anymore.

I really can't run anymore.

Yang An's lungs were like a broken-down blower, exchanging air with the outside.

He felt his throat was incredibly dry.

He wanted to drink water.

The blood on his face had congealed, but mosquitoes were still swarming around him.

It hurts to step on the gravel.

Without even looking, Yang An knew that his feet must be in a terrible state.

"go home……"

The sound, sometimes near, sometimes far, was like the whispering of a succubus.

This is an invisible stimulus.

Yang An's body is nearing its limit.

It was getting completely dark.

The field of vision ahead became extremely limited.

He could hear some nocturnal birds beginning to sing.

There were also some strange noises, and I couldn't tell what kind of animal they were.

The mere combination of these elements is enough to plunge a person's heart into deep fear.

An unfamiliar environment, a lonely atmosphere.

It's not the most fatal.

The most fatal thing is...

Hypothermia has begun.

With each step taken, the body loses heat without replenishing it.

The cold air outside, like a tireless vampire, relentlessly drained the heat from his body.

This is in the mountains, so the temperature will only drop faster than at the foot of the mountain.

The huge temperature difference would completely kill Yang An in half an hour.

If we stop now and curl up together, we might be able to live a little longer.

Continuing to burn calories will only lead to death in hallucinations.

"hehe……"

"Goodness..."

Jiang Nianxi's gentle voice seemed to be getting closer and closer.

The echoes collided among the mountains.

Is it just my imagination?

Yang An coughed a few times, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"This place is far from the city center...you can't escape..."

"Go home... sweetie..."