Chapter 2106 (Two Thousand One Hundred and Six) Black Insect
He thought: I don’t know when the patriarch will come. It would be great if he came just in time to catch “her” singing again! Otherwise, will the patriarch be furious and do anything to me?
Many thoughts passed through his mind. He was afraid of ghosts and the clan leader. In order to prevent being punished by the clan leader, he felt that even if the singing was really from a ghost, he also hoped that the singing would appear again. Of course, he hoped that even if "she" was really Ghost, that ghost shouldn’t hurt anyone.
At noon, he took out the food he had brought and ate it on the spot. Suddenly he bit his tongue. He actually thought it might have been caused by something he hadn't done carefully.
So he put the steamed buns in his hand into the bag, stood facing the stone with complex patterns on it, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and muttered something to the effect that he was hungry and wanted to eat. Put one of the steamed buns on a clean cloth like a tribute. If you don't know how to eat it, anyone who is hungry can come and eat it.
Next, just as he said, he took out a clean doily he brought with him from the bag and spread it next to the stone where he was sitting, and put a steamed bun on the doily. Then I ate the steamed bun that I had eaten some before.
After taking a few bites, he found that the steamed buns were a little choking, so he took out the water he brought to drink.
After just taking a few sips, he noticed with his peripheral vision that there seemed to be something dark above the steamed buns placed next to him as "tribute".
Looking down, he was so frightened that he choked on his water.
It turned out that there was a thick black insect as long as his hand crawling on top of the "tribute" steamed bun! The bug was soft and eating leisurely on the steamed bun.
He didn't know what kind of insect it was, but he thought it looked very scary, so he immediately stood up with the steamed bun he was eating.
Tie Wandao's men thought: I don't even know what kind of insect this is, so it's better not to think of it as an insect. Maybe it was the incarnation of someone. It is willing to eat my steamed buns, which should be a good thing, right?
He thought that the reason why he choked on the water before was because he just placed the steamed buns there "as a tribute" but did not provide water. So he immediately put the steamed bun in his hand into the bag on his body, stood facing the stone with a complicated pattern on the lower end again, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and muttered something silently, to the effect that he had not taken out the water just now. It was his negligence, take it out now.
After he finished speaking, he sprinkled some of the water he drank on the ground.
Now he felt more at ease and continued to eat.
The sun was bright at that time. If it were normal, he would hide in a cool place because he didn't want to be exposed to the sun. However, at this moment, he felt that the sun shining on him could reduce his inner fear to a certain extent, so not only did he not avoid it, but he also I wish the sun was brighter.
When he was about to take another sip of water, he was worried about choking again. Seeing that the water he poured on the ground seemed to be almost dry, he sprinkled some more water on the ground before drinking, and then drank with peace of mind.
From then on, every time he drank water, he would sprinkle some on the ground before drinking, and he did not choke afterward.
After he had eaten enough, he sprinkled a little water on the ground, took another sip of water, and thought lunch was over.
He wanted to go back to sit on the rock before, but the thick black insect was still crawling on the bun and basking in the sun.
(End of chapter)