Chapter 2112 (Two Thousand One Hundred and Twelve) One
He sat down again and drank the water himself.
After he was almost done drinking, he put the water bottle back into the bag.
After a long time, he really felt a little cold. Although he didn't know what time it was, it felt like it was night.
At this time, a strong wind blew outside again, and he felt like the wind was crying like a ghost again.
He sat on the ground hugging his curled legs and began to tremble.
He felt that this could not drive away the fear in his heart, so he tried to hold the bag containing various things in his arms, as if it could drive away some of his fear. Even if it could not drive away the fear for him, at least it should be able to give him He brings some warmth.
As soon as he changed his position to hold the bag, he felt a sudden itch on the back of his hand, as if something was crawling on his hand.
He wanted to pat the itchy spot on the back of his hand, but he felt that it should be a living insect. He was worried that killing a life in such a place would be very detrimental to him.
He is Tie Wandao's subordinate. Under Tie Wandao's influence, he has never been a person who values life. He had seen the massacre of blue-armored people in the past, and people's life and death were nothing in his eyes. However, at this moment, in this place where he thought there might be a ghost, he actually cared about Xiao Chong's life, because he felt that Xiao Chong's life seemed to be tied to his own life. What he valued was own life.
However, he suddenly thought of a question and his heart trembled.
He thought: A bug crawled onto my hand. Are there other bugs here?
Although he couldn't see anything, he felt as if there were swarms of bugs crawling towards him in front of him, as if the dense worms would soon crawl all over him, crawl into his ears and nose and bite him. , until he bites him to death.
He felt creepy after thinking about it, so he had to comfort himself: Could there be only one?
Just when he thought of words to comfort himself, he remembered that he had seen some bugs living in groups before, and felt that it was unlikely that there was only one. He quickly put his hand into the bag and touched it, wondering if there might be bugs in it. He even thought: If the bugs were on the food, would I have eaten the bugs when I ate the steamed buns just now?
He suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to vomit but couldn't.
After touching for a while, he felt that there were no other bugs in the bag.
At this time, he suddenly thought: Could this little insect be from outside Muxi Pavilion? It had crawled into the bag where I put food before, and was later brought into Muxi Pavilion by me?
It was exactly what he thought it was. When he was eating at the place where he heard the singing the day before, the little bug crawled into his bag, and he didn't notice it. Later, he carried the bag into Muxi Pavilion, and just took the little bug with him. Entered Muxi Pavilion.
He hoped that the facts were as he thought. After all, if this were the case, there would definitely not be dense insects attacking him.
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong with the steamed bun he was touching.
He thought: What's going on? I obviously only bitten one steamed bun just now, so why are there two steamed buns missing in this bag?
A stronger fear suddenly struck him, and he felt that he was not the only one eating the buns in his bag.
He shuddered again, immediately took his hands out of the bag, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and muttered some words silently, to the general effect of telling the person who ate the steamed buns to just eat it, as long as it didn't hurt him.
(End of chapter)