Chapter 2114 (two thousand one hundred and fourteen) curling up
He thought: During the day, I put the doily on the stone, and put the steamed buns on the doily as a "tribute", and the black insect climbed through the doily and ate the steamed buns. That doily is equivalent to something used to place tributes. The piece of cloth I tore up just now is the same piece of cloth I used to "place tributes" during the day. Then... I just tore up this piece of cloth, doesn't it seem disrespectful?" Who"?
He immediately stood up, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and muttered something silently, to the effect that he had to tear up the doily as a last resort and did not mean to offend anyone.
After reciting, he still felt uneasy, but the torn pad could not be restored, so he had to curl up on his side on the ground with uneasiness, and covered his nose with the pad to prevent insects from entering. nostril.
Even though he had been with fear for so long, he still couldn't accept being with that kind of fear. Lying on the ground, he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat. He wanted to fall asleep quickly, but the more anxious he was to fall asleep, the more he couldn't fall asleep.
The ghost-like wind outside reminded him not to fall asleep from time to time, making it more difficult for him to fall asleep.
Although he couldn't sleep, he was really sleepy. This feeling made him tortured. He thought: The patriarch has really punished me! This punishment is too severe for me! If I sleep in this place like this, I don't know if the clan leader will see a corpse when he opens the door of Muxi Pavilion tomorrow, and I don't know if I will die here today.
From the day before, when Tie Wandao was around here, his subordinates always hoped that the singing would appear quickly. When Tie Wandao left, his subordinates often also hoped that the singing would appear again. Although he knew that it would definitely frighten him, at least the singing Appearing again might give him some hope of not being blamed by Tie Wandao. However, at this moment, lying on the ground, he did not want the singing to suddenly appear, and was even worried that the singing would suddenly start.
He thought: Don’t sing while I’m sleeping! Otherwise... otherwise... maybe even if the singing happens to come to mind again tomorrow when the clan leader comes, I probably won't be able to hear it - in such a terrifying place, I'm probably not far from the end of my life when the singing appears at night.
Thinking of this, all the ghost-related things he had heard about when he was a child came to his mind. He felt that his soul was being devoured, and he felt that he might not be able to breathe anymore soon.
Shrouded in fear, he curled up and slept on the ground, motionless and afraid to breathe.
He thought that if he didn't move, he might not provoke the ghosts outside him, but the ghosts were always in his heart and active in his heart. He always thinks about ghosts, as if even if he is scared to death and becomes a zombie, ghosts will still be alive.
Lying down, he gradually couldn't hear the ghostly cries outside, and his sleepiness finally broke through everything. He fell asleep, but it was already very late at night.
The next morning, the singing above Muxi Pavilion rang again.
Even though he was not awake at the time, and even though his ears were stuffed with cloth, the sound still reached his ears.
He had just opened his eyes, and at first he didn't realize what was going on. He suspected that he was still in a dream. However, the desolation of the voice quickly pulled him from half-dream to the real world, making his heart beat with fear. (End of chapter)