Chapter 679 Little Thing
Sanjar was woken up by a sound that sounded like chopping meat.
Chop chop chop, urgent and fast, like a heavy knife chopping on a chopping board, separated by a dense layer of minced meat.
He didn't pay attention at first, just thinking that Guangfeng Restaurant was indeed a restaurant in the countryside. It had no rules at all. It actually started chopping meat early in the morning without disturbing the guests' sleep.
So he pulled the heavy quilt up over his head, trying to block out the annoying sound, and wanted to return to sleep.
I have to say that this mattress is soft and smells like soap locust. It is obvious that the store has carefully washed it and the cotton has been stretched softly. This is worthy of praise.
Sanjar also sank into it unconsciously, his consciousness relaxed again, and he almost fell asleep again.
But the sound of chopping meat still refused to stop.
It was even becoming clearer, as if it was invading his bed from all directions, as if it was chopping flesh next to his ears, pulling him out of his half-asleep drowsiness.
Sanjar sat up with a sound and threw off the quilt.
The voice was clearer, or as clear as what he heard under the covers.
He opened his eyes and didn't know what time it was. Because the window paper and cloth were covered, no light could come in, and the room was still dark.
He fumbled and turned on the spirit bead lamp beside the bed, and the faint light illuminated the entire room.
A chill suddenly came to my heart - there was a dark figure lying next to the table.
The whole person suddenly woke up.
However, when he looked closely, he saw that it was the coat and fur cloak that he had taken off, piled up beside the table like a human figure.
"It's just clothes."
He breathed a sigh of relief and forced himself to calm down.
But the heartbeat still accelerated uncontrollably.
Dong-dong-dong, a sound that seemed to be responding to the sound of chopping meat.
After listening too much, Sanjar seemed to feel that his heart was being chopped into minced meat on the chopping board, and his blood was flowing drop by drop from the chopping board.
As the thought arose, the feeling seemed more real.
He took a deep breath, got out of bed, walked to the table, and poured himself a glass of water.
The cold water slid down his throat, and he felt his sleepiness completely dissipate.
Putting on his coat, he could see from the light-transmitting paper on the door that it was still dark outside. It was probably still what they call night, although it shouldn't be yet yet according to the time of day.
However, in Mobei, the sun often only lasts for two hours in late winter, so he is used to it.
Thinking of Mobei, I couldn't help but feel anxious.
He took out a letter from his storage bag.
It was sent by my sister Elena through a high-level messenger, but even so, it took five days to arrive.
When I unfolded it, it read: Come home soon, my father is seriously ill.
He didn't know how many times he had read these five words in the past few days.
As soon as he received the letter, he hurried back, but he didn't expect to encounter such a strange thing in Xiaoluyuan, and he had to delay for one more day.
The anxiety in his heart became more and more anxious, and the continuous sound of chopping meat made him unbearable.
Sancar's nerves were like a taut string, about to reach its limit.
Looking at the letter again, I saw that I was in such a hurry that I had to stay one more night in vain. It was just a hotel, and I didn’t let anyone rest!
This is really unreasonable!
He finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw the letter on the table, and wanted to go out to have a good time.
But standing in front of the door, with his hand on the door bolt, the words of the shopkeeper's wife holding a candle suddenly came to mind:
"No matter what noise you hear at night, don't leave the room!"
His hand immediately withdrew from the door bolt as if it had been burned.
Almost!
He cursed under his breath and took a few steps back in fear. Although he is also a monk, he is only at the third level of the first level.
If your cultivation level is not high, you should be more cautious.
Moreover, he also knows that he must be careful when facing strange things. If he falls into the enemy's rules, even a strong man in the Shenzang Realm will not be able to escape unscathed.
So you still have to be careful and see clearly what will trigger the death rule.
Suddenly, he saw the light of the spirit bead lamp in his hand swaying slightly, as if swaying in the wind.
His heart tightened. The Lingzhu lamp was not a candle, so how could it vibrate?
Moreover, even if it is a fire candle, how can it shake in such a closed environment without a trace of wind?
Sanjar's heart suddenly tightened, and goosebumps instantly covered his body.
He looked around cautiously, trying to figure out what was going on in the room.
This room was supposed to be empty, he had already confirmed it when he came in, but now it seemed like there was something extra.
His eyes involuntarily fell on the cabinet standing silently in the corner.
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The cabinet door was slightly open, and the darkness seemed to be frozen in it, making no sound.
However, there seemed to be an invisible sight in the darkness, coldly seeping out from inside, staring at him.
Sanjar wrapped his coat tightly, took out a long sword from his storage bag, and held it tightly, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He carefully held the Lingzhu lamp and walked towards the cabinet.
The darkness did not change, but Sanjar felt that there must be something inside.
The light from the Lingzhu lamp entered the cabinet, and a faint light was reflected.
Sure enough – there’s something inside!
But he obviously endured his sleepiness and checked it carefully before going to bed - there was nothing in the cabinet.
He swallowed, held the sword tightly in his hand, stepped forward quickly, and used the sword to open the cabinet door.
The light from the Lingzhu lamp illuminated the cabinet.
It's still very empty, except for a dirty little stuffed doll sitting in the corner. I can't tell what its shape is. On its roughly sewn face, there are two eyeballs sewn on and polished smooth by small stones. Reflects a faint light.
It turns out to be this little thing.
Sanjar picked it with his long sword, and the doll tilted down, lying softly and without any threat.
But Sanjar would not let his guard down because he knew very well that there was no such thing in the cabinet at that time.
At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from behind.
The voice is young, crisp and sweet, like a child's laughter.
But it made Sanjar's hair stand on end.
Sanjar quickly turned around, but saw nothing...
No, he saw that the quilt he had just pushed aside had been put back on the bed at some point.
What's even weirder is that there is a bulge in the quilt, as if there is a small person hiding underneath.
Sanjar's Adam's apple slipped and he swallowed again.
He was sure it was weird.
But what does it mean to trigger a rule?
He quickly looked back and saw that the puppet that had just fallen down in the cabinet had sat up again.
Sanjar was shocked and looked at the bed again.
The bulge under the quilt was very quiet, but at some point it was lifted up. Even in the dim light, a pair of black and white eyes could be seen looking at him from the gap.