The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 679 Little Thing
Sanjar was awakened by a sound that sounded like chopping meat.

Chop, chop, chop quickly and quickly, like a heavy knife chopping on a chopping board, with a layer of dense minced meat in between.

He didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that Guangfenglou was indeed a restaurant in the countryside, without any rules at all. They actually started chopping meat early in the morning without caring about the guests' sleep.

So I pulled the heavy quilt higher over my head, trying to block out the annoying sound and return to sleep.

I have to say that the mattress is soft and it smells like soapberry. It's obvious that the store owner washed it with great care, and the cotton is also fluffy, which 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 refused to stop.

It even became clearer and clearer, as if it was invading his bed little by little from all directions, as if it was chopping meat beside his ears, pulling him out of his half-asleep drowsiness.

Sanjar sat up with a bang and threw away the quilt.

The sound was clearer, or as clear as he had heard it in bed.

He opened his eyes, not knowing what time it was because the window was covered with paper and cloth, so no light could get in and the room was still pitch black.

He fumbled and turned on the spirit lamp beside the bed, and the faint light illuminated the entire room.

A chill suddenly surged into my heart - there was a dark figure lying next to the table.

The whole person suddenly became sober.

However, when he looked closely, he saw that they were the coat and fur cloak he had taken off, piled on the table like a human figure.

"Just clothes."

He breathed a sigh of relief and forced himself to calm down.

But my heartbeat still accelerated uncontrollably.

Dong, dong, dong, the sound seemed to be responding to the sound of chopping meat.

After hearing this so many times, Sanjar felt as if his heart was being chopped into minced meat on a chopping board, with blood dripping from the 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.

As the cold water slid down his throat, he felt his drowsiness completely dissipate.

After putting on the coat, I could tell from the dark paper on the door that it was still dark outside. It was probably still what they called night, although it shouldn't be that time yet.

However, in Mobei, in deep winter the daylight hours are often only two hours long, and he is used to it.

Thinking of Mobei, I couldn't help but feel anxious.

He took out a piece of letter from his storage bag.

It was sent by my younger sister Elena using a high-level message talisman, but even so, it took five days to arrive.

When I unfolded it, it said: Come back soon, your father is seriously ill.

He had no idea how many times he had read these five short 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 had to stay for another day.

His anxiety grew more and more, burning in his heart and making him unable to tolerate the incessant sound of chopping meat.

Sanjar's nerves were like a taut string, about to reach their limit.

I read the letter again. I was so anxious but I had to stay one more night in vain. It would have been fine if I just stayed in a hotel, but I wasn't even allowed to rest!
This is really unreasonable!

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw the letter on the table, and wanted to go out and have a good talk.

But as he stood in front of the door, his hand already on the bolt, the words that the shopkeeper's wife had said by candlelight suddenly came to his mind:
"No matter what noise you hear at night, don't leave the room!"

He immediately pulled his hand back from the bolt as if it had been scalded.

Almost!

He cursed in a low voice and took a few steps back with lingering fear. Although he was also a cultivator, he was only at the third level of the initial realm.

If your cultivation level is not high, you should be more cautious.

Moreover, he also knew that he had to be careful when facing weirdness. If he fell into the enemy's rules, even a strong man in the Shenzang realm would find it difficult 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 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 shake?

Moreover, even if it was a candle, how could it sway in such a closed environment without a trace of wind?
Sanjar's heart suddenly tightened and goose bumps instantly covered his body.

He looked around cautiously, trying to make sense of what was going on in the room.

The room should have been empty, he had confirmed that when he came in, but now it seemed like there was something new.

His eyes involuntarily fell on the cabinet standing silently in the corner.

The cabinet door was slightly open, and the darkness seemed to be frozen inside, dead silent.

However, there seemed to be an invisible sight in the darkness, coldly penetrating from it and staring at him intently.

Sanjar wrapped his coat tightly, took out a long sword from his storage bag, held it tightly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He held the spirit lamp carefully and walked towards the cabinet.

The darkness did not change, but Sanjar had a feeling that there must be something inside.

The light from the spirit bead lamp shone into the cabinet, reflecting a faint glow.

Sure enough—there’s something inside!

But he clearly resisted the urge to sleep and checked carefully before going to bed - there was nothing in the cabinet.

He swallowed, gripped the sword tightly, stepped forward quickly, and used the sword to pry open the cabinet door.

The light from the spirit bead lamp illuminated the cabinet.

It was still quite empty, except for a dirty little rag doll sitting in the corner. It was impossible to tell what shape it was, with two eyeballs sewn on its roughly sewn face, and the polished pebbles reflected a faint light.

It turned out to be this little thing.

Sanjar poked it with his sword, and the puppet tilted to its side, lying limply and threatening nothing.

But Sanjar would not let his guard down because he knew very well that this thing was not in the cabinet at that time.

Just then, a light laugh suddenly came from behind.

The voice is tender, clear and pleasant, like a child's laughter.

But it made Sanjar shudder.

Sanjar looked back quickly, but saw nothing...

No, he saw that the quilt that he had pushed aside just now was covered on the bed again at some point.

What's even more strange is that there is a bulge in the quilt, as if there is a little person hiding underneath.

Sanjar's Adam's apple slid and he swallowed again.

He was sure it was weird.

But what counts as triggering the rules?

He quickly looked back and saw that the puppet in the cabinet that had just fallen down had sat up again.

Sanjar was startled and looked at the bed again.

The bulge under the quilt was very quiet, but a corner of it was lifted up at some point. Even in the dim light, one could see a pair of clear black and white eyes looking at him through the gap.