Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 2114 (Two Thousand One Hundred and Fourteen) Curled Up

He thought: During the day, I put the mat on the stone, and put the steamed buns on the mat as "tribute", and the black bugs crawled over the mat and ate the steamed buns, so the mat was the same as the one I used to "put the tribute" during the day. So... if I just tore this mat, wouldn't it seem like I was disrespecting "who"?

He immediately stood up, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and muttered something to the effect that he had to tear the mat because he had no choice but to do so and had no intention of offending anyone.

After reading it, he still felt uneasy, but the torn cloth could not be restored. He had to curl up on the ground with trepidation and cover his nose with the cloth to prevent insects from entering his nostrils.

Even though he had been with fear for so long, he still couldn't accept living with such 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 harder it was to fall asleep.

The ghostly sound of the wind outside seemed to remind him from time to time not to fall asleep, making it more difficult for him to fall asleep.

Although he couldn't sleep, he was really sleepy. This feeling tortured him. He thought: The chief really punished me! This punishment is too severe for me! If I sleep in this place, I wonder if the chief will see a corpse when he opens the door of Muxi Pavilion tomorrow. I wonder if I will die here today.

Since the day before, when Tie Wandao was nearby, his men always hoped that the singing would appear soon. When Tie Wandao was away, his men often hoped that the singing would appear again. Although he knew that it would scare him, at least the singing would appear again, which would give him some hope that he would not be blamed by Tie Wandao. However, at this moment, lying on the ground, he did not want the singing to appear suddenly, and was even worried that the singing would suddenly sound.

He thought: When I sleep, the singing must not start! Otherwise... Otherwise... Maybe even if the singing starts again when the patriarch comes tomorrow, I probably won't be able to hear it. In such a horrible place, when the singing starts at night, I will probably be close to the end of my life.

Thinking of this, all the ghost-related stories he had heard as a child came flooding back to his mind. He felt as if his soul was being devoured, and he felt that he might not be able to breathe soon.

Shrouded in fear, he curled up on the ground and slept, motionless and not daring to breathe.

He thought that if he didn't move, he might not attract the ghost outside of him, but the ghost was always in his heart, active in his heart. He was always thinking about the ghost, as if even if he was scared to death and turned into a zombie, the ghost would still be alive.

As he lay there, he gradually stopped hearing the ghostly howling of the wind outside, and sleepiness finally overcame everything. He fell asleep, but it was already very late at night.

The next morning, singing sounded again from above the Muxi Pavilion.

Even though he was still asleep and his ears were plugged with cloth, the sound still reached his ears.

He had just opened his eyes and at first he didn't react to what was happening. He suspected that he was still dreaming. However, the desolate voice quickly pulled him out of his half-awake state and into the real world, which frightened him.

(End of this chapter)