He felt that it was already very late at that time, and thought to himself: It seems that the patriarch will not appear again today. I really want to spend a night here? If the patriarch doesn't come and open the door and let me go, I have to sleep here, but... If the little bug is not only one, will they really penetrate my ears and nose after I fall asleep? Will they bite me to death and eat my body? If I have to spend this terrible Muxi Pavilion tonight, I will tear off a part of it from another mat in the bag, put my earplugs, and then use the mat to cover my nose! Of course, it is best if the patriarch will let me out!

There was another rumbling outside, and he remembered the steamed buns in the bag he had touched before, thinking: It's troublesome, I can't figure out which of the two steamed buns was eaten by me. If I continue to eat, which one should I eat? If I eat the steamed bun that I had never bitten before, wouldn't it be like eating a "tribute"? Wouldn't that be scary?

The sound of the ghosts crying outside Muxi Pavilion was heard one after another, as if there was endless sadness. He listened, his heart was even more frightened and could not remember how many steamed buns he had eaten.

In fact, the two steamed buns were missing a portion, and they were all related to him.

Before, he felt a little hungry and took out a smaller steamed bun from the bag. After biting two bites, he seemed to realize something and put the steamed bun back into the bag. At this time, he stood up and closed his hands in front of his chest and recited some words silently. After that, he put his hand into the bag again and took out the steamed bun. At this time, he took out a larger steamed bun. He was attacked by fear and had no time to care about the others. He put the steamed bun in his mouth blankly, but he didn't notice that the steamed bun had never been bitten. He always thought that the steamed bun he had taken out was the steamed bun he had bitten before. He thought that the same steamed bun he had bitten twice, but it was actually two steamed buns.

Until later, he still didn't know that the two fewer steamed buns were bitten by himself. He thought he had met a ghost here, and thought it was a ghost biting the steamed bun that he thought he had never bitten. The things he heard about ghosts when he was a child were very scary. He remembered the saying that the ghosts he had heard might appear in various forms, and remembered that some ghosts would not be afraid of the sun when they turned into insects or other forms, and even liked the sun very much. He felt that the black worm that was eating steamed buns that he heard the singing the day before might be a form of a ghost. Therefore, he believed that the steamed buns that he saw in Muxi Pavilion were basically the same as the steamed buns that he saw in Muxi Pavilion that day were eaten.

However, his was indeed affected by his inner fear. He thought that the ghost who ate some steamed buns was a ghost, but it was him. Fear controlled him, and the ghost was in his heart. Unexpectedly, he became the "ghost who ate steamed buns" without realizing it.

After a long time, he was sleepy and, as he thought before, took out a mat from the bag, tore off a part of it, and stuffed his ears.

Just as he was about to lie on the ground and cover the remaining mattress on his nose, he suddenly remembered the piece of mattress he placed on the stone when he was eating at the place where he heard the singing the day before.
Chapter completed!