He thought: During the day, I put the pad on the stone, and then placed the steamed bun on the pad as a "tribute". The black worm crawled through the pad to the steamed bun and ate the steamed bun. The pad was equivalent to the stuff used for tribute. The pad I just tore just now was the same as the pad I used to "stand tribute" during the day. Then... I tore this pad like this, doesn't it seem that I don't respect "who" much?

He immediately stood up, closed his hands in his chest, and recited some words silently, saying that he had to tear the pad and did not mean that he had no intention of offending anyone.

After reading, he still felt uneasy, but the torn mattress could not be restored. He had to curl up and lie on the ground with nervousness, covering his nose with the pad to prevent the insect from entering the nostrils.

Even though he had been with fear for so long, he still could not accept being with such fear. He seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat, and he wanted to fall asleep quickly, but the more anxious he was to fall asleep, the less he could not sleep.

The sound of the ghostly cried outside seemed to remind him not to fall asleep from time to time, which increased his difficulty in falling asleep.

Although he couldn't sleep, he was really sleepy again. This feeling caused him torture. He thought: The patriarch really punished me! This punishment is too serious for me! If I sleep in this place like this, I wonder if the patriarch would see a corpse when he opened the Muxi Pavilion Gate tomorrow, and I wonder if I would die in this place today.

From the day before yesterday, when Tie Wandao was nearby, his subordinates always hoped that the singing would appear quickly. During the time when Tie Wandao left, his subordinates often hoped that the singing would appear again. Although he knew that it would scare him, at least the singing would appear again so that he could see some hope that he would not be blamed by Tie Wandao. However, at this moment, he was lying on the ground, he did not want the singing to appear suddenly, and even worried that the singing would suddenly sound.

He thought: When I sleep, the singing must not sound! Otherwise... Otherwise... I probably think the singing sounds when the clan leader comes tomorrow, and I probably can't hear it either - in such a terrifying place, probably when the singing appears at night, I am not far from the end of my life.

Thinking of this, all the things related to ghosts that I had heard of when I was a child came to his mind. He felt that his soul was being swallowed up, and he felt that he might not be able to continue breathing soon.

He was shrouded in fear and slept on the ground, motionless and did not dare to let out his vigor.

He thought that he might not provoke the ghost outside his body if he didn't move, but the ghost was always in his heart and active in his heart. He always thought about the ghost, as if he was scared to death and became a zombie, and even the ghost could still live.

As he lay down, he gradually could not hear the sound of ghostly cries outside, and his sleepiness finally broke through everything. He fell asleep, but the night was already very deep at that time.

The next afternoon, the singing of Muxi Pavilion sounded again.

Although he had not woken up at that time, and even though his ears were stuffed with cloth, the sound still came into his ears.

He had just opened his eyes, but at first he hadn't realized what was going on, and he suspected that he was still in a dream, but the desolation of the sound quickly pulled him from half-dream and half-awake to the real world, making him frightened.
Chapter completed!