The fat man and I did it for no reason. After taking it off, the man began to pour all the charcoal from the charcoal stove on the wooden floor. The charcoal stove was burning red, and the wooden floor quickly emitted a strong burnt smell. The man used his Tibetan robe to cover the charcoal and quickly wiped out all the charcoal. After the charcoal was destroyed, he wrapped some hot charcoal ash in our clothes, and after wrapping, he let us hug it on our bodies.

After finishing, the man grabbed my hand, looked at my watch, and said, "Now you must understand what I am saying within three minutes, and do as we have no time anymore. The package in your hands is your only chance to live."

I'm wondering why this is happening. If it becomes very cold later and we need something to keep warm, then we are now taking off all and holding a hot bag of clothes, which doesn't seem to be of much use.

How much cold can this bag resist? Our upper body is exposed and has no meaning. If this is not the case, then what is the use of this bag? Is it because of the dust inside?

The fat man asked, "Do we want to catch the ashes inside and spread the enemy's eyes and blind them all?"

The lama's face was twisted and he shouted, "Don't be upset!"

The fat man was about to drink back when suddenly all the windows in the big lama's room began to vibrate. The lama looked at the windows and immediately made a move to us that he would not speak. We covered our mouths, adjusted our breathing, and looked at the glass window at some point, and many strange shadows appeared.

The shadow is very light, very much like the branches of trees are printed on the window. But we all know that this is impossible because there are no trees in the yard.

Seeing that we were almost lying on the ground, the lama grabbed the back of our necks and picked us up, then pointed to the charcoal bag in our hands, and said in an extremely low voice: "Hold this thing and follow me as fast as possible." After that, he pointed to the door and signaled the fat man to open the door.

The whole window was shocked very much. I felt very upset because I knew there must be something in the window door. But what are those things?

If they are actual entities, people or monsters, then their shadows on the window will definitely be darker and deeper. But the shadows are mottled, and I can't imagine what kind of scene it is outside.

And a few minutes before I closed the window, I looked outside the window and there was nothing. Now that this is just a little time, it suddenly became this situation. Where did these things come from? But I think it would be impossible to hear this lama's words, because no matter what, he would not kill himself.

I looked at the fat man and nodded. The fat man and the lama touched the door and slowly opened the door. Suddenly, the lama stepped forward. At that moment, I saw that the lama opened his charcoal ash bag and sprinkled the charcoal ash inside on me and the fat man, and then ran away by myself.

Fatty and I were so crazy that we couldn't breathe, our bodies and faces were covered with our bodies and faces, and we had to slap them constantly. Before we could see the situation in front of us, countless flying insects flew in from the door. In a blink of an eye, the overwhelming insects rushed towards us. Damn, the room was filled with all of a sudden, like flies, and I kept slapping them and found that these insects were very powerful. Once they stuck to people, they would drill under your skin.

Before I could beat me a few times, I was covered in bruises. At this moment, my eyes could see the situation ahead and I was stunned. I saw that the entire yard was densely packed with these insects, and all the insects were rushing towards the house as if they smelled some fishy smell.

Damn, where did these bugs come from? Just now, there weren't one a few minutes ago. What's going on in this temple? Either people suddenly disappear, or there are a lot of bugs suddenly appear.

The fat man was even worse than me and shouted, "Fuck me, the bald donkey plotted against us again."

I said, "Why didn't the bug bit him and ran straight towards us?"

The fat man said: "It must be because of the incense ash. I'll throw that package away."

The fat man and I threw the charcoal ash package to the side. Sure enough, the insects almost headed in the direction of the charcoal ash. Soon, our clothes wrapped in the charcoal ash were immediately bitten to pieces. The insects drilled into the hot charcoal ash and were immediately burned to death, but the insects behind them still crawled in one after another.

At this point, we had a chance to breathe and retreated to the corner of the room. While I was patting the bugs on my body and observing, I found that the bugs looked like fireflies.

"How can fireflies bite people?" said the fat man.

I am even more surprised because fireflies live in humid places, and there are fireflies in places where cold temperatures are sub-zero for many years.
Chapter completed!