He sat down again and started drinking water himself.

After drinking almost the same amount, he put the water stuff back into the bag.

After a long time, he really felt a little cold. Although he didn't know when it was, he felt that it was all at night.

At this time, a strong wind blew outside again, and he felt like the wind was crying like a ghost.

He sat on the ground and hugged his curled legs and began to shake.

He felt that this would not drive away the fear in his heart, so he tried to hold the bag containing all kinds of things in his arms, as if it could drive away his little fear. It could not drive away the fear for him, at least it should bring him some warmth.

He just changed his position and hugged the bag, and he felt a little itchy on the back of his hand suddenly, as if something was crawling with his hand.

He really wanted to pat the itchy position of the back of his hand, but he felt that it should be a living bug. He was worried that killing a life in such a place would be very unfavorable for him.

He is Tie Wandao's subordinate. Under the influence of Tie Wandao, he has never been a person who values ​​life. He has seen a number of people who abused and killed people in the blue armor before, and life and death of a person is nothing in his eyes. However, at this moment, in this place where he felt that there was a very likely ghost, he actually cared about the life of the little insect, because he felt that the life of the little insect seemed to be tied to his own life, and he valued his own life.

However, he suddenly thought of a problem and felt a stern.

He thought: A little bug crawled into my hand, will there be other little bugs here?

He could not see anything, but he felt like there were worms crawling towards him in front of him, as if the dense little bugs would soon crawl over him, crawling into his ears and nose to bite him until he was bitten to death.

After thinking about it, he felt creepy and had to comfort himself: Could it be that there was only one?

Just as he thought of comforting himself, he remembered that he had seen some bugs living in groups before, and it seemed unlikely that there was only one.

He quickly put his hand into the bag and touched it, wondering if there were some small insects there. He even thought: If the small insect was in food, would it have eaten the small insects when I was eating steamed buns just now?

He suddenly felt nausea, and wanted to vomit but couldn't.

After touching for a while, he felt that there were no other bugs in the bag.

At this moment, he suddenly thought: Could this little insect be outside Muxi Pavilion? He had crawled into the bag where I put food, and was later taken into Muxi Pavilion by me?

The truth was exactly what he thought. When he was eating at the place where he heard the singing the day before, the little bug crawled into his bag, and he didn't pay attention. Later, he carried the bag into Muxi Pavilion, so the little bug also brought it into Muxi Pavilion.

He hoped that the facts were the same as he thought. After all, if this was the case, there would definitely be no dense worms attacking him.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt something was wrong with the steamed bun he was touching with.

He thought: What's going on? I just bitten only one steamed bun, why did there be two steamed buns in this bag missing one piece?

A stronger fear hit him instantly, and he felt that he was not the only one who ate his bag of steamed buns here.
Chapter completed!