I heard an old man talking, speaking in Tibetan, which I couldn’t understand.
When I looked down, I saw a little old man lying under the table!
He has gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He is very thin and looks to be in his seventies. There are bedding, pillows and quilts under the table. He sleeps under them.
After reacting, I hurriedly said: "Uncle! Are you the one visiting the ancestral hall?"
"Don't glare at me."
This little old man took a flashlight and shined it directly into my face.
"I do not understand what you're saying!"
"I'm here to deliver a message!
"Uncle Ma Liang, who lives in Xinduqiao, asked me to tell you! The scarecrow is useless! Can you understand me?"
This little old man got out from under the table. He looked at me with a puzzled face and said, "Mingkareka, let's play together, Trika is jealous!"
"My name is Xiang Yunfeng!"
"Mingka hot card Xiang Yunfeng!"
I don’t know anything else, but I know the name Kareka. It seems to mean asking what your name is.
The language inconvenience made it impossible to communicate at all. I gestured anxiously, but can anyone tell me how to say this "Climbing God" in sign language.
An idea struck me, and I immediately stood up straight on the spot, stretched out my hands and held them motionless, imitating a scarecrow.
The little old man looked at me for half a minute. He seemed to understand what I meant and his expression changed drastically.
He grabbed my arm tightly and kept yelling!
"Sir, please speak slowly, I don't understand!"
He let go of me with a very panicked expression and did a series of very strange actions.
He first knelt down and prayed in front of many spiritual tablets, and then poured the ghee from the oil lamps into a broken bowl. Then he lit the ghee with his hands and continued to dot it around the door. After lighting the door, he went to the windows and
Go up the stairs.
The little old man pushed me out forcefully, then he slammed the door and locked it.
I knocked on the door, but he ignored me.
Do you still remember Lao Zhang Hotel?
It's not in Pomegranate Village, but very close to Pomegranate Village. After the accident of Lao Zhang and his wife, the hotel has a new owner and is still in business. It's too far to go back to Xinduqiao. I went there for a night, and the new owner of the hotel didn't recognize me at all.
who is it.
I didn't take off my clothes, lying on the hotel bed, and kept scrolling through my phone.
I remember saving Zhuzhu’s phone number, but I can’t find it. The lion-headed thang card of Our Lady worshiping Yama may be the key thing! I thought I could contact Zhuzhu and ask him to return the stolen thang card.
, if it doesn’t work, I’ll give her some extra money!
I checked my phone for a long time and couldn't find the number, so I fell asleep.
Early the next morning, I was woken up by someone. I didn’t know what the noise was outside the hotel.
"Brother, what happened?" I asked a young man.
"Are you a tourist? Leave quickly. Something big happened. Someone died last night!"
"Dead?"
"Who died?"
"I told you that you don't know. It was the old man who visited the ancestral temple here who died. His death was so scary that the temple was alarmed and people came. I won't tell you. My mother asked me to come over quickly."
I saw the little old man last night. Why did he suddenly die this morning?!
Following a few people, they rushed to the ancestral hall. Many people were watching and whispering timidly. These people looked like they were all locals, and their faces were very flustered.
I walked over and saw it.
Starting from the first step of the wooden staircase and spreading upwards, every step was covered with the corpses of a kind of reptile. There were so many of them! It made people’s scalp numb when they saw it.
This kind of reptile is called watermelon worm in our area. It is not big. When you move it, it will shrink into a ball, so it is called watermelon worm.
