Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 2112

He sat down again and drank the water himself.

After he had almost finished drinking, he put the water back into the bag.

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

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

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

He felt that this would not be able to drive away the fear in his heart, so he tried to hold the bag filled with various things in his arms, as if it could drive away some of his fear. Even if it could not drive away his fear, it should at least bring him some warmth.

He had just changed his posture to hold the bag when he suddenly felt an itch on the back of his hand, as if something was crawling on his hand.

He really wanted to slap the itchy spot on the back of his hand, but he felt that it must be a living insect. He was worried that killing a life in such a place would be very bad for him.

He was Tie Wandao's subordinate. Under Tie Wandao's influence, he had never been a person who valued life. He had seen the mass slaughter of blue-armored people before, and the life and death of people were nothing in his eyes. However, at this moment, in this place where he thought there might be ghosts, he actually cared about the life of the little bug, because he felt that the life of the little bug was tied to his own life, and he valued his own life.

However, he suddenly thought of a question and felt a chill in his heart.

He thought: A small bug crawled onto my hand, are there other small bugs here?

Although he couldn't see anything, he felt as if there were groups of small insects crawling towards him, as if the densely packed small insects would soon cover his body, crawl into his ears and nose and bite him until he was bitten to death.

He felt creepy when he thought about it, so he had to comfort himself: Could there be only one?
Just as he thought of words to comfort himself, he remembered that he had seen some insects living in groups before, and it seemed unlikely that there was only one. He quickly reached into the bag to feel around, wondering if there were any insects in it. He even thought: If there were insects on the food, would I have eaten some when I was eating the buns just now?

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

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

At this moment, he suddenly thought: Could it be that this little bug was from outside the Muxi Pavilion, and had crawled into the bag where I kept my food, and was then brought into the Muxi Pavilion by me?

The fact was exactly as he thought. When he was eating at the place where he heard the singing the day before, the little bug crawled into his bag, but he didn't notice it. Later, he carried the bag into Muxi Pavilion, and brought the little bug into Muxi Pavilion.

He hoped that the facts were as he thought. After all, if that were the case, there would definitely not be so many swarms of insects attacking him.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the steamed bun in his hand.

He thought: What's going on? I clearly only ate one bun just now, why are there two buns in the bag with one piece missing?

An even stronger fear suddenly came over him, and he felt that he was not the only one eating the buns in his bag.

He shuddered again and immediately took his hands out of the bag, clasped them together in front of his chest, and muttered something to himself, telling whoever ate the bun to eat it as long as it didn't hurt him.

(End of this chapter)