The black shadows that were constantly changing their shapes quickly wrapped around my feet, and the blackness of the shadows turned into countless cocked snake heads.

The upturned black head of the snake kept swallowing blood-red snake letters, and kept spinning around my feet, and the more I swirled, the higher the snake head curled.

The chicken in my hand stopped shivering, and my body gradually became cold.

I didn't dare to move, I didn't dare to resist, and I didn't dare to call for help, so I could only let the snake's head continue to tilt to my face and then no longer rotate.

At this point, the blood-red snake letter that the snake's head kept swallowing was barely a millimeter away from touching my nose.

"You want to know who I am, and you can't see me when I come to you. "It's so cold that the old man's voice that can be creepy just by hearing it is now sounding in front of me on the right again.

I followed the sound and rolled my eyes, and in my eyes there was no superfluity.

"So, what's the use of keeping these eyes?" the old man snorted coldly, and a snake head leaned forward, ready to pierce my eyes.

The unspeakable pain instantly spread through my limbs, and I could no longer hold on, screaming and falling to the ground with my eyes covered.

Warm blood spilled from between my fingers, and I couldn't feel if my eyes were still there.

I wanted to scream for help with all my might, but I held back.

If I add to his displeasure, my life will not be saved.

His cold snort was exactly the same as the one I heard after I left the shallow bay and went ashore.

"I pity you by keeping you in business. I gave you shelter from the wind and rain, and gave you a way to earn a living, but you are also a thing that does not know how to lift. Actually, they wanted to kill me one day. His voice rang in my ears immediately afterward.

"You are to blame for what you have suffered, and you can only blame yourself for thinking too much. Be restless and die!" he said again, and the store was silent.

I curled up on the ground for a long time before the unspeakable pain in my limbs dissipated, and when I could open my eyes again, it was pitch black before my eyes.

This pitch black is pitch black when you can't see your fingers.

I'm blind.

My eyes were still in their sockets, but I couldn't see any more.

I stretched out and lay on my back, suddenly wanting to laugh again.

Every time I was hopeful, I was slapped in the head.

Last time, I lost contact with my grandfather, but this time I was blind.

But I'm so strong.

The more blind I became, the more I had to fight.

I'm not deaf, I'm still able-bodied.

...... It's just, can I really do it?

Actually, I'm quite afraid of the dark.

It's just that reality doesn't allow me to be afraid of the dark, and I don't have the capital to be hypocritical, so I can only tell myself that I'm not afraid of anything.

I was paralyzed and had long forgotten that I was afraid of the dark.

The sudden blindness has made me feel afraid of the dark again.

...... I'm afraid that it won't help, who will show you weakness?!

Since there is no qualification for weakness, you can only choose to be strong.

Life kisses me painfully, and I have to slap it hard!

I lay on the ground for an unknown amount of time, but my eyes were able to see my surroundings again.

It was dark, but the kerosene lamp on the counter was still on.

The pink human skin lampshade is still there.

I got up from the ground and disposed of the dead chicken first, and then washed off the blood on my face after the soup had been cooked.

In the mirror, my eyes look the same as before.

I washed my face and went back to the kitchen and waited for the chicken until I had my fill again, without thinking about anything.

When I left the kitchen, I took out my grandfather's booklet and memorized everything I hadn't memorized.

I may be blind again at any time, or I may lose my grandfather's booklet at any time.

After midnight, another ghost came.

I entered the counter and continued to memorize the contents of the booklet while serving the ghost guests.

The existence of the human skin lampshade makes every ghost guest unable to hide their disgust, and by the way, they are also afraid of me, probably thinking that I picked up the human skin.

After five o'clock in the morning, there were no more ghost visitors.

At this point, I have memorized all the contents of the booklet.

I closed the booklet and put it away, went to drink some chicken soup, and went to the butcher's house with the kerosene lamp out.

Next, I slaughtered cows, pigs, and sheep before returning to the shop.

As the sky began to lighten, my eyes gradually stopped seeing anything.

I lay in the rocking chair with my eyes open, quietly listening to the growing excitement outside, and quietly listening to the paper man next door open the door.

I want to tell the paper man what happened yesterday right away, but I can't rush it, I need to wait for a suitable unobtrusive opportunity.

As I became blind again, my hearing became more acute and I heard all sorts of sounds that I had previously ignored.

This may be the case that there are gains and losses, and there are losses and gains.

There was no business in the shop during the day.

The paper man bought a lot of herbs, opened a Chinese medicine shop next door, and also hung up a signboard to sit in the store, only a few customers entered the store, and they were all elderly.

Sister Mazi, who sells fruit on the street, beat her greedy son again, and her son only dared to cry quietly but accidentally knocked over the fruit stall.

A cyclist happened to pass by, crushed several juicy fruits one after another, and finally slipped and fell to the ground.

The vendors shouted their products with different tones, with strong allure and strong local customs.

The sound of firecrackers rang out from time to time, mixed with crying, and it was the family of someone who had passed away and welcomed the guests who mourned.

Some of those cries were just dry howls, some were a little bit of friendship, and some were genuinely sad.

I lay quietly in my rocking chair all day, and as it got dark, my eyes were able to see my surroundings again.

The paper man's shop hadn't closed yet, so I got up from my rocking chair and lit the kerosene lamp before heading next door.

After I entered the store, I quickly told the paper man what happened yesterday, because the paper man didn't know how to treat my eyes, so he bought rehmannia that can be used to make soup and medicine, and brought it back to the store.

I added rehmannia to the chicken broth and re-simmered.

Before I could leave the kitchen, the kerosene lamp floated into the kitchen and landed on the round table in front of me.

He, is there again?

To avoid further punishment, I quickly drank most of the bowl of chicken soup in one go, then picked up the kerosene lamp and walked quickly to the counter to stand still, staring at the door with my eyes like a benchmark.

After that, until midnight until another ghost customer arrived, the store continued to be silent, and I don't know if he was still there or not.

With the arrival of ghost customers, I started to open.

It was almost five o'clock in the morning, and I had the last group of ghost guests.

The last group of ghost guests turned out to be my mother, my father, my grandmother, and my sister-in-law.

My mom and sister-in-law were wearing blood-red wedding dresses, and my dad and my grandmother were wearing clothes that were only worn on solemn occasions.

As they entered the store, our former family was neatly gathered.

I unconsciously clenched my fists and quickly released them, and at the same time, I collected the extra emotions in an instant, and my eyes met their gaze with resentment, fear, and disgust.