A few days ago, there was a sudden fog in the imperial city.

The fog was really strange, and it stands to reason that the usual fog would slowly dissipate as soon as the sun came out in the middle of the day, but the fog that day was not like this.

It was black and gray, with a strong damp stench that could not be dissolved, and the whole day was covered like a rainstorm approaching in the evening.

I thought I would see the big storm mentioned in the book, but I was afraid that the hut would be destroyed by the wind, so I hid in this underground chamber and did not dare to go out.

There was a faint sound of wheels running over on the ground, and it was not until I thought in my heart that the wind and waves had calmed down that I dared to cautiously walk out of the secret room.

The fog still hasn't lifted, and my little dilapidated house is still alive, but I'm wondering if this vision isn't a storm?

At this time, the sound of suona suddenly came from the alley across the wall from my small courtyard, and there was no feeling of getting closer.

It was as if someone had picked it up and blown it while someone was walking outside, and the sound of such a loud noise pierced the dead silence of the fog.

The people who live around me are all the best quarrelsters, the kind that will jump out and scold at the slightest distraction.

Today's horrible ghost weather has been so mischievous that I'm a little angry that I don't care about the world, let alone my restless neighbors.

Yesterday there were a few families who quarreled over whose family a shallot belonged to, and I don't believe they would change sex overnight.

But they were really quiet at the time, and no one jumped out to scold, but for a moment, I felt that the silence was too unreal, it was not a simple and peaceful silence, but the kind of dead silence that lost the sound of all things.

The sound of suona outside was still moving slowly, moving towards the place behind my house.

Under the eaves of the back of my house hung a small bell, which my mother had hung while she was still there, saying that it would ward off evil spirits.

I am a man of fame, and I have never believed in evil spirits, but I have not taken down the bronze bell either.

For I have tried many times, and the rope of the bell seems to have grown into the beams of the house, and I have not succeeded in removing it, despite all my efforts.

When I went to school, I often came home through the back door because I was on the way, and my mother would wait for me at the back door every day while choosing vegetables.

Later, after being ridiculed by the aunt next door who bought vegetables a few times, I gave up the idea of taking the bell, and instead regarded it as a mother.

A few bastard boys in the neighborhood are very naughty, and they just throw some rocks and rotten vegetables in my yard on weekdays, but recently they asked me for the bell behind my house and I refused.

So a few boys began to throw all kinds of bugs and dead rats into my yard with all kinds of intensity, and even let a green cauliflower snake in the day before the fog broke out.

I once went to their parents, and not only did it not help, but they also provoked the scolding and ridicule of the neighbors, who turned a blind eye to the excessive pranks of a few boys.

So when the bells started to move to the back of my house, I wondered if it was the boys who were pretending to be ghosts and trying to steal the bells.

Thinking about the neighbors' cold words and sneering attitude towards me on weekdays, I can tolerate it, but my mother's things are definitely my bottom line.

I was furious, thinking about how to teach the stinking imps a lesson, and didn't notice any suspicious changes around the yard.

I picked up a few stones from the courtyard and put them in my coat pocket, and then slowly groped my way along the earthen wall towards the place where the suona sound came from.

I cautiously lay on the wall, because it was not high enough, so I simply stepped on the stone mill pier and looked out, just one glance, my hair stood on end, and cold sweat flowed.

A few of the neighbor's children were there, but they were all now impaled with spikes and nailed to the plank.

There was a long line, except for the one who was wearing a white cloak, the rest of the people were wearing black, and they blew the suona not suona, but a bone flute with human skin stretched with blood.

I was half frightened and trembling, and I didn't dare to move, until the voice in white slowly turned its head, and I saw a long, sharp eye.

A sharp edge flashed through it, and I only felt a softness under my feet, so panicked and sluggish that I couldn't even feel the dull pain of falling to the ground.

My instincts told me that the man with the snake's eyes was going to kill me, and the breath of death was getting thicker and thicker around me, and I couldn't get up, and my hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably.

So I had to rely on the only strength of my body to move into the room, until my right hand touched a cold, round object.

I tentatively touched it back and forth, and it felt like rows of smooth scales to the touch, which in my image was not in my yard.

My cold breath gradually invaded the back of my head, and a hair-like soft touch gradually spread from the back of my ear to my cheek.

I had goosebumps crawling all over my body, and even my face was tense from the hairs standing on end.

I didn't dare to look back, so I had to beg for mercy with a trembling voice and muffled words, but the cold itch didn't stop.

The wind swept over my shoulder and saw a vague shadow about the size of my head, and it suddenly retracted into a slender red strip that made my blood cold.

I read that right, the slender red with forks is the letter of the snake!

If a snake's head is as big as a fist, then it should be considered a reckless snake, so at this time, the triangular head next to me, which is about the same size as me, what kind of body does its body have to become!

As I thought of this, the soft sensation came from my jaw again, and yes, it had just licked me with the snake letter again.

I wanted to escape, but I couldn't.

I could feel the serpent moving slowly behind me, and I closed my eyes, not daring to look at the horror again.

It was so quiet that I thought the serpent had a conscience and left.

But as it turned out, I was wrong!

I slowly opened my eyes, and I was greeted by the head of the giant serpent, and I was ready to cry out in horror.

But at that moment, the bell rang under the beams of my house, and it reminded me of what my mother had said to me before.

If you encounter a terrifying monster, don't open your mouth and scream, otherwise the monster will take the opportunity to get into your mouth and throat and find your heart and eat it together.

Originally, it was just a bluffing joke, but now, I immediately reached out and covered my mouth tightly.

The serpent pounced, and in a fit of rage it crashed into the house, and had rushed at me with its mouth wide open, but the bell on the beam rang again, and it actually stopped him.

My bones were about to fall apart, and I tried to barely support my body, but suddenly a cluster of white light passed in front of me, and I was stunned, and then I lost consciousness under the gradually blurred vision.