Eleven.

What's even more terrifying is that these hairs seem to be alive, squirming slightly under my feet, and many of them have climbed up to the instep of my feet, which is where the itching just now comes from.

Before I knew it, they were so dense that I felt my heart burst with fright, and I had to use all my strength to restrain myself from losing control and screaming in this state of extreme panic.

I must not let the beggars outside know that I exist.

Such a large vat of hair is not something that can be collected, he is not a barbershop, and even if it is, it is impossible to have this kind of hair with a scalp attached. It was clearly peeled off from the head, so if I was still worried about not being found out and thrown out, now I am deeply aware that if the beggar finds out about my existence, I am afraid that my life will be lost.

He has too many terrible secrets on his body, whether it is the human head on his feet or these human hair, all of which indicate that he is an extremely terrifying existence. The only way to do this was to cover your mouth and kick the camera aside, so that the more you looked, the less courage you had to stay with them.

However, just as the so-called house leak happened to be in the rainstorm, and just as I was fighting my fear in this pile of sour hair, the outside of the barrel cracked-clicked-

From far and near, there was a sound of shuffling footsteps.

As soon as I heard this strange voice, I knew it was a beggar, and I quickly held my breath and pressed against the edge of the bucket, carefully discerning where he was going. After a few steps, his heart tightened again, because just as I feared, he was coming in this direction.

As I walked all the way to the barrel, I still had a glimmer of hope that he had found something on the barrel next door, as he had done before, and that was why he would come to inspect it.

It's a pity that the heavens didn't like it, and this time he really came for the bucket I was waiting for. When he finally stopped beside the barrel, I could almost hear his hissing breathing across the board.

Then, without knowing what he was thinking, he didn't make any movement for a while, and seemed to be quietly looking at the bucket.

One second...... Five seconds...... Ten seconds...... Twenty seconds......

The long wait, though my heart was suffocating, was prompted by some hope, and I had the illusion that he might soon be gone. However, just as I moved my shoulders slightly from the suffocating stiffness, a sudden gust of wind rose above my head, and completely unexpectedly, the lid of the bucket was lifted by the beggar.

For a moment I could only close my eyes tightly, and my heart was finished.

With nowhere to hide, in a state of despair, I was like a turtle trapped in an urn in this bucket.

So it's almost a matter of resignation.

But strangely, after looking down at the barrel for a long time, the beggar lifted his head, which was more sour than the barrel, and sniffed thoughtfully. Then, under my nervous gaze, he closed the lid again. "Strange, I probably misheard, you said yes. Then he muttered softly, turned and walked back.

But he didn't take two steps, and after a shot, he came back again, lifted the lid, and looked inside again for a while.

He shook his head again, and finally closed the lid and left the place for good.

Until the sound of his footsteps was far away, my heart was still pounding as fast as when I hit the drill, so that I almost didn't feel anything anymore.

I couldn't feel the passage of time, I couldn't feel what the beggar and the head on his lap were doing to Old Lou, I couldn't feel the suffocating stench in the bucket, I couldn't even feel the scalp hair that was slowly wriggling around me.

As if in a state of silence, I forgot everything, and I curled up there motionless on my two legs.

I don't know how long I sat like this, but suddenly I faintly heard the cry of a child outside the barrel.

The voice is thin, suddenly near and far away, one after another.

Judging from this, there should be more than one child.

This made me wake up immediately, because I remembered what happened to me in the hotel before, so I couldn't help but wonder if it was the lost child of the couple in the hotel who was crying outside.

If you think about it carefully, it's not impossible, after all, children are fast-moving, maybe they really sneaked out when their father was away, and saw so many people going up the mountain last night, so they also secretly followed.

But why do they cry in the temple?

Could it be that the beggar discovered them and took them in, and what terrible thing was going to be done to them at this time??

Thinking of this, I didn't know where the courage came from, I lifted the lid on my head and stood up from the bucket violently.

Then he was about to jump out of the barrel, but his eyes were illuminated by the dazzling sunlight that followed.

I hurriedly stretched out my hand to block my face, and when I opened my eyes again, I couldn't help but be stunned.

There are no crying children out there.

Even the night was gone, and before I knew it, I was in a bucket for most of the night. At this moment, it should be the next morning, and the temple hall that has been obliquely illuminated by the sun is no longer full of haze, so everything can be seen clearly, there are no children or beggars in this simple and empty little temple, and even the old Lu on the incense case is no more, empty, just like when he first came yesterday.

If I hadn't lowered my head and saw that there were still large strands of hair with a scalp in the bucket, I would almost have thought that I had a nightmare in the bucket last night.

Fighting back my nausea and fear, I hurriedly reached into the bucket and fumbled for it, and then grabbed the camera that I had almost forgotten. Not daring to hesitate, I quickly jumped out of the barrel and ran as fast as I could, scurrying down the hill.

Ran back to the hotel in one go.

It was about the most leisurely time of the day, or it was the last night of busy work for the couple and Lao Lu, so they were resting at this time, so the inn was empty and there was no one walking around.

So I went straight to Lao Lu's residence and knocked on the door.

As expected, he wasn't there.

Then I remembered the terrible situation when I saw him last night, and I panicked in my heart, so I hurriedly knocked on Xuanyin's door again.

And yet he wasn't there.

It seems that I haven't seen him in the past two days, and I don't know if I don't want to come back after having fun in other scenic spots, or if I have changed to another place to live.

This inevitably made me a little more uncertain. After all, he is a monk, although he is a self-proclaimed monk, but he has been through everything last night, so I especially want to meet him at this time, and at the same time, I feel that it is very necessary to talk to him before I make the evidence I have public.

But he wasn't.

I could only go back to my room in a huff.

The moment the door closed, my legs were so weak that I almost fell to the ground, but I didn't have time to find a place to sit down, so I quickly ran to the dresser and opened the drawer, and stuffed the amulet that Xuan Yin had given me into my close-fitting pocket.

It is about time that people will really have some kind of dependence on religious beliefs, or ask for help, under the pressure of certain emotions.

Therefore, although I had never believed in any religion before, I was inexplicably filled with a certain comforting sense of trust in this little piece of paper, and I always felt that since the monk was not there, it seemed that I could feel a little safe with this Buddha statue by my side.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Only then did I feel that my legs were not only so sore that they were about to spurt blood, but my legs and stomach were trembling vigorously, and even the movements when I sat down were very reluctant, as if I had exhausted all my strength just now, but the things in my mind were very clear, and I could not alleviate the fear caused by the hair that surrounded me, and I could not downplay the shock caused by the 'spinning' head on the beggar's leg.

For a while, I carried the amulet, and I was torn between the two emotions of uneasiness and the acquisition of super big news for a long time, until my body finally regained its composure, and my cold and stiff fingers gradually warmed up, and then I thought of the camera that was thrown on the bed after I entered the door.

Hurriedly turned around and picked it up, turned off the record button, dialed the progress bar to almost where I entered the temple, and then pressed the play button to look inside.

The first image made me breathe a sigh of relief.

The image is very clear, especially in very dark places, and it is shot quite clearly, even the bumps when walking do not affect its viewability, so it is obvious that this shot was a great success.

Unexpectedly, not long after I continued to look down, my mood became heavier and heavier along with the picture, until it became dark.

Unexpectedly, before and after I sneaked into the temple, everything was originally so clear and successful, but when the key protagonist appeared, everything was surrounded by countless snowflakes, and not long after, the screen fell into a blurry darkness.

All the weird things that happened in the temple, all the weird things I saw, this damn camera didn't even get in the slightest!

Such an important piece of evidence! I had spent so much effort and so much risk that I had been forced to spend the whole night in the same bucket of hair with my scalp on my face that I had not been able to preserve any valuable evidence.

It's like God is kidding me.

With my mind feeling cold and empty-handed, I sat in bed, so emotionally flustered that I didn't know what to do next.

At that moment, someone suddenly slammed the door twice.

I was taken aback.

I quickly came back to my senses, closed my mouth and listened to the knock on the door, not knowing who would suddenly come to me at such a time, and I didn't have the courage to open the door to see what was going on.

He sat dryly and stiffly in place, intending to wait quietly for the man outside the door to leave, but after two more knocks, the man cleared his throat slightly, and then said something that I had never thought of anyway:

"Xiao Zhou, are you there Xiao Zhou, I'm Lao Lu. 166 Reading Network