Quite a fantastic sound.

Wrapped in the wind, it sounded far away, but it seemed so close.

Therefore, it is obviously empty and thin like a gossamer, but every word and sentence is like a knife, a knife penetrates the eardrum, so that people can hear it clearly.

As I listened, a vague feeling suddenly struck my mind.

It felt like I was dreaming.

It's hard to think, it's hard to act, and even the air around you seems to be frozen.

Still, to be honest, the curiosity in my heart at that moment was far greater than my fear. Perhaps because they no longer have naïve expectations for the possibility of escaping the shadow of death, they want to know what the things in front of them, whether they are gods or ghosts, what they look like?

But unfortunately, just when I was looking at those white figures with my stiff neck, my body throbbed extremely sensitively, and then completely detached myself from the control of my brain, and stabbed under the table with a stab under the table.

It's as agile as a monkey.

Of course, this agility has nothing to do with me at all. Although his mind was in turmoil, his mind couldn't even control a finger of his own, so he could only watch his hands and feet drill into the middle of the table like an outsider, and then lifted a tile on the ground, and spat in his palm, while smashing the tile to smash it.

Then he grabbed the pieces with his spittled hands and sprinkled them around him with great familiarity.

As soon as I finished speaking, the voices that echoed around me came to an abrupt end, and the sudden silence was so stunned that it took me a few seconds to react, apparently I was once again stunned by the guy in my eyeballs.

It's just that unlike the previous time, this time I was completely conscious, so I could clearly feel the effect of his actions on my body.

This effect is pain, very intense pain.

Whether I was getting under the table or lifting and smashing the tiles that were firmly on the floor, it was all beyond the limits of my own strength. The parasite in my eyeballs used such an overload of force to make me burst out with such agile movements in such a stagnant state, and at the same time as this power was exerted, it was rebounded by the resistance that originally constrained my body, and the rebound force was directly exerted on my body, so that every bone and every joint of me was overwhelmed.

Therefore, he was so painful that he almost screamed, but he was controlled by the parasite, and he couldn't even make a slight □□.

I could only endure it until the most difficult moment passed, but the mystery in my mind immediately followed.

Why did this parasite manipulate me into doing this?

Is it to help me avoid things that I don't know if they are ghosts or gods?

But since I was confronted with such a transcendent thing, a circle of a table and a circle of broken tiles, how could I easily stop them from finding me?

As soon as these questions flashed through my mind, the handle on the door not far away suddenly clicked, and someone twisted it a few times outside.

But he couldn't unscrew the door a few times in a row, so he couldn't help but be anxious, so there were two loud bangs, and the man slammed the door hard while shouting into the room: "Qiu Beitang! What are you doing? What do you want to do against the door?!"

I can't answer.

The voice in his throat was stuck by the parasite, so he could only continue to be silent. This made the knocking on the door louder and more urgent: "I warn you! Qiu Beitang! If you don't open the door and wait for Lao Tzu to come in, you will suffer! Open the door! open the door!"

Before the words fell, I don't know if it was because he knocked hard, the door clicked softly and opened.

My heart beat faster, and I couldn't see what was going on outside, because I couldn't turn my head at will, and I couldn't know what the white figures who had been chasing me here would have done when they saw him break in, and whether the policeman would have been able to see them when he entered.

For at least five or six seconds after he entered, there was no sound in the room.

It was a hard five or six seconds.

Followed by a slightly hesitant footsteps, he slowly paced in the direction of the door, and asked as he walked, "Qiu Beitang, what are you doing under the table?"

I still couldn't answer, and I couldn't make gestures.

Seeing this, he may have misunderstood something, scolded lightly, and then walked to the table in a few steps and knocked the table: "Come out! Do you have the courage to explain what kind of play you are playing?"

Seeing that I was still silent, he knocked the table again: "Come out! If you don't come out, do you want me to come and invite me?"

After saying that, the leather shoes snapped and walked around the table to the front of me, but after two steps, the footsteps suddenly stopped abruptly, and he stayed motionless on the side of the table, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be instantly drained by some force, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

What happened to him......

In confusion, there was a sound beside him, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of him kneeling.

Then there was another thud, and a head fell impartially in the open space in front of me.

Seeing this, I only felt that my heart was about to pound out of my throat, because this head was none other than the policeman who was still questioning me just now.

As his head hit the ground, the big cap on his head rolled to the side, revealing his face.

His face was sallow, and his eyes were wide, as if he had seen something that shocked him when he fell to the ground.

was so frightened, but he never made a sound, and only squeezed all the panic to the top of his head, forcing his eyes to burst his eyelids, until the two eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

In such eyes, there is no anger at all, just like the eyes of a puppet, empty of shape, but completely without a trace of soul.

He died quietly......

......Just as I was seeing that my scalp was numb and my lips were dry, a voice floated out of my head, "The lunar year, the lunar month, and the lunar time are born." Beitang Beitang, saying that you are unlucky but really lucky, happened to meet such a person at this time. Hey, I said, why are you in a daze, someone blocked it for you, why don't you hurry up and slide your feet?'

After speaking, it was as if a tightly wrapped hard shell on my body suddenly crackled and shattered, and I was able to move all of a sudden.

Immediately swept around through the bottom of the table, but did not see a white figure, so he immediately propped himself up and tried to get out from under the table. But before I could poke my head out, the parasite's voice sounded in my head again, only this time, not at all as leisurely as before: 'No, come back to me.' ’

“...... Why?"

'Don't bother, you can't get out......'

“...... Why?"

'Oh, you unlucky kid only asks why these three words are true. ”

After speaking, seeing that I bit my lip and didn't say anything, he continued: "There are two ways under the blood moon, the way of ghosts and the way of gods. However, the ghost path can still take the opportunity to go around, and this way of the gods, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to let you go, so ......'

Before he could finish speaking, he paused suddenly, and at the same time I shivered.

Then he bounced to his feet, almost as if he had been burned by fire, and crawled back into the position where he had curled up earlier, and then stared at the corpse in front of him, which I had deliberately ignored, and shook his shoulders again.

Because just now, I realized that this corpse had turned black entirely......

Not only was it black, but it was also swollen all over the body.

But if you look closely, you can see that it turns black, and in fact, the whole corpse is crawling with rats.

Hundreds of rats the size of kittens, densely packed into the place, came into this place out of nowhere, and in the short moments that I had spoken those words to the parasite, they gathered silently, and lay motionless on the corpse of the policeman, covered in shiny black hair.

Aware of my gaze, they gently arched their pointed noses as they looked at me with their small, bulging eyes.

Then he squeaked at me.

Strangely, this cry sounds quite familiar, faintly, as if six words are in infinite reincarnation:

"Nam no Amitabha...... Nam no Amitabha...... Nam no Amitabha ......"

I couldn't help but feel excited again.

Sky...... This is actually a group of rats who can recite scriptures.......