"Emma is so tired of me." I moved my muscles and swept away the fruit from the plate like a wolf, but I still didn't feel anything. People are iron and steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. I stood up, ready to look around the room for anything else to eat.

I tore off all the strips of cloth that were in the way on my feet, and I ran around the house barefoot. I didn't see what the room looked like when the sedan chair was brought in, and now I was locked inside, and I could only rely on the dim yellow light to deduce the structure of the house. Fortunately, the room was clean and the structure was not complicated, with a passage leading to the door connecting the hall where I was, and a small door at the back, so there were no other rooms.

The house was made of wood, and it creaked and creaked when you walked up, which seemed extremely incongruous in the silence of the deep mountains and old forests. I tiptoed to see that there was a small window in the wall of the living room, which was a little high, but still had a good view of the outside. Tonight's moon was big and round, like a light bulb, and the moonlight poured into the floor like water and frost, slowly spreading with the change of time.

"Hey, how long am I going to stay here, and have Qin Chuyi and Song Qiulan come to me?" I sighed and lay down on the floor. I don't know if this house is a dry bar, the floor is not very cold, I plan to sleep all night with my clothes together, and find a way to escape when those people come to deliver food the next day.

The night in the mountains was cold, a little cold for the summer season, and the house seemed even colder because of the silky drizzle that began to fall outside the window. I turned off the lights in the room, curled up in the corner, and tried to fall asleep several times with my hands on my knees, but all of them failed, and I could only keep counting the dumplings with my eyes open, but the more I counted, the more awake I became.

The rain outside the window was heavy and crackling on the wooden roof. I began to count the days on my fingers, August 28th, and in a few days it will be September. I remember that one day in August was a special day, and Persona was going to be published on that day, and I was ready in advance, but I couldn't remember what day it was.

"The eighth day of the first month is the twenty-first one. Fifteenth is the twenty-eighth, July 15th...... Midyear Festival! "I reacted suddenly, today is the day of the supplement to "Persona", a special issue of the Midyear Festival, I didn't expect it to be today.

The sleepy bugs that had just been counted were all gone. I looked at the empty room and was a little scared. The Midyear Festival, commonly known as the Ghost Festival in our country, is to worship ancestors, and once a year is equivalent to the lunch of the ghost in a day. Therefore, many people say that they can see their deceased relatives on the day of the Midyear Festival.

I came here at this time of the Midyear Festival, I was really unlucky to get home, and I didn't have any relatives in the mountains. The sound of the rain around the hut now sounded to me as a deep and shallow footstep, moving back and forth on the floor, and I quickly closed my eyes.

"Smack."

A crisp sound appeared beside me, like a drop of water falling onto the floor. It sounded so harsh that my whole heart was shaking.

Don't look at it, don't think about it. Just wait until daytime. I told myself and slowed my breathing.

"Smack."

Again, this time it sounded closer to me. Could it be that the roof is leaking? I'm starting to wonder if I should get up and check it out. If it does leak, it will be troublesome, and this wooden structure will not withstand the heavy rain overnight.

After much thought, I decided to get up and take a look. Just as I was about to open my eyes, a drop of water fell from the top of my head and dripped directly onto my clothes. The pattern of the clothes is red and white, and the place where the drips is exactly the red one, and the bright red gradually darkens. Clotted on it like a blood clot.

I swallowed, shifted my body, and slowly stood up against the wall, shuddering in the direction of the wall switch. "Click" snapped the switch. Watching the room turn from darkness to light again, I didn't feel any peace of mind in my heart. I was a little scared if it was rain or blood for what had just dropped, but the lights were on, and there was no reason not to see clearly.

My eyes were fixed on the place where I had just sit, and sure enough, there were deep and shallow water stains on the floor. But according to that vague imprint. It was impossible to tell if it was red or transparent, and it was all jet black in the dim light.

It's okay, it's okay...... I kept reassuring myself and slowly looked up at the place I had just seen. The neck is like a machine in disrepair, making a creaking sound, and the brain, which was still cold just now, has oozed cold sweat at this moment. This process of suspicion is nothing short of torture.

Just when my heart was about to jump out of my throat, I was ruthless, looked up sharply, and finally saw the source of the water droplets. The roof had begun to turn black under the infiltration of water droplets, and the droplets that were about to fall condensed in the middle of the black trail and fell staggeringly.

Syllable.

It's water.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Fatigue quickly set in after the nervousness, and I went to another corner and sat down, taking advantage of the rare sleepiness to fall asleep.

His thoughts had just caught up with Zhou Gong, but he heard a quick knock on the door in a trance.

"Is anyone there?" Bang bang bang.

"Please open the door! Borrow a place to hide from the rain! "Bang bang bang.

"Is anyone there?" Bang bang bang.

I rubbed my eyes, and then I realized that the rain outside the window had started to fall heavily. The fierce knock on the door was like a signal, and then a thunderclap fell from the sky, and I was so frightened that I woke up from the haze.

The planks beneath him creaked, but they were almost submerged in the torrential rain. If you don't speak loudly at this time, you won't be able to hear at all. I looked across from the place where I had slept as a deep and shallow pool of water, and the sound of water droplets had changed from crisp to exquisite.

After the thunder, the knocking on the door continued, and I thought I had heard it wrong, perhaps I had already begun to dream the moment I had just fallen asleep.

"I know there's someone in there!" The voice rang out again. Now I woke up completely.

"If you don't want to open the door, I'll go under the tree opposite!" The voice continued to speak to itself.

After a rush of footsteps, there was no more knocking on the door. Did he really go to the opposite tree to hide from the rain? Who is he, and why does he appear in the mountains in the middle of the night? Could it be someone else who is participating in the sacrifice, someone is guarding me outside?

With a barrage of questions, I spent the first day of the sacrifice in this horrible wooden house. (To be continued.) )