By the time he woke up, it was already afternoon.

The sun was gone, the sky was cloudy, and the north wind was blowing tighter.

Ringer put on his clothes, got up, took some firewood from the yard, stuffed it into the fireplace, had to make a fire, it was too cold outside, well, he came to the courtyard, looked at the sky above him, as if he could pluck a dark cloud with snowflakes with a hand.

Is it going to snow?

The weather in Siberia is unpredictable, and here, when it says snow, it snows.

The fireplace began to make a fire, the fire crackled, the priest dried the firewood very dry, and the pine wood with resin burned vigorously.

With fire, the whole body is warm.

In order to prevent people from coming to pray, mass, penance, etc., Ringer locked the door behind him, and he needed to enjoy life quietly and think about his life plan by the way.

Of course, the most important thing is to keep the skeletons from causing trouble.

Is it still coming tonight? Ringer didn't think it would come, the temperature dropped more sharply tonight than last night, and the cold people's teeth were fighting up and down.

The skeleton has no muscles, and in such a cold weather, I'm afraid that the skeleton will freeze, and he won't come.

Ringer comforted himself for a while, and found a wine glass, he planned to drink all the two barrels of wine in the cellar when the priest returned, and not a drop was left for the priest, the priest's heart was not good, and what kind of wine did he drink, I am a not very devout believer who saves the priest and saves God.

Alcohol was surging in his blood, and Ringer didn't know how many glasses he had drunk, he didn't feel cold, he just felt hot all over his body, and his blood was swollen.

Damn Mo Han, I didn't expect his wine to be brewed so well, and it was really unseemly.

Ringer was not like a priest, he was a good drinker, but he had self-control, and when he had almost drunk, he stopped, and he thought that he could not rely on alcohol and a fireplace to keep warm, and that he had to have winter clothes.

So he went to the priest's closet, and rummaged through the cabinets, and there were cotton clothes, but the priest and the man were so small that his clothes did not fit Ringer at all.

In the clutter cupboard, Ringer discovered the New World, where there are some high-quality cotton materials, which are specially supplied to the priest to make winter clothes, and Mohan may not have had time to use it, and now, Ringer seems to have picked up a treasure.

These materials are enough to make a new set of cotton clothes for himself, and after he estimated, he went out with confidence.

There was really a grain of snow floating in the sky, one by one.

In the middle of the village, Ringer laid down his large baggage on the table of the tailor Oxford.

Oxlevin was one of the most hated Ringers in the village, he was white and chubby, and in winter it was free air conditioning for him.

"What?"

"See for yourself."

Oxlevin's eyes looked at him, and his hands were unpacked.

"Oh, what do you want to do with such a good cotton?"

"What, as soon as the cold winter comes, you will close your business?"

Oxeljin opened the cotton, stretched it, and after putting it down, asked, "Where did it come from?" ”

"Father Muhan gave it to me."

"Lie, Father Mohan went to the town yesterday to heal."

"If you don't believe it, I can't help it."

Oxlevin seemed a little curious: "Last night, what happened, I heard that you were at the scene, you saw that skeleton?" ”

"Of course, I also participated in the fight off the attack of the skeleton demon, without me, the priest would have been finished a long time ago, understand, want to know more, work, make clothes."

Oxlevin showed disdain: "If you don't say it, you won't say it, but the priest is not there, and I can't measure it with him." ”

Ringer laughed: "It's not his, it's mine." ”

A pair of Oxleved's eyes that looked like bull's eyes suddenly burst out: "What are you kidding, I heard you right, you want to be a priest?" ”

Ringer had already thought about it on the way here.

"No, the priest took me as an apprentice in view of my righteous and righteous act last night, and I will soon be a priest and then a priest."

"To become a priest, you have to go to the convent, sir, you are playing tricks again!"

Naturally, how to become a priest, in terms of procedure, Ringer didn't understand it, so he made it up according to his own experience and knowledge, but he didn't expect that he would be exposed here by a tailor.

"I'm not playing tricks, really, the priest said, the monastery won't accept it like me, so let me be decent, sew a set of cotton clothes first, and when the priest comes back, I'll go to the convent, now, do you need to explain?"

Oxeljin looked at the cotton again and again, and said, "Well, for Father Mohan's face, I'll help you, honorarium, twenty roubles." ”

Ringer replied happily: "Don't worry, the priest said, when he comes back, no money will be indispensable for you, don't you want to hear what wonderful story happened last night?" ”

Oxlevin nodded desperately.

"Then you measure the height and size first, while you work, I tell you, everyone is not tired, don't you say?"

"You scoundrel, well, I'm deeply attracted to you."

Ringer stayed at the tailor's house late into the night, and had a good dinner with a mix of food and drink.

After dinner, he went out with a full burp, and the tailor said that the new clothes would be ready the day after tomorrow.

Ringer was very satisfied with the tailor's Yunruo, and walked down the road, a little floating, look, how witty I am, my new clothes are about to arrive.

After walking for a while, the cold wind blew, Ringer's head dropped a little temperature, the surroundings were extremely dark, the wind lamp in his hand emitted a light like fireflies, and the low night was like a huge iron pot lid covering the earth impermeable.

On the ground, there is a thin layer of snow, and it is a little slippery to step on.

There was still some way to go to the church, and Ringer was vigilant, and he felt that something was quietly following him, and he was afraid, and he was afraid from the bottom of his heart, really, there must be something following him.

A strange feeling surged through Ringer's heart, and he scurried back and forth in the cage like a little mouse in an iron cage trap. He always felt that he was being watched by something cold and inexplicable that had no affection for him, and he was hiding and crawling around him, yes, that's it, he could detect it.

He quickened his pace, his shoes stomping on the snow grains with a nice creak.

Behind me, there seemed to be such a creaking sound.

Who! Who follows me!

He turned his head suddenly, and behind him, there was only endless darkness, and nothing could be seen, even the houses on both sides of the street were swallowed up by the darkness, and there was not a single outline in sight.

Scare yourself?

Suddenly, two ghostly points of light appeared in front of him not far away.

It's a skeleton man!

The point of light is slowly approaching.

Ringer pulled his legs and ran, snapped, fell, continued to run, poof, and fight, the wind lamp fell, and in the dark, he ran wildly, ignoring the blue nose and swollen face.

By the time he ran back to church, he felt like his chest was going to burst.

But in fact, just now, it was a point of light from the eye of a dog in the village.