The sound came and went, faintly making a "bang", like a mouse chewing food, which made me very uncomfortable to hear.

Putting down the blueberry biscuit in my hand, I stood up.

Looking around, the mourning hall looked calm.

Although the candle flame was still flickering slightly, it was burning normally.

The sound of "呑呑" continues. Walking around the mourning hall, I searched everywhere, and the sound kept echoing in my ears, but I couldn't find its source.

Just then, a gust of cold air soaked in me.

It was a strange feeling, and the chill was not coming to the body as usual, but from below, little by little, it was soaking upwards.

It's like, standing next to an open freezer......

I sneezed and rubbed my nose, and as soon as I looked up, I suddenly noticed that there was an extra dark spot on my aunt's face in the portrait!

The black spot, on her right forehead, was very large.

I walked towards her portrait, and the further I went, the more three-dimensional the dark spots became, as if a piece of mud had come from nowhere on the photograph.

After stopping, I looked up and looked at the roof.

There was no hole in it, which means that the mud didn't fall from it.

Seeing my aunt's face become like this, I had to take care of it.

Tomorrow's funeral is also the most important day in her life, isn't it ridiculous and generous to become like this? She has been particular about people all her life, but she can't come to an end and be ruined by a lump of mud.

So, I reached out to clasp the chunk of mud off.

The picture of my aunt and grandmother is very large, and the place where it is hung is also very high.

I'm so small that I can't reach her forehead on tiptoe.

So, I moved the Taishi chair, stepped on it, and was about to touch the black mud, when I suddenly noticed that the dirty thing on my aunt's forehead actually moved.

At the same time, my hand touched it.

That thing was warm and soft.

The sensation made my scalp tingle, and I quickly withdrew my hand. The thing moved again, and a pair of small, bright eyes suddenly poked out of the dark body and looked at me fixedly.

When I looked at it, I felt as if the air had frozen.

A chill worse than death, which continued to soak from below upwards, made it seem as if my whole body was in an ice cave.

I couldn't help but shudder again, and at that moment, the thing that was looking at me spread its huge wings.

I was only about a foot away from it.

Its wings lifted and flapped on my face, and it felt like a knife.

As it flickered its wings and was about to take off, I finally got a good view of it.

This is a cave bat.

The bat barked at me, and I saw that it opened its mouth, revealing the teeth inside, like the tip of a knife, and under the candle flame, it was bright and even reflected the light.

It lunged straight at me, and I subconsciously leaned sideways.

The thing flew into the air, and I looked back to see it circling down the hall.

After that, it suddenly turned around!

Under the flickering light, the eyes of the cave bats seemed to be shining. I was about to jump out of my chair when it suddenly came at me again.

When the bat lunged at me, its teeth glistened with its wide-open mouth.

I subconsciously waved at it, leaned back, and almost fell on the altar.

The bat slammed straight into the wall behind me, and when it pounced again, it seemed very angry, and the "whoosh" in its mouth was much louder than before.

The moment I looked down, I saw the flame of the ever-bright lamp shaking violently.

That little bit of fire, as if it was struggling desperately.

I felt a slight pain in my fingertips, and when I raised my hand, I saw that the tip of the ring finger of my left hand had broken a piece of skin, and a little red blood was coming out of it.

This wound must have been when it lunged at me just now, and I reached out to push it away, undoubtedly touching its teeth.

The teeth of cave bats are highly poisonous.

My heart tightened.

Before I could react too much, I turned around again, and the bat circled in the air again, and then it turned around again and swooped down on me.

This time, it moved faster than before.

I looked left and right, and the only thing I could reach was the bowl of pear syrup.

So, I grabbed the blue and white porcelain bowl and smashed it at the bat that was rushing towards me!

I heard a "bang", the bowl hit a pillar, and when I looked again, the cave bat that was still hovering just now was gone.

The soup fell to the ground, and the blue and white porcelain bowl was also shattered.

I looked around, and the cave bat, which had been fierce just now, didn't know where it had flown to.

Looking down, I looked at my injured finger.

The wound was slightly blackened, similar to the symptoms of the blind man.

I quickly put my fingertips in my mouth and sucked, then spat out bloody saliva. After going back and forth a few times, the bleeding from the wound stopped, but the color of the fingertips was darker than before.

My heart suddenly became heavy.

Originally, I came this time to find the dendrobium for the blind man.

Dendrobium officinale is a cherished species, the requirements for the growth environment are extremely high, whether it can be found in the end, I really can't guarantee, anyway, it is just to do its best to obey the destiny of God.

Well, I've been scratched by the thing's teeth myself. If I can't find the dendrobium, I'll have a problem myself.

This life is really full of "surprises".

I stared blankly at my injured finger, and I actually began to wonder about the question, what if I burped, what would my dad do, and what would I do with my old Tang chicken noodles?

And what about Meimei, will Liang Yuan sell her?

What about my tube building, who will sign it when it is demolished? Will the developer just tear down my house without spending a penny?

Or maybe my mom came back suddenly, and she got all the possessions to herself, and then, finding a little man, enjoying the wealth happily, and secretly pulling out my dad's pipes......

I have long heard that people like to think crankily when they are at the juncture of life and death.

In just a minute or two, my mind was jumbled up with such a big amount of thoughts.

Thinking about everything that could happen after I die, I have a headache.

No, I have to live well, if I die, I have to mess up!

After a pause, I planned to eat something first, after all, I couldn't die for a while, so I sat on the Taishi chair again, grabbed the blueberry biscuit just now and ate it.

This thing tastes pretty good, the cookies are crispy, and the blueberries are sweet with stomach acid.

I was hungry, so I ate several slices in a row.

Just then, I heard another small sound.

This time, I'm sure it came from inside the brown-red coffin that held my aunt......