No matter how hard I tried, I could only move back inch by inch. But the dried corpses seemed to be stimulated by something, and one by one they crowded towards the narrow doorway.

Bai Sensen's claws kept waving, and I felt like they were close at hand. An inch further on, it will be able to hook my feet.

But my feet are no longer listening to me, and I can't get them back. I could only crawl inside with both hands, for fear that the dried corpses would accidentally squeeze in.

Fortunately, they seemed to be really afraid of this, and they still reached in after passing by. But my body didn't dare to cross the thunder pool by half an inch, and I tried my best to put a lot of scriptures in front of the door of a square table.

I barely managed to crawl inside, at least it didn't look like the dried corpses would hook me as soon as I reached out. But at this time, those dried corpses seemed to have been affected by something, and they actually dispersed all at once.

One by one, they stood on both sides of the door, and the position of the doorway was thus vacated. As soon as I raised my eyes, my heart suddenly chuckled, and I saw the old monk slowly standing at the door.

I immediately thought it was not good, and wondered if he was coming in. I hurriedly reached out and held on to the table and wanted to stand up, but as soon as I moved, the old monk seemed to be a little excited.

I was about to come in with my feet raised, and my head suddenly smacked. Unable to care about anything else, he reached out and picked up a scripture book and threw it at him.

The old monk dodged in a flash, but did not enter. I hurriedly picked up another book and stared at him. I thought that as soon as he lifted his foot, I would throw it over, and I seemed to be afraid of the way he looked at it.

I just don't know how long this table of scriptures will last for me, and if I can wait for my youngest son to come and save me. For a while, I couldn't help but feel numb, and my eyes stared at the monk without blinking.

The monk seemed to be a little angry, and took a sharp step inside. Seeing that he was about to rush towards me, I hurriedly threw all the scriptures in my hand at him.

Screaming and coughing, he crawled inside. For a moment, the whole room was dusty, and I couldn't see anything clearly when I squinted.

Fortunately, I didn't feel that the old monk had caught me, so I had to curl up in the pile of scriptures. I kept touching the scriptures around me to my side, and I thought to myself that maybe I buried myself with the scriptures, and the old monk would not catch me.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt silence all around me again. There was no sound in the silence, and I held the scriptures with my eyes closed.

Now that I don't have the courage to look around anymore, I just want to rest quietly for a while. Even if the old monk is by my side now, even if the dried corpses just now are around me.

As long as they don't do anything, I just want to have a good rest. But that feeling of fear enveloped me all the time, and I could only feel a little safe by holding the scriptures tightly.

But in this highly stressful situation, I was exhausted despite the toss. But I still couldn't sleep, although my eyes were closed, my mind was full of the old monk and those dried corpses.

And it was clearer than I could see with my eyes open, and I felt like I was on the verge of collapse. I don't want to close my eyes, but I don't dare to open them.

I can only keep thinking about it in my head, and let those dried corpses continue to dangle in front of me. I had to hold the scriptures in my arms tighter and tighter, but even that didn't help.

I know that if I continue like this, even if I don't get caught and killed by the old monk. I'm going to drive myself crazy, but I can't do anything about it.

Now how I wish I could fall asleep right away, after all, I don't have to think about anything when I fall asleep. But as soon as I tried to mobilize the strength in my body, the pain in my chest came with breathing.

But now I don't have any choice, and I really don't know if I'll be able to make it until dawn if I don't think about it.

And I'm not sure if there will be any more dawn here, after all, such a dark night is not a normal night in the first place. So I had to endure the pain and mobilize the strength in my body little by little.

I tried to hold my breath, and slowly realized that my mind was no longer filled with dried corpses. Although the pain is uncomfortable, it slowly becomes numb.

I fell asleep without feeling the scriptures, and there was no old monk or dry corpse in my dream. There is no fear or despair, but there is still this pain.

But I seem to have slowly gotten used to it, and gradually the pain stopped hurting.

I don't know how long I've slept this time, and I don't know if I'll wake up and continue to face the corpses and the old monks.

I even had the feeling that I didn't want to wake up, maybe forever in my sleep so that I wouldn't have any more fear. But the reality is always cruel, and I still woke up from my sleep.

But I found that my body was so stiff that I couldn't move, and I wanted to reach out and push away the scriptures in front of me to take a look. But I found that my hands did not listen to my own call at all, so I had to sit silently.

Luckily, this isn't the first time this has happened, otherwise I might have thought I was dead. Fortunately, this is not possible, I just slept for too long and my body stiffened.

Gradually, I don't know how long it took, but I seemed to hear someone outside talking something constantly. As if in a whispered quarrel, the voice seemed familiar.

I wanted to see it, but I still couldn't move. Fortunately, my hands and feet are still starting to feel numb. I was looking at my eyes but I could only see the scriptures in front of me, but I could see a faint light through the gaps.

Maybe it's dawn, and I've finally waited for dawn. I couldn't help but feel a little excited for a while, but I was still a little uneasy. After all, I don't know what awaits me.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and the footsteps were soft and slow. It seemed that I was cautiously looking for something, and I couldn't help but give a cold shiver.

But now I can't move even if I want to, and I can't do anything but wait quietly. Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared, and my heart chuckled.

The whole person was a little nervous, but I didn't know if my body would tremble now. Suddenly, I felt that the air in front of me suddenly became active, and even my breathing became smooth for a moment.

There was also a light in front of me, and I knew that the scriptures in front of me had been taken away. But I didn't dare open my eyes to see it, because I was afraid.

I'm afraid that as soon as I open my eyes, I'll be scarred on the old monk's end, and I'd better close my eyes and see nothing.

But the more I did this, the more nervous I became, and even my breathing began to become a little heavy.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in front of me, and in an instant, my tense nerves suddenly collapsed completely.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

It was Jing Sichen's voice, with a hint of trembling and doubt.

I suddenly opened my eyes, and I saw that Jing Sichen's face was already full of tears, and he was constantly taking away the scriptures on my body.

It was the first time I had seen my son shed tears, and I wanted to reach out and wipe him but I couldn't.

"I'm fine."

I looked at it and smiled reluctantly, trying to comfort him. However, he found that his voice was hoarse, and he could only make a series of unapologetic "uh-uh-" sounds.

For a moment I couldn't help but be a little shocked when I heard my own voice, and I couldn't believe that I had made such a sound unless I had heard it with my own ears.

But despite this, I managed to get my son's attention, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes. I couldn't control myself for a while, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Jing Sichen looked at me, gritted his teeth, and hugged me. Walking towards the door, I looked at the white light at the door and felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

Squinting slightly, he wanted to make sure that the things outside were gone. Meditation looked at me and suddenly put my hands back, and I rolled over in his arms, facing his chest, and my view was blocked.

For a while, I felt my son's heartbeat, and my heart suddenly felt relieved and steady. Thinking about it, since the eldest son Jing Sichen is here, they must all know what happened here.

In that case, it is estimated that the trouble outside should have been solved. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, I tried to move my arm and found that my fingers could already be bent.

I opened my eyes and slowly adjusted to the light outside through the gaps, and soon I felt that I was no longer glaring. Then I turned my head and looked around, only to find that we had left the temple and were on our way down the mountain.

Jing Sichen's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, as if he was about to eat people. He was followed by Xiao Chen, and his face looked even more stinky than his brother's.

I looked sideways and back and forth, but I didn't see Ming Yichen. For a while, I was inevitably a little uncomfortable in my heart, shouldn't he have done this kind of thing to save me?

Although I don't have any opinion on changing to my son, after all, now only the eldest son Jing Sichen is a normal person in the family.

But even if he can't go in and save me, he should be guarding outside. After all, what he kept saying before was that I was the most important, and I was his only princess.

Now it seems to be all unreliable nonsense, and when it really comes to the time when I need him, he is gone. I couldn't help but sigh, although I had been hurt by him a long time ago, I don't know how many times.

Although I have decided not to believe him because of the matter of Yan Ji, I still can't help but think of him in my heart. Seeing him not there, my heart still hurts.

It's just that now looking at the faces of my two sons, I can't ask anything more. Besides, I didn't know if I could still talk properly, so Jing Sichen carried me all the way to the bottom of the mountain and put me in the car.

He went to the front to drive, and my youngest son took care of me in the back. Fortunately, I was able to barely move at this time, but my body was as numb as if there were tens of thousands of ants crawling on my body.

I opened my mouth when I looked at my youngest son, but I couldn't make the "uh-uh" sound just now.

Jing Sichen looked back at me again, wiped his face and drove away.