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Only then did I see that it was still holding a knife in its hand, and it was the tip of the knife that had just slashed my stomach, and now the blood was already running down my belly.

If I hadn't taken that step back just now, I'm afraid I would have been disemboweled. I'm a strange person, and when I'm angry, I forget everything, including fear, of course.

No matter what the other party is, when it wants your life, remember, it's useless to be afraid, begging for mercy and dying faster, the only way is to fight!

There may be a glimmer of life.

At that time, I didn't know where the courage came from, so I picked up the flashlight and smashed it at the head of the person who was holding the thing, and with a "pop", the flashlight shattered.

Waiting for death and running away, I chose the latter.

The mountain road was rough and uneven, and within a few steps I tripped over something and fell to the ground, and I heard the wheezing sound of the thing "whirring" in my ears, and I felt that I was once again infinitely close to death.

In a panic, I touched a stone the size of a brick with my hand, and I couldn't care so much at that time, so I used my strength to feed, and rounded my arm and smashed it, but I only heard a dull sound, as if it had hit the mud.

But it did seem to stop the thing, giving me a chance to get up and keep running.

There was a faint light ahead, and I immediately ran towards it.

The thing didn't even catch up.

As I got closer and closer to that light, I saw clearly, that is, the Taoist temple that made this butterfly fall mountain known to many people-Mengyun Temple.

I ran to the door and knocked on it, and it opened.

An old man in his forties came out, looked me up and down a few times, and asked:

"Knocking at the door in the middle of the night, I don't know what's going on?"

I know that Taoists don't generally call ordinary people don't call donors, but this person's words always make me feel a little weird.

But at that time, I didn't care about thinking about anything at all, and hurriedly said:

"Dao Chief, I was originally going up the mountain to play, but I didn't expect to get lost, I want to spend the night here, and I ask the Dao Chang to make it convenient."

The Taoist priest seemed to hesitate, and it was his hesitation that dispelled my concerns.

If he had said yes, I wouldn't have been able to go in.

Because what I just said is too many loopholes, this mountain is not big, and if there is no dream cloud view, no one will know what this butterfly falling mountain is.

And I said that if I get lost here, normal people will be suspicious.

The Taoist priest thought for a while, nodded at me, and let me in.

What I didn't expect was that as soon as I stepped into the Taoist temple, the eerie feeling was even worse than the outside.

The Taoist priest took me around to a low room and left. As I turned around, I could vaguely see a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lying on the bed, I didn't dare to sleep at all, that weird Taoist priest, the pavilion on the top of the mountain, the weirdo who attacked me, that clump of hair. I never thought that there would be so many changes on this little butterfly falling mountain.

Thinking about it, I couldn't bear the sleepiness, so I fell asleep in a daze.

In the haze, I suddenly felt something sticky dripping on my face. I raised my hand and wiped it, it was slippery and sticky.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the pale face was almost against mine, and the slimy liquid was dripping from that face.

In extreme fear, I bent my legs violently and tried to kick the thing out. But I didn't expect it to be held down by it, and it bit me on the neck in one bite.

I saw a dent in its head, presumably it had just been stoned by me. It was the intense pain that sparked my potential, and I lifted it up in one fell swoop, got up and ran out.

It was already a little dark, so I made a quick look and ran towards the front yard.

I hadn't run a few steps when one of my legs was suddenly grabbed by something, and I fell to the ground, and my face came up again with teeth bared, and it was covered in blood, which I thought, must be mine.

The body was held down by it, unable to move. I was a little desperate, thinking that I might not be able to escape this time.

Suddenly, there was a rooster croak in my ears, and the thing stopped instantly, and my whole body trembled.

I saw a big rooster on the wall at some point, crowing at the top of my throat.

It took almost all the strength of his body to push the thing away, and it staggered to its feet and ran out. It didn't chase after it.

I didn't care about the wound on my neck at that time, so I ran down the hill in a panic.

When I got home, half of my shoulder was soaked with blood. I hurriedly hid in the bathroom, afraid of being seen by Shen Mo.

After cleaning, I saw in the mirror that the wound had been faintly blackened, and it was extremely itchy, and I wanted to scratch it hard.

I can probably guess why, but I just don't know what to do.

Sitting on the toilet, my head was dizzy, and I almost couldn't control the desire to scratch, and I thought I was really going to die this time.

I lit a cigarette, hoping to calm down quickly, but it didn't work.

The feeling of dizziness is getting stronger and stronger, and the spirit begins to be in a trance.

I don't know if it's my hallucination, but I saw a strand of hair slowly "crawling" towards me.

Completely unconscious, I picked up the strand of hair, lit it with a lighter, and pressed it against my wound.

The sound of "zizi" hurts.

Then I didn't know anything.

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed, and Shen Mo was sitting next to me looking at me worriedly.

The wound has been bandaged and feels a little cold.

I was a little dazed and looked at Shen Mo inquiringly.

She told me that when she opened the bathroom, she saw me lying on the floor with black blood on my neck, and she helped me clean and disinfect it and bandage it.

I vaguely remembered the strand of hair, but I didn't ask much.

I tried to move around, but I didn't think anything was wrong, so I simply got out of bed and turned on the computer.

QQ has a message:

"Thank you."

I had a vague memory of the night before, and I don't know if it was because of the excessive blood loss.

Walk to the window and let the midday sun shine on you, it's warm. Whenever I get to times like this, I feel like I'm not afraid of anything, especially those ghosts who can't see the sun.

I keep telling stories about myself under the sun, it's all fake, don't be afraid.

He will even laugh at the timid and fearful look he showed at those times.

But when the sun goes down and the world is once again shrouded in darkness, the courage and courage of the day seem to rest with the sun, and I am still the timid me.

Even just listening to the wind whistling outside the window makes me feel a little weird.

The next day, that QQ sent me a message again:

"I think you should put this story into a novel..."