I looked at the fat man and nodded, and the fat man and the lama touched the side of the door, and then slowly opened the door. The lama was the first to take a step, and at that moment I suddenly saw the lama open all his charcoal packets, scatter the ashes all over me, and then run out of the door himself.

The fat man and I were so dazzled by the charcoal ash that we couldn't even breathe, and our faces were all over our bodies, and we kept flapping, and countless flying insects flew in at the door. These insects are not like butterflies, nor like anything that can fly, and they are all over the house, like flies, and their hard shells burrow under your skin as soon as they reach people.

I pounced a few times, and I was covered in bruises. At this time, I was dumbfounded as soon as I could see the situation in front of me, and I saw that the whole yard was densely packed, and almost all places were crawling with such insects, and they all rushed directly towards the house as if they smelled something fishy.

The fat man was even worse than me, yelling, "Fuck, fucking dead bald asses are plotting against us again." I said, "Why didn't the insects bite him?" and ran straight to us?" The fat man said, "It must be the cause of the incense ash, so throw away the charcoal bag." The fat man and I immediately threw the charcoal bag aside, and sure enough, the insects immediately went in the direction of the incense ash.

Soon, our charcoal-clad clothes were bitten to pieces. The insects burrowed into the hot charcoal ash and were immediately burned to death, but they did so one after another.

Why does the soot attract them, is it because of the temperature of the soot? The lama designed us to hold the hot soot so that the temperature is higher than his, so that these insects can pounce on us and he can run away by himself?

Seeing more insects rushing into the room, they all flew around the room when there was no place to squeeze, some rushed to the charcoal stove in the room, some rushed to the lampstand in the room, and some found us scattered and flew towards us, and were directly slapped to death by us.

The fat man said, "If they like fire so much, why don't we give them something more violent." As he spoke, he slapped the worms on his body desperately, rushed to the edge of a charcoal stove, and kicked the charcoal stove over. The hot charcoal fire rolled to the wooden floor again, and the fat man tore off countless files and Buddhist scriptures from the great lama's table and threw them into the charcoal fire, and then blew hard a few times at the risk of being bitten by insects.

The charcoal fire was lit immediately, and when it was done, he said to me, "Help, burn everything that can be burned here, we need to find a big heat source and attract all these bugs." ”

I said to the fat man, "You're going to burn down the whole temple like this." The fat man said again, "Damn, it's still so much now, these lamas don't care about us, don't think about them, maybe they have already bought insurance." ”

I thought to myself, what about him, it is important to escape, so I will do it together. Soon, everything that could be burned in the room had been burned by us, and the smoke almost covered the entire roof, and the insects still didn't see the end, so the fat man said: "We must not be able to go to the courtyard, see if there are other exits in this room, you open these windows near the back mountain, and see what the situation is." ”

I nodded, slapped the bugs and ran over quickly, carefully opened a door and found that something was wrong, the whole wooden house was already surrounded by bugs, and only then did I open a crack, and the bugs rushed in and pounced on me.

I patted my face and returned to the fat man, and shook my head at the fat man: "The situation is not optimistic, these insects don't know where they came from, at least there are hundreds of millions." ”

The fat man said again: "This is unreasonable, naïve, will we be dreaming after eating too much, you pinch me to see if I hurt." ”

"There's no need. I pointed to the wound on his hand, "Doesn't it hurt for you to be bitten like this? ”

After saying that, I thought about it, I don't know why I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and remembered the experience when I encountered insects before, so I said to the fat man: "Do you have a knife?" The fat man said: "What are you doing, commit suicide? It's too early to commit suicide, don't worry, it's really not good, I will hack you to death with a knife, and I won't let you notice it at all." ”

I said, "Don't talk nonsense, bring me the knife, even if I stab myself to death, I won't die with ten swords." I don't want to be stabbed to death by you, my fate has always been in the hands of others, even if you are my good friend, I don't want you to interfere. ”/

The fat man sighed, and pulled out a hidden knife from his waist. I swiped the knife in front of my own palm, and at once I cut a very deep wound, and blood flowed out. The fat man asked: "What are you doing, you can't even cut your wrists, you don't cut your wrists in this place, you cut your wrists are cut your wrists, you can't die if you cut your palms and cut your palms." ”

I said, "You fucking nonsense, look!" Then I took my bloody hand and threw it at the bugs in front of me, and the blood dripped out and dripped onto the floor, and suddenly the bugs saw the blood all scattered, as if they were avoiding my blood. The fat man said, "Hey, here it is again, damn it, okay." ”

I was overjoyed, ignored him, opened my palm and wiped a few handfuls on the fat man's body, and then took a few steps forward towards the ground, and the insects all retreated with a bang as if they had seen something evil.