At night, the old ghost who walked alone in bed, tossing and turning, although he was nearly seventy years old, but as a doctor, he had always been able to eat and sleep, but lately he could not sleep at all, especially when he saw the 'amnesty' scroll of his dreams, his heart became even more restless.

"It's been a few days, and seeing that his body is healing day by day, when is he going to do it, or is he just playing tricks on my old man? No! Never, he will never dare to joke about this kind of thing, and besides, the people in the Eastern Capital are still waiting for news. The old ghost pondered back and forth, and suddenly, faintly, he heard the sound of the doorman opening, followed by the sound of slow footsteps outside the room.

The old ghost immediately rolled out of bed, leaned against the door, put his ear to the door, and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.

"Who?" the old ghost asked weakly, but there was no response, "Who? I'll call someone if I don't speak!"

And just as he was about to shout, the door was suddenly pushed open, his face changed, he stepped back quickly, and took a short knife from the wall, trembling slightly in my hand.

I saw a figure standing at the door, and he just wanted to swing his knife to cut it, only to see the other party suddenly shout, "Master!"

As soon as he heard this voice, the old ghost's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the short knife in his hand also hung down, and it turned out that the assistant he hadn't seen for a long time was standing at the door, a thin boy who couldn't help but be weak, "It's you a rabbit cub, it's so late, you want to scare me to death, where have you run away these days?" The old ghost cursed, and threw the knife in his hand into the other party's arms, "Get out, put the knife away for me, I'm scared to death." ”

I saw the other party looking at the old ghost with a sneer: "Master, I have something to come to you, it's a very important matter." ”

The old ghost glanced at the kid with a look of disdain on his face. "Say something quickly, let go if you have a fart, get out of the way, Lao Tzu still has to rest!" As he spoke, the old ghost stretched his waist and walked towards the bed.

However, as soon as he took a few steps, he felt a chill in his back, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at him, and he was just about to turn his head to look. But he suddenly found that a knife reached his neck from behind, and the cold blade was even more attached to his veins, and with a slight twitch, blood was splashed.

The frightened old ghost didn't dare to move anymore, and glanced timidly at it with his own afterglow, but found that the other end of the knife was none other than his assistant, and at this moment there was no cowardice and grievance in his eyes. Some are just cold and indifferent, and there is even a faint smile on the corner of their mouth.

"Master, don't move, I remember you said. This part of the neck is the most deadly, as long as the blade is cut like this, the blood will spurt out with a 'boom', and the person will definitely die. You also know that I am not very sharp with my hands and feet, and if I ......" Halfway through his words, the old ghost felt the blade on his neck slip slightly. In an instant, the hair all over his body stood up.

"Little worm, don't move, what do you have to say, I'll listen, I'll listen!" the old ghost almost didn't cry, this is the first time he has been threatened like this in such a long life.

"Hehe, the master hasn't called my name for a long time, and I've almost forgotten this name, haha" The little insect sneered a few times, and his rickety eyes trembled.

"On weekdays, the master takes you well, if it weren't for me, you would have died a long time ago, wouldn't you?" The old ghost tried his best to appease the assistant behind him, and the fear in his heart made him tremble all over.

"Don't move, master, for so many years, I've seen your methods, although you don't teach you by hand, but I can see it, so don't move!" the little insect said and put the blade in his hand at the old ghost's neck, and the old ghost was stunned, so he had to cheer up and try to control his body.

"Okay, okay, I don't move, I don't move. The old ghost finally restrained himself, and sweat couldn't stop flowing down his forehead, "Little worm, what are you going to say?"

"Hehehe, master, I'm here to sue you today, it's time to act, tomorrow King Nan will invite the God King and them to dinner in the living room, the master said, just tomorrow, he will take his place!" The little worm's tone was cold, but it made the old ghost startled.

"You're talking about tomorrow's dinner?" the old ghost suddenly gasped halfway through his words, "Who are you?"

"Hehe, I really don't know how you can live so long, you can't even figure out the people around you? I'm here to spread the word today, and you'll know who I am tomorrow. The little worm smiled coldly and slowly pulled the knife out of the old ghost's neck.

Just as he was about to leave, he added: "The master asked me to sue you, things must be done, otherwise you will be the first to die!"

The old ghost trembled, almost fainted, and when he reacted, the knife on his neck was gone, and the little insect at the door was gone.

Thinking of the scene just now, he touched his neck, feeling a cold, this is a kind of cold flowing from his heart, his mind kept coming up over the years, the appearance of the little worm by his side, the skinny little man, every day by the old ghost to drink, the old ghost is a little unsatisfactory to him is to add punches and feet, in his eyes this assistant named the little worm is just a doll left by his side, or a venting tool, he can beat him at any time, scold him, and even kill him, but after so many years, he has also let down his guard against the little bug, every time he experiments, every time he takes medicine, every time he kills someone, he will take him, and he is so submissive, trembling and following, watching, and at the mercy of others.

I thought that this person was like this, and his life should have been so cheap, but tonight, that lowly little worm, the thing he never cared about, actually pointed a sword at his neck from behind, and could kill himself at any time, this qiē is really too filmable.

And the most terrible thing is that today he knows that it is not others who are stupid, and it is not others who are pitiful, but himself, it is his self-righteous self all day long, and the little insect that he stepped on under his feet turned out to be a pair of eyes and ears inserted by others beside him, monitoring and observing himself every day, as long as he took a wrong step, he would be bitten back anytime and anywhere, or even bitten to death.

At this moment, he found that he was like those prisoners at the bottom of the Southern Wilderness Castle, as clear as ants, and it was not a pity to die. (To be continued......)