Chapter 302 Chapter 68 Sleepy Night

Just before I opened my mouth, the wild cat on the bamboo bed suddenly turned its head in another direction. "Meow—" it called, as if calling to some friend we couldn't see. "I'm so sleepy." Wen Huanzai's daughter-in-law smacked her lips, the eyelashes of her eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, and they were about to be glued together.She raised her hand, rubbed her eyes, and yawned. "Strange wind!" Grandpa pondered, but his eyes were more focused on the changes outside the crack of the door. The stray cat moved its feet like walking towards the edge of a bamboo bed.Its hind feet hooked onto the bamboo boards of the bamboo bed, and its body stretched out into the ground, while its two front feet kept pulling on the legs of the bamboo bed.I can see that it has lost interest in the rose and wants to get off the bamboo bed.But its movements were not as agile as before. Its two front feet were dangling in the air, and it couldn't grasp the smooth feet of the bamboo bed no matter what.

A gust of wind has just passed, and another gust of wind is blowing. The wild cat, like a leaf stuck to the bamboo bed, fell with the wind and fell to the ground. "Meow——" Maybe it was hurt by the stones on the ground, and it called lazily.It got up from the ground, swaying step by step like a sleepwalker.After taking five or six steps, it could no longer move. Through the crack of the door, I saw it raised its head, opened its mouth wide, and yawned with great effort. It shook its head, trying to wake itself up like a drunken alcoholic, but it didn't help.It stretched itself, squatted down with its front feet on the ground and its back feet, and just fell asleep on the spot like that.

It actually fell asleep here! When I was concentrating on watching the wild cat, my grandfather patted me on the shoulder suddenly, and said softly: "You help her to the back room, Mr. Ichimogo is coming soon." I turned my head and saw that Wen Huan's daughter-in-law had fallen asleep next to the door. "Why did she..." I was about to ask, but Grandpa immediately covered my mouth and shook his head. I lifted one of her arms, and with some difficulty helped her into the back room, sat her on a chair, and returned to Grandpa. When I put my eyes next to the crack of the door, there were already five shadows beside the bamboo bed.

Mr. One Eye Five!I exclaimed in my heart, after waiting for so long, it finally appeared!I was both excited and scared.The excited thing is that they were finally lured by grandpa to appear, and the scared thing is that grandpa is not in good health now, and he doesn't know how to subdue them.If we can't subdue it, my grandpa and I are probably in danger of our lives. One-eyed and four blind men gathered around the bamboo bed, facing the rose season, like five hungry dogs having a sumptuous dinner.One Eye drooled a long time, and the other four ghosts showed excited expressions. I can't help but secretly worry about my rose coming.The words of the beggar during the day lingered in my ears again - you are not suitable for raising this rose...

The tattered sack dropped by grandpa was at their feet, and they seemed to be unaware of it. Maybe they saw the tattered sack with one eye, but they didn't pay attention to it at all.I know it's what grandpa used to deal with Ichimoku-san, although I still don't know how grandpa will use that broken sack. One Eye turned his head to look around, and then said to the four blind men, "Great, after inhaling the essence of this rose, we won't need to inhale the essence of others for a year or so." The excitement on the face of a blind man disappeared, and it elongated its face and asked, "Is this a rose?"

One-eyed nodded, maybe One-eyed hadn't adapted to the living habit of five people sharing one eye, and for a moment even forgot that the other four ghosts couldn't see. "You say this is a Chinese rose? Is it a flower? Not a human?" The blind man raised his voice and asked. Only then did Cyclops come to his senses, and hurriedly said, "That's right, the thing on the bamboo bed is not a person, but a flower, a rose flower. What's wrong?" The blind man's face stretched even longer: "How can the rose have such a strong energy? It can actually attract us from more than ten miles away?"

Another blind man interjected: "That's right. I doubted it when I first smelled the energy. It is impossible for ordinary people to have such a strong energy. I didn't expect that I was not even a human being, but a rose flower." flower!" The remaining two blind men became impatient, pushed and shoved the other two blind men, and cursed: "Last time, I was too careful, and I slept alone on the bamboo bed to death. We didn't succeed, and we even made his legs disabled. .Fortunately, the leg is disabled. If the person dies, he will not be able to catch up with us, and he will not be able to trouble us. If it is a hand or something else that is disabled, he will have to settle accounts with us after he dies! Either hurry up, or Let's not come out! Don't be so unhappy!"

One-eyed separated the quarreling ghosts, and reconciled: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, people who are sleeping soundly wake up from the quarrel, and no one can take a breath of energy! Isn't it just a rose? What are we afraid of? Take it and leave , When the owner of the flower chases after us, we will almost run away. What are you afraid of, don’t I still have an eye? I will help you look around. You suck it hard, and I’ll come back when you’re full. Okay?” The other four ghosts nodded one after another, not giving way to each other, and scrambled to point their noses and mouths at the rose on the bamboo bed.

My heart is in my throat. If the rose is sucked out by Mr. Ichimogo, will the rose flower wither and die?If Mr. Ichimokugo got all the essence of the rose, then would it be possible for my grandpa and I to fight against them?If Ichimogo-san gains energy, but we have no chance to subdue it, will it bring great trouble to everyone around us, or even kill us? I didn't dare to imagine the consequences of failure. I looked at my grandpa anxiously. Grandpa was still staring at the changes outside. The wrinkles on his face were piled up, as if carved with a sharp knife.I guess, his mood must be as turbulent as mine, but he tried his best to restrain his emotions, like an agile cat lurking before pounced on the mouse.

Wen Huanzai and his wife in the back room didn't make a sound, and they didn't know whether they were cooperating on purpose, or whether they couldn't stand the temptation of the night and had already fallen asleep.The strange thing is that I didn't even hear the low chirp of the grasshopper.Could it be that the grasshoppers also fell asleep because of sleepiness?