Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Eight

The fat man and I followed suit inexplicably. After taking off, the man began to dump all the charcoal in the charcoal stove on the wooden floor. The charcoal stove was burning red, and the wooden floor soon gave off a very strong burnt smell.The man used his Tibetan robe to cover the charcoal, and quickly extinguished all the charcoal. After extinguishing, he wrapped some hot ashes with our clothes, and let us hug them after wrapping them up. . After finishing, the man grabbed my hand, looked at my watch, and said: "Now you have to understand what I'm saying within three minutes, and do it, because we have no time, your hands This package is your only chance to live."

I'm wondering why this is happening, if it's going to get really cold later and we need something to keep warm, then it doesn't seem to help that we are stripped naked and carrying a hot bag. How much cold can this bag withstand?We are all naked from the upper body, it doesn't make any sense.If not, what is the use of this package?Is it because of the ash inside? The fat man asked, "Are we going to grab the ashes and sprinkle them in the eyes of the enemies, blinding them all?" The lama's face was completely distorted, and he shouted: "Don't bother!"

Just as the fat man was about to drink it back, all the windows in the room started to vibrate suddenly, and the Lama immediately made a gesture to us not to speak.We covered our mouths, and saw a lot of strange shadows appearing on the glass of the window at some point. The shadows were very faint, much like the branches of trees imprinted on the window, but we all knew this was impossible because there were no trees in the yard at all.The lama saw that we were almost lying on the ground, so he grabbed us by the back collar and lifted us up, then pointed to the charcoal bag in our hand, and said in a very low voice: "Hold this thing, use the most Follow me quickly." After speaking, he pointed to the door and signaled the fat man to open it.

At this time the windows shook especially violently.I was very scared because I knew there must be something in the door and window, but what was it?If they are real entities, people or monsters, their shadows on the window must be darker and deeper, and the shadows are mottled, and I can't imagine what it is like outside. I looked at the fat man and nodded. The fat man and the lama touched the door, and then slowly opened the door.The lama was the first to step forward. At that moment, I suddenly saw the lama open all his charcoal bags, sprinkle the ashes all over me, and then ran out the door by himself.

The fat man and I were so fascinated by the charcoal dust that we couldn't even breathe, it was all over our body and face, we kept beating, and countless flying insects flew in at the door.These insects are not like butterflies, nor are they like anything that can fly. They swarmed towards us overwhelmingly, covering the room all at once, like flies, and once they landed on people, their hard shells burrowed under your skin. Damn, where did these bugs come from? Just a few minutes ago, there were none. What happened in this temple? Either people suddenly disappeared, or a lot of bugs came out suddenly.

The fat man was worse than me, and he yelled, "Fuck me. The fucking bald donkey plotted against us again." I said, "Why didn't the bug bite him and ran straight to us?" The fat man said: "It must be because of those incense ashes, quickly throw that package away." The fat man and I threw the charcoal ashes package to the side, and sure enough, the bugs almost ran in the direction of the charcoal ashes.Soon, our charcoal-covered clothes were bitten to pieces.Those bugs got into the hot charcoal and were burned to death immediately, but the bugs behind continued to get in one after another.

At this point, we had a chance to catch our breath and retreated to the corner of the room.I observed while swiping off the bugs on my body, and found that those bugs looked like fireflies. "Why do fireflies bite people?" the fat man asked. I am even more surprised, because fireflies live in humid places, how can there be fireflies in places where the cold temperature is below zero all year round. Why would the charcoal attract them, could it be because of the temperature of the charcoal?That lama designed us, let us hug the hot charcoal, let us have a higher body temperature than him, let these bugs pounce on us, and he can run away by himself, and get out of the body.

If so, this is a big deal, so many bugs, the charcoal will gradually cool, and they will soon find us warmer. what to do?Seeing that the bugs swarmed towards the charcoal ash, the charcoal ash was scattered all over the ground, and more bugs outside the house were swarming towards the room. There was no place to crowd around the charcoal ash, so they flew around in the room, and some rushed to the charcoal stove in the room.Some rushed to the lampstand in the room, and some scattered ones found us and flew towards us, and we directly shot them to death. The fat man said: "If they like fire so much, why don't we give them something more violent."

As he spoke, the fat man slapped the bugs on his body desperately, while rushing to a charcoal stove, kicking the charcoal stove over with one foot, and the hot charcoal fire rolled onto the wooden floor again.The fat man tore off countless volumes and Buddhist scriptures from the big lama's desk and threw them into the charcoal fire. Then, at the risk of being bitten by insects, he blew a few times vigorously, and the fire immediately lit up.After finishing, he said to me: "Help quickly. Throw everything that can be burned here. We need to find a big heat source to attract all these bugs."

I said to the fat man, "You will burn the whole temple down like this." The fat man said again: "Damn, we still care so much now, those lamas don't care about us, don't think about them, maybe they bought insurance because of drought." My heart said yes, don't worry about him, escape is the most important thing.So they immediately searched the whole room, and while beating, tore off the warm blankets and threw them into the fire.The felt was easy to burn, and a lot of black smoke came out at once, and soon the room was shrouded in black smoke. The fat man shouted to me: "Don't put any more felt, you want to smoke us all to death!"

I said, "The black smoke will drive the bugs out." The fat man said: "You didn't see that they are not even afraid of fire. They love the temperature of the fire far more than they are afraid of the smoke. You didn't kill them, we became bacon first." It was too late when the fat man spoke, and the smoke in the whole room had already risen.We only had to bend over and continue to make the flames bigger.Soon, the desk in the big lama's room turned into a huge bonfire.The worms rushed to the bonfire one after another, and were crackled by the fire. Whenever we made the fire a little hotter, the worms came to extinguish the fire a little bit. Their bodies seemed to be full of water. Soon, we burned almost everything that could be burned in this room, and the smoke covered the entire roof, but the bugs still didn't see the end, because we couldn't see the situation in the yard because of the thick smoke, and we didn't know Would it be dangerous to rush out like this? The fat man said: "We definitely can't leave the courtyard. See if there are other exits from this room. Don't open the windows near the courtyard. Open the windows near the back mountain and see what happens." I nodded, slapped the bugs on my body, and quickly ran to the window near the back mountain, opened one carefully, and immediately I found something was wrong.The entire wooden house was already surrounded by these bugs, and only a crack was opened, and the bugs rushed in and shot me in the face. I patted my face and went back to the fat man, shaking my head at the fat man: "The situation is not optimistic. These bugs came out of nowhere, at least there are hundreds of millions of them." The fat man said again: "This is unreasonable, why is it like this? Naive, maybe we are dreaming after eating too much, you pinch me to see if it hurts." "It's not necessary." I pointed to the wound on his hand, "Doesn't it hurt you to be bitten like this? It's a dream that has already woken up from the pain." After I finished speaking, I thought about it, and for some reason, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration. I remembered the experience when I encountered bugs before, and said to the fat man, "Do you have a knife?" The fat man said: "Why, suicide? It's too early to commit suicide now, don't worry, if it's too bad, I will hack you to death with one knife, and it won't cause you any pain." I said, "Stop talking nonsense and bring me the knife. Even if I stab myself to death, ten stabs won't kill me. I don't want to be stabbed to death by you. My fate has always been in the hands of others. Even if you It's my good friend, and I don't want you to interfere?" The fat man sighed, and pulled out a hidden knife from his back waist.I wiped the Tibetan knife on the palm of my hand, and a very deep wound was drawn immediately, and the blood flowed out. The fat man asked: "What are you doing? You can't even cut your wrists. You don't cut your wrists. You cut your wrists. You cut your palms. You can't die if you cut your palms. I said, "Stop the fucking crap and watch." I took my bloody hand and threw it at the bugs in front.The blood was thrown out and dripped onto the floor. All of a sudden, the bugs scattered away, as if they were avoiding my blood. The fat man said, "Hey, it's coming again. Damn it, you can do it." With joy in my heart, I ignored him, opened my palm, wiped a few on the fat man's body, and then walked a few steps forward. Those insects seemed to see something evil, and all retreated away.