Chapter 38 Escape

　　Fatty and I inexplicably complied. After taking it off, the man started pouring all the charcoal from the charcoal stove onto the wooden floor. The man covered the charcoal with his Tibetan robe and quickly wiped out all the charcoal. After covering it up, he wrapped some hot charcoal ash in our clothes, and after wrapping it, he let us hug him.

　　After that, the man grabbed my hand, looked at my watch, and said, "Now you must understand what I am saying within three minutes, and do so, because we have no time to ask, your hands This package in here is your only chance to live."

　　I wonder why it's like this, if it's going to get really cold later and we need something to keep us warm, we're stripped naked and holding a hot suit package, doesn't seem to do much.

　　How much cold can this bag withstand? We're all topless, and it doesn't make any sense. If that's not the case, then what's the use of this bag? Could it be because of the ashes inside? The

　　fat man asked, "Are we going to grab the ashes and scatter them in the eyes of the enemy and blind them all?"

　　That lama His face was contorted, and he shouted: "Don't be annoying!"

　　Fatty was about to drink it back when suddenly all the windows of the big lama's room began to vibrate. The lama looked at these windows and immediately made a gesture of not speaking to us. We covered our mouths, adjusted our breathing, and watched a lot of strange shadows appear on the glass window.

　　The shadow is very light, like the branches of a tree imprinted on the window. But we all know that's impossible because there are no trees in the yard at all.

　　Seeing that we were almost lying on the ground, the lama grabbed us by the back of the neck and picked us up, then pointed to the charcoal bag in our hands, and said in a very low voice: "Hold this thing, use the fastest speed. Follow me at the speed." After he finished speaking, he pointed to the door and motioned Fatty to open it.

　　The whole window shook terribly. I was very worried, because I knew there must be something at the window and door. But what are those things?

　　If they are real entities, people or monsters, then their shadows on the window must be darker and deeper. But the shadow was mottled and uncertain, and I couldn't imagine what the outside world was like.

　　And a few minutes before I closed the window, I looked out the window and there was nothing. It's only been so much time now, and it has suddenly become this situation. Where did these things come from? But I don't think it would be wrong to listen to this lama, because no matter what, he will not put himself to death.

　　I looked at Fatty and nodded. Fatty and Lama touched the door and slowly opened the door. Suddenly, the lama took a step forward, and at that moment, I saw that lama smashed his charcoal ashes and sprinkled all the charcoal ash on me and the fat man, and then he ran wild. go.

　　Fatty and I were so fascinated by the charcoal that we couldn't even breathe, and our faces were covered in so much we had to keep slapping. Before we could see the situation in front of us clearly, countless flying insects flew in from the door. In an instant, the overwhelming number of bugs came towards us. Damn it, all of a sudden the house is full of them, like flies, I kept beating, and found that these insects are very powerful, and when they stick to people, they will burrow under your skin.

　　Before I could slap a few times, I was already covered in bruises. At this time, my eyes were just able to see the situation in front of me, and I was dumbfounded. I saw that the whole yard was densely packed, and almost all places were covered with such bugs, and all the bugs rushed towards the house as if they smelled something fishy.

　　Damn, where did these worms come from? Just a few minutes ago, there were none. What happened in this temple? Either people suddenly disappeared, or a lot of worms suddenly appeared.

　　The fat man was even worse than me, and yelled: "Fuck, the fucking bald donkey is plotting against us again."

　　I said, "Why didn't the bug bite him and run straight to us?" The

　　fat man said: "Definitely It's the reason for those incense ashes, just throw that package away."

　　Fatty and I threw the charcoal ash package aside, and sure enough, the bugs almost ran in the direction of the charcoal ash. Soon, our charcoal-covered clothes were bitten to shreds. Those bugs got into the hot charcoal ashes and were immediately burned to death, but the bugs behind them continued to burrow in one after another.

　　At this point, we had a chance to catch our breath and retreated to the corner of the room. I took a look at the bugs from my body and found that the bugs looked like fireflies.

　　"How can fireflies bite people?" Fatty said.

　　I am even more curious, because fireflies live in humid places, how can fireflies exist in places where the cold temperature is below zero for many years.

　　Why does the charcoal ash attract them, is it because of the temperature of the charcoal ash? That lama designed us to hold the hot charcoal ash, let us have a higher body temperature than him, let these bugs pounce on us, and he can run away by himself, Retired all over.

　　If so, it's a big thing, so many bugs, the charcoal will gradually cool, and they will soon find a warmer us.

　　What should I do? Seeing that the insects were swarming to the charcoal ash, the charcoal ash was scattered all over the place, and more insects were swarming to the room outside the house. There was no place near the charcoal ash, so they flew around the room, and some rushed to the charcoal stove in the room. , some rushed to the lampstand in the room, and some scattered, found us, kept flying towards us, and were directly shot 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 said, the fat man slapped the bugs on his body desperately, rushed to the edge of a charcoal stove, and kicked the charcoal stove over. , the hot charcoal fire rolled onto the wooden floor again. The fat man tore off countless files and Buddhist scriptures from the Lama's table and threw them into the charcoal fire. Then, at the risk of being bitten by insects, he blew a few blows hard, and the fire immediately started. After finishing it, he said to me: "Hurry up and 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 put the whole thing in this way. The whole temple was burnt down."

　　The fat man said again: " Damn 　　it, I still care so much now, those lamas don't care about us, don't think about them, maybe they have already bought insurance." , Escape is critical. So he scoured the whole room at once, slapped and tore off the warm felts and threw them into the fire. The felt was easy to burn, and a lot of black smoke came out all at once, and soon the house was shrouded in black smoke.

　　The fat man shouted to me: "Don't put any more felts, you want to smoke us all to death!"

　　I said: "These black smoke can drive these bugs out." The

　　fat man said: "You didn't see them even on fire. Don't be afraid, they love the temperature of this fire far more than their fear of smoke. You didn't kill them, let's make bacon first." The

　　fat man said it was too late, and the smoke in the whole room had risen. We just bent over and continued to make the flames bigger. Soon, the desk in the great lama's room turned into a huge bonfire. The worms rushed into that campfire one after another, and the fire crackled, and every time we made the fire a little more vigorous, the worms came to put out the fire a little bit, and their bodies seemed to be full of water.

　　Soon, everything that could burn in this room had been burned by us, and smoke enveloped the entire roof. And those bugs still haven't seen the end, because we can't see the situation in the yard because of the thick smoke, and we don't know if it will be dangerous to rush out like this.

　　Fatty said: "We definitely can't leave the yard. Let's see if there are other exits from this room. Don't open the windows near the yard. Open the windows near the back mountain and see what's going on."

　　I nodded . , slapped the bugs on his body, quickly ran to the window near the back mountain, opened it carefully, and immediately realized that something was wrong. The entire wooden house was surrounded by these insects, and only a crack was opened, and the insects rushed in and shot me in the face.

　　I patted my face and called Jian Chuan to my side, and shook my head at the fat man: "The situation is not optimistic, these bugs have come out of nowhere, at least there are hundreds of millions of them."

　　The fat man said again: "This is unreasonable, why is this happening? Naive, are we dreaming because we have eaten too much? You pinch me to see if it hurts."

　　"It's not necessary." I pointed Pointing to the wound on his hand, "Doesn't it hurt that you're bitten like this? It's a dream that has long woken up from pain."

　　After I said that, I thought for a while, I don't know why I suddenly had a flash of light, and I remembered the experience when I encountered insects before. , said to the fat man: "Do you have a knife?" The

　　fat man said: "Why, commit suicide? It's too early to commit suicide, don't worry, it's not good, I will also hack you to death with one knife, and I won't let you It's a little bit painful."

　　I said, "Don't talk nonsense, bring me the knife, even if I stab myself to death, I won't die with ten knives, and I don't want to be stabbed to death by you. My destiny is always in someone else's hands. In my hand, even if you are my good friend, I don't want you to interfere."

　　Fatty sighed and pulled out a hidden knife from his waist. I rubbed the Tibetan knife on my own palm, and all of a sudden, a very deep wound was cut, and the blood flowed straight out.

　　The fat man asked, "What are you doing? You don't even know how to cut your wrists. Cutting your wrists isn't for this place. Cutting your wrists means cutting your wrists. You cut your palms, and you can't die if you cut your palms off."

　　I said: "Stop your fucking nonsense, watch."

　　I took my bloody hand and swung it at the bugs in front of me. The blood was thrown out and dripped onto the floor. Suddenly, all the bugs dispersed, as if they were avoiding my blood. The fat man said, "Hey, here we go again

　　. Joy, ignoring him, opened my palm, wiped a few hands on the fat man, and then took a few steps forward. The bugs seemed to have seen something evil, and they all backed away.