mtlumby2d Chapter 537 Pancakes
Chapter 537 Pancakes
Chapter 537 Pancakes
He was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, soaking a large area of the cloth under his body.
His body twitched from time to time, and his hands waved wildly in the air, as if he was trying to grab something, or trying to push something away.
When I woke up the next morning, my face was pale and I had no strength in my body, as if all my muscles and bones had been pulled out. Even sitting up was very difficult.
He barely supported his body and got down to the ground. His steps were unsteady and he staggered with every step, as if he would be blown down by a gust of wind.
For the next few days, I had nightmares every night.
The scenes in the dream are all strange and varied, but without exception they are all related to that place.
Sometimes, you are chased by a group of hideous evil spirits that suddenly appear from that place, and you can’t escape no matter how hard you try;
Sometimes that place turns into a bottomless black hole, with darkness all around and only the endless sound of wind and one's own screams in one's ears.
"Ah~"
Every time I wake up from a nightmare, I sweat profusely, my heart beats faster, and I fall into extreme panic.
I was startled by Lao Zhu's cry of "Ah~" and my body shook uncontrollably.
"Why haven't I heard of this?"
The man scratched his head, his face full of confusion, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to see through the other person and get a reasonable explanation from him.
Old Zhu rolled his eyes at him and muttered to himself: Of course I haven’t heard of it before, I made it up.
"If you had heard that, would you still go there to release the water? Didn't you see that you were the only one going? If I hadn't stopped you, you would have gotten into big trouble."
Old Zhu spoke vividly and pointed to the gloomy place in the distance.
"This matter was kept secret and not allowed to be spread outside. Later, it was treated as an epidemic, but it couldn't be cured. The patient was still burned." Old Zhu lowered his voice and said mysteriously, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
The man suddenly felt cold all over, as if a chill was running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
His body began to tremble involuntarily, and the color on his face disappeared in an instant.
His eyes were wide open, filled with fear, and he hugged himself with his hands. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
"Old Zhu, you're a really nice person. If it were someone else, they would probably wait until I'm done with my discharge before telling me."
He looked at Lao Zhu with gratitude, his eyes full of relief.
He patted Lao Zhu's shoulder and shook it vigorously. "If you hadn't stopped me in time, I might have lost my life. If you have any problems in the future, just tell me and I will definitely help you."
"That's right. Look how good I am to you. Go back. I am sleepy too."
Old Zhu yawned, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was obviously a little tired.
"Let's just let this happen today. Don't mention it again. Go back and have a good sleep. You still have to work tomorrow."
After saying that, Lao Zhu turned and left, leaving the man there.
He cast his gaze in that direction, and the thoughts in his mind began to become tangled like a tangled thread.
The place seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious haze. Every time I looked at it, a chill seemed to run up my spine. The more I thought about it, the creepier it became.
However, his curiosity was like a restless little beast, scratching constantly in his heart.
I stood there blankly for a while, my feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and every step I took seemed extremely difficult.
There was a fierce struggle going on in my heart. The urge to go over and see what was going on was burning like a raging fire, but fear was like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the fire again and again.
After all, I still didn't muster up enough courage to take that step.
He subconsciously reached out and touched his chin, his rough palm rubbing against the newly grown stubble, and a numb feeling instantly spread throughout his body.
He frowned and muttered, "Old Zhu won't let me tell anyone. Do I look like someone who would keep a secret? How could I possibly hold it in?"
He raised his head and looked at the dark night sky. The moon was blocked by thick clouds and there was deathly silence all around.
"Well, if it weren't so late now and everyone was asleep, I would have to find someone to talk about this. Forget it, forget it, let's wait until tomorrow. I will definitely find someone to talk to tomorrow."
He walked back, and when he reached the place, he fell down and lay there, staring straight up at the sky.
His curiosity about that place and the fear he had just experienced intertwined together, making him unable to calm down for a long time.
Tossing over and over like a pancake.
He tried to calm his mind and counted the stars, but as soon as the shining stars flashed through his mind, they were replaced by the image of that place.
He sighed helplessly and covered his head with his clothes, but the thoughts were so prevalent that he couldn't fall asleep at all.
Old Zhu lay down on the ground without even a piece of cloth covering him. After a while, he began to snore evenly. He was sleeping soundly.
I really did something big tonight, and I feel so happy about it.
He was grinning in his dream, and all his worries were thrown out of his mind at that moment.
Early the next morning, the rumors about Nier that were circulating widely were blown away by a sudden gust of strange wind, and were replaced by rumors of ghosts.
Under an old crooked tree, a few people were gathered together, chatting mysteriously while watching to see if the yamen runners were coming.
One of the fat ladies slapped her thigh suddenly, attracting everyone's attention, and said in a low voice: "Have you heard that there is a ghost near where they boil the medicine~"
A tall and thin man next to him raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Did you see it?"
The fat lady rolled her eyes at her, put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice and said, "What do you mean I saw it? If I had seen it, would I still be here talking to you peacefully? Maybe I would have been scared to death by that ghost and would have collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up!"
As she spoke, she shuddered exaggeratedly, as if the ghost was right behind her.
When the tall and thin man heard her say that, his curiosity was like dry wood ignited by fire, and he hurriedly urged, "That's right, tell me what's going on."
The fat lady cleared her throat and straightened her back, just like a storyteller.
She described in vivid detail what she had heard, sometimes with her eyes wide open, in a look of horror;
After a while he lowered his voice and described the appearance of the ghost in a mysterious voice.
She was spitting and gesticulating, as if she was an eyewitness to the incident.
At this time, an old man who had been squatting nearby and listening silently stood up slowly and patted the dirt off his body.