Then I tried to open my mouth to see if I could make a sound, but my mouth couldn't make a sound at all.
However, what I can feel is that my soul and body are not so light anymore.
Because I haven't woken up, but I know that the time must not be short, and in my consciousness, I have been chanting non-stop, and I dare not relax at any time.
Sometimes when I feel that the ghost thing is not secretly fighting with me, I take a short break, and as soon as I feel the power of its dark place surge, I immediately cheer up and speed up the chanting.
In this way, I feel that at least three days should have passed in the struggle between you and me, but I don't know if my feeling is accurate.
Only my eyes can move, and the rest of my body is completely out of the control of my brain, so I have to give up trying, at least now that I have woken up, it is very happy that my eyes can see.
I rolled my eyelids and turned my eyes from side to side, trying to see my surroundings clearly, and my neck couldn't move, so my vision was also limited.
I looked to the left and looked at the window to make sure it was daytime, because the moment I opened my eyes, the sunlight hit my eyes.
I looked to the right again, and found that only my grandmother was resting on the chair next to me with her eyes closed, and there was no one else in the room.
Yes, I'm already unconscious, and even if everyone is here, it won't help, so I might as well do something else and wait for me to wake up again.
But now the question is, how can I let my grandmother know that I'm awake?
Grandma should have been guarding me for the past few days, and I saw that she was now haggard, and her whole person had lost a lot of weight, which was much thinner than I saw when I was carried back by Angkor and entered the house that day.
I wanted to cry in distress, and tears flowed down my eyes Suddenly, I noticed that my nose could make a stuffy sound when I cried, and I could sniff.
The voice was small, but if I sniffed hard, it might catch my grandmother's attention, so that she could notice that I was awake.
In other words, since I was a child, I cried and stuffed my nose, as if I had a bad cold, and my nose was stuffed and I couldn't breathe at all.
For this reason, I was still distressed for a long time, because it was uncomfortable, so I always tried not to cry, otherwise I would be the one who suffered.
As soon as I plugged my nose, I felt that my brain was starved of oxygen, and I was groggy and wanted to lie in bed and sleep as soon as I finished crying.
My grandmother said that I couldn't sleep after crying, it hurt my body, but there was no way, I felt that my brain would not turn after crying, so I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep.
But I didn't expect that this problem, which has been bothering me for many years, can still help me at the most critical moment.
The brain dominates the only eye that can move, and the head tells itself to think of something that makes me sad so that I can cry.
As soon as my nose was plugged, I quickly sniffed in, using all my strength to make the sound as loud as I could.
Grandma slept very lightly, and after I sniffed a few times, she finally woke up, at first I was not sure if I was awake, grandma sat on the chair with her head sideways, listening carefully to my movements. aa2705221: