Like, the vicissitudes of life are fleeting.

The stars rise, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Shuang Lang seemed to be standing in the center of the changing seasons, watching Han Mo walk towards him little by little, opening his hands, and his eyes were full of the tenderness of the spring breeze.

"I'm late. ”

He stood in front of her, holding her handcuffed hands. Blood oozed from his wrists, blooming on his skin like a red lotus. He flicked it, and the wound disappeared. The familiar aura on Han Mo's body made her very calm after taking a deep breath.

Shuang Lang looked into his pupils, tears overflowing, silent.

Han Mo stroked her hair and took off her red Tang jacket that was already covered with mud, and inside was still the white dress, and the blood stains on it made people feel distressed.

He took off his coat from himself and put it on for her. He patted her thin shoulder lightly, and turned to look at the cowering woman.

The woman shuddered and clutched her injured ear, her feet waiting for the dirt to lean against the coffin. She was chanting "Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless ......" just now, and she saw everything. The man appeared out of thin air, and the clouds were split in half in the sky. It must not be a fairy, it must be a monster! The woman held the jade bodhisattva on her chest, and screamed loudly: "Don't come here!"

"Don't come here!"

The woman wanted to turn around and run back, but her feet were limp and she couldn't move.

Han Mo's tall figure was condescending in front of her, and the shadow that shrouded her made her tremble.

Han Mo didn't like this place, he didn't like the place of Zhangmen Village, and he always felt that there was a faint connection with him, and he could outline a sad past. But when his feet landed on this former land, he was unusually steady, and it seemed that something was finally going to fall.

He looked coldly at the woman curled up next to the coffin, his face sank, and he shot angrily.

The rain poured down and fell from the sky, like a dense array of arrows, and smashed a low depression beside the woman. Immediately afterwards, the woman swayed and "plopped" and fell into the pit screaming.

Han Mo's face was not good, "What, I want to marry a daughter-in-law for my son, okay, that's just what you want, just pick one from the white bones in the ground." ”

The entire village of this Zhangmen Village has been swallowed up by the monstrous river, and under the soil, it is really full of white bones, pulling the woman's ankle with teeth and claws, and giggling.

"Don't come! Don't come! Help me, please, help me!" she pleaded suddenly, and the flesh on her face trembled. Han Mo laughed contemptuously and did not speak. The rain corroded the woman's skin like sulfuric acid, and the flesh on her face stood out, gradually turning white.

The dirt gathered at her, tearing at the corners of her clothes, scratching her face, and choking her sharp throat in the wailing.

The voice faded away.

Shuanglang looked at the man in front of him quietly, strange and familiar. She was never surprised by his mysterious power, and after a moment's silence, she said, "You're late. ”

The voice was full of grief and reluctance, and she didn't know why she was so melancholy in her heart all of a sudden.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, and Shuanglang's voice seemed to come from distant memory. He looked at her face and said, "Go home." ”

Shuanglang didn't move.

It's like a piece of white jade standing in the wind and rain.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but the sudden burst of power made the dream sparkle in front of her eyes. When Han Mo lifted the soil, the white bones of the Yellow Spring below actually made her sneer twice. I had never heard that voice before.

Resentful, but indifferent.

She walked over to the hollow in the dirt and said, "Open these and show me." ”

She wanted to see, from the depths of her soul, to see these people, as if they were inextricably linked. In Shuanglang's eyes, the taste of hatred faintly shone brightly.

Han Mo originally wanted to say that it was too dirty, but he still agreed to her.

The soil was turned over layer by layer, as light as the waves of the river. Shuang Lang asked, "Where is this?"

"Zhangmen Village. ”

She thought of a county chronicle on Han Mo's bookshelf, loaded with the stupid and absurd story of Zhangmen Village, and at the end of the story, it was said that the sky had flooded the village, and no one survived. I didn't expect to be dragged properly to the place where this dream once appeared.

Han Mo looked at her thoughtfully, staring at the mud rolling and moving, and the cold slowly invaded his heart.

"What are you looking at?"

Shuang Lang pinched a handful of dirt and was expressionless. It seems that the surrounding sounds are bustling, the villagers are shouting and frolicking, and the bungalows are moving forward in her eyes, this familiar place, it seems that she has walked through every grass and tree one by one. She lifted her feet and jumped into the dirt.

"Be careful!" Han Mo didn't hold her, and then fell into the dirt pile.

Shuanglang bent down and saw a small red wooden stick in the dirt, the color was only the size of a little finger. She gently brushed the dirt with her hands, and saw a small, dirty drum lying on the ground.

She carefully picked it up, held it in the palm of her hand, cherished it like a rare treasure, and held it up.

The drumstick of the small wave drum has disappeared, but Shuanglang feels that it is the one in his dream.

Suddenly, his nose was slightly sore, and his eyes were slightly red.

Her lips grew paler and her fingers trembled.

Han Mo's eyes fell on the wave drum, and his gaze suddenly tightened, this drum seemed to have been seen somewhere! Shuang Lang was surrounded by a faint demonic aura, and between her eyebrows was the taste of Han Mo's dream.

This rattle also appeared in his mind!

He toyed with it, knocked it on his back, and handed it to the girl who was similar to Shuanglang!

Their eyebrows and smiles gradually overlapped in Han Mo's mind.

Knock knock, knock knock.

I don't know what kind of leather it is made of, but it hasn't broken after so many years. Shuanglang tapped his fingers lightly. Han Mo took it and saw that it was a kind of fish skin at the bottom of the river, and his brows furrowed.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder exploded in the ears of the two of them.

Not far away, the river overflowed.

When Han Mo heard the sound of cooing, he secretly screamed that it was not good, the road was narrow, and he actually encountered the same river demon. River demons will compete with each other for territory, expand the area of the watershed, and increase their strength and strength. But he has been away from the demon world for a long time, and he has hidden it very well, how can he be targeted again?

"Han Mo, long time no see. ”

The voice is long and long.

Han Mo pulled up Shuanglang and leaped to the flat ground, watching a figure appear in the black water. The man's body was soaked in thick, dark blisters, and the outline of his face gradually emerged. Like a zombie, the skin is rotten.

"I've been waiting for you!"