Bright spring shines on Jinling.

Pedestrians come and go, and cars and horses are endless.

The breeze is tickling and the leaves are shaking.

Lively shouting, children looking excitedly.

Wouldn't it be happier to turn a blind eye to sorrow.

The grandmother, who was still crying and begging passers-by, didn't notice Tang Guo's actions here, but some passers-by saw it and pointed at Tang Guo and the others, as if they were talking about something.

A young woman asked the man next to her, and the man shook his head and waved his hand, roughly guessing that the child was clamoring to buy something, and the family didn't let him buy it, so he actually hit himself with a brick, it was really too willful, and he was so cruel to himself at a young age, he really had to do it. It's amazing that this bear kid has grown up.

Tang Guo didn't care about the whispers of others, and urged Tang Ningqiu, who was embarrassed, to hurry up and give the pill to the old woman.

"Only you know about this, I said that I accidentally fell on this injury, you don't have to tell Tang Dada, Sister Ning Qiu. Tang Guo looked at the hesitant Tang Ningqiu and said anxiously. Tang Guo has always called Tang Dai, the head of the Tang family, Tang Da.

Because Tang Dai of the Tang family is the largest, and he is also the oldest, the two are the largest, so it is a big Tang Dada.

Tang Guo explained.

"Okay, this is the second secret between us, if today's matter is revealed, won't the head of the house want to skin me, you little bastard, even if you want to take blood, won't you take a needle, fool!"

"Sister Ning Qiu, you don't have to give them the ink, if you don't give them the medicine again, Brother Tang Qian, they are all coming over, and you and I won't be able to hide anything when the time comes. Tang Guo urged Tang Ningqiu.

Tang Ningqiu took the bloody elixir, walked to the old woman, threw a piece of silver to the vendor selling straw hats, took a straw hat from the stall next to him and put it on, lowered the brim of the hat and walked over.

Yin San woke up from the repetitive dream, he sat up, walked to the window, and opened the window.

The wolf's sense of smell made him smell a strange smell of blood, and he saw Tang Guo smashing his own bricks.

He stood by the window and stared at Tang Guo for a long time, nothing special, but the taste in the blood was like a flower attracting butterflies.

Yin San decided to take a closer look, he jumped down from the window and jumped onto the street, passers-by applauded, and a melon shed headed by a melon shack was full of melon eaters clapping their hands and applauding, "Shaoxia, what a light skill!"

Yin San walked over, gently put his hand on the head of the melon-eating man, gently pressed his head, and gently twisted his neck, the melon-eating man's body had gently collapsed to the ground, and his eyes still showed disbelief, what he had done wrong.

It's right to eat melons, but if you talk too much, you should die.

"Quack!" These were the last two words that the melon-eating man heard, and they were also the only words that Yin San had ever said to him.

Everyone was still watching Yin San jump from the roof, and they were all entangled in their hearts about how this person jumped from such a high place and didn't die.

But I didn't expect that the one who ate the melon died before the one who jumped off the building.

It is not easy to eat melons, and eat and cherish them.

Everyone looked at the corpse of the man who ate melons and wanted to go up to theorize, but what they faced was Yin Sanxiao's murderous gaze.

The reason why Yin San kills people is to think, just like a person who laughs when he thinks of something funny.

It's been more than a month since he came to Jinling, and the circle is almost complete, and when the circle is completed, Yin San should leave, and when he started to arrive, he never imagined that he could spend these moments here peacefully.

Later he learned to disguise, which he thought would be a good pastime when he was bored, pretending to be a human being, a person who could withstand hunger and panic.

Disguise is like a mask, some people say that it will hurt to tear it off after wearing it for a long time, but the white paper will definitely become dirty, no matter how painful it is, the mask cannot be worn for a lifetime, not to mention that Yin San just uses the mask as a toy, and so are other people, and so is this world.

It's just that some people can't tell who is the toy and who is the owner, and some people can tell the difference, but they don't want to admit it.

The whole Jinling is Yin San's playground, but now he is tired of playing.

He needs fun other than disguise, killing? too boring. What's the difference between crushing an ant?

Yin San doesn't like to crush ants, he likes to torture ants, to see how painful the ants can be, and how much pain their small body can bear.

Yin San saw an interesting thing, right in front of his eyes.

He wanted to see it.

The dead melon-eating man visibly frightened the crowd, and a woman holding a child let out a scream before turning and running away.

But she bumped into someone, she looked up, a person who shouldn't have bumped into the last person, Yin San.

Yin San, who was obviously still in front of the inn, appeared in front of the screaming woman in the blink of an eye, Yin San stretched out the wolf claws in his sleeve and split her in half, and then gently put the child down from her hand.

Children are crying, but they don't know the pain, Yin San likes to hunt pain, but time is also extremely precious.

He turned back and made a shushing gesture to the crowd, and his hoarse voice was full of playful impermanence, "Good, whoever moves first will die first!"

After that moment, there was a force that stood still in time, except for the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and the pounding heart, there was no movement from the crowd, no conversation, no flight, no blinking, for there was no doubt!

That power that stands still in time is the fear that surrounds the hearts of all people.

Life or death, it's a choice, and how many people hope it's just a nightmare.

Yin San leaves, can you wake up from a nightmare?

Yin San turned the corner and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Time still stands still, and the fear remains unresolved. Regardless of the passage of time, no one wants to be the first to try to move, because the first one has already become two halves.

It has become a nightmare that those present can never forget, accompanied by Yin San's figure, which will never be waved away.

On the other side of the street, Yin San smelled Tang Guo's blood from the window, and Yin San couldn't wait to find him.

The place where Yin San jumped was two streets away from Tang Guo, and Tang Guo and his party were unaware of what was happening here.

It's like a wild beast ambushing in the forest, ready to open its bloody jaws in front of you and bite off your head, which is one of the pastimes when Yin San is bored.

Yin San is like a shadow in the crowd, no one notices.

The sun was shining, and the bright spring light was also tinged with some warmth, and the sun on the head of the old woman who had been kowtowing had passed over her head from behind, as if standing in front of her.

She kept kowtowing, sweat like beans, kept falling, moistening the bluestone slab in front of her, looking at the bowl did not add much silver taels, the old woman did not feel the warmth of the sun, the hot sun was like poison, soaking her limbs.

The little girl lay on the ground panting, and the old woman's tears did not stop.

The moisture in the sweat was seen, and the salt in the sweat formed salt on her face, melting little by little in the hot blood of the old woman's scalp.

In the cold world, only the blood of the poor is hot.

Is it the sun that is torturing, or is it passing by you who is dismissive, you and I are sinners.

Which is more important, the breeze in front of the door!

If there is a man who will cover you, will you remember it, and it will be engraved in your bones?

How many kowtows, how many tears she shed, whether she was begging or running away, the old woman couldn't believe that future.

The little girl who counted the ants under the laurel tree seemed to tell her every day what the little ants had done today, and that the little ants were the girl's friends.

When the little girl was sick, she told her grandmother that ants are so fragile and have always existed, and trying to live is not that ants don't feel pain, but that they spend their painful time trying to live.

A brown ant crawled over the bluestone slab in front of the old woman, carrying a grain of rice on its head, and humility was never a reason to give up on hard work.

The little girl didn't give up, and neither did the old woman.

The sun was getting brighter, and the old woman knelt in front of the little girl, hoping to share some of her pain.

One by one, and then another, the old woman saw an ant crawl by, and then another, and after an uncountable count, a reddish ant was sheltered by a shadow and could escape briefly from the scorching sun.

Tang Ningqiu took a straw hat, lowered the brim of the hat, came to the woman, squatted down, looked at the cloudy eyes, handed the bloody red pill in his hand to the old woman, and said only one sentence lightly, "Don't ask anything, don't say anything, give her to eat, you can live!"

"Can you live?" the old woman heard these two words, her heart tightened, and she was so excited that she could live, which in her heart was a mirror that had been broken countless times and put together by her countless times, reflecting the world without a road.

The old woman did not hesitate, she picked up the little girl lying on the ground and fed the blood-colored pill into the little girl's mouth.

The little girl's throat rolls, and the pill rolls with saliva, swallowing, and entering the abdomen.

What they couldn't see was that the red pill entered the little girl's stomach and was absorbed at an accelerated rate dozens of times that of normal medicine, and it was digested from the abdomen in a single breath, and the medicinal power reached the little girl's limbs and bodies, warming her body.

Then a miracle played out before everyone's eyes, and the little girl stood up, not like a serious illness at the beginning of recovery, to use a more accurate word, rebirth!

The old woman could not believe her eyes, but she had been thanking God in her heart, and she turned back to the crowd to look for the woman who had sent the miracle to her, but saw nothing.

Impermanence, impermanence, impermanence, rejoicing impermanence.

There are so many misfortunes and misfortunes in the world, so there will always be two good things happening, as long as there is a heart.

Tang Guo saw the little girl take her own medicine, and her hanging heart finally fell, originally he was sitting on the ground, but now he was lying down with his hands outstretched.

"I was too myself just now, and now my head is a little concussive! Dizzy, there is a sun today, and the sky is very white! The clouds are also beautiful! Today should be a good day!"

As soon as Tang Guo lay down and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the white clouds and blue sky, he was grabbed by the collar by a pitch-black claw, and the whole person was pulled up in the air and his feet were off the ground.

"Boy, you look so funny!

Yin three cruel smiles!