If you look at it from a bird's-eye view from a very high place, the yellow water of Longxin Lake looks like a huge heart that has been infected with a vicious disease, but is still trying its best to beat. It sits proudly between two states, and since the earthquake, it has been rumored that there are water monsters underneath, and it is no longer prosperous. There are no villages and towns on the four shores, there is no Yang Fan in the water, and it is difficult for Sichuan Ying to communicate. Only when it is turbid and thousands of miles wide, when the waves rise, can you see a clear water.

The nameless river in the southeast corner of Longxin Lake is like a tiny vein, flowing quietly towards the bottomless wound of the earth. On the edge of the cliff, this water flow erupted with earth-shattering momentum, piercing through the sky without hesitation, causing the silver beads to fall suddenly, shattering and endlessly. This wall-hung white water has a name: Drinking Sky Waterfall. If you stare at this waterfall for a long time, you will feel a kind of anxiety from the bottom of your heart, as if the water of Longxin Lake will be swallowed up by the abyss of sin in a short time.

Every morning, a cloud of mist rises over the abyss, making it difficult to see the details, but knowing that there is no road ahead, as if walking to the end of the world. With his palms together, he shouted with all his strength under the mist, and after dozens of moments of silence in his heart, he could hear an extremely faint echo. It's as if there's another self hiding on the other side of the fog.

When the fog clears, the moat reveals its true face, the left and right are endless, the other side is faint, and the sun is out of authority. The weak-hearted will never dare to stand on the edge of the cliff and look down, because the bottomless darkness seems to have the power to fall into the soul.

How deep the abyss of guilt is, the world can't tell. There is a saying that if you pull out the highest mountain in the world and insert it upside down, you will not necessarily be able to pop up.

This gully is in the heat and humidity all year round, and there are many snakes and insects. Occasionally, peerless powerhouses go down to investigate, and it is difficult to see living creatures. The light can't sink in, and the wind can't come in. I can't see my fingers, I don't know where to lift my feet, and if I step on something soft and collapsed, I don't know if it's an animal carcass or a lump of mud. Your eyes are useless, and you dare to touch the wet rock wall, and at any moment you will be pierced by the tail hook of a poisonous scorpion, or the finger joints will be broken by the claws of a tarantula.

Here, darkness and silence are eternal melodies. If you see two spectres of light flickering, it means that the owner of the pupil is watching its prey, and if you feel a strong wind behind you, it is a huge monster pounced on you.

After a long period of suffocation, you meet the person of your dreams in a soft curtain of light. It may be the relatives you think about day and night, showing you the most gentle and warm smile and beckoning to you. Or a graceful young lady who will give you the most affectionate soothing with her excellent singing voice. You have forgotten how long you have not seen people, how long you have not heard people's voices, and your lust and thoughts have turned into harness and flowed to the placket of your clothes. You open your arms and embrace the curtain of light.

You have forgotten that all the light in the abyss is vain. The curtain of light turned into a ghostly fire, scorching you mercilessly. Your screams fade and several ghosts emerge from the darkness, devouring your soul. You leave a pale corpse with all your mouths open. Filth and mud are wrapped in your clothes, insects and ants burrow into your seven orifices, and passing beasts smell your entrails gnawed away by maggots, and they hold back their hunger and abandon you.

Perhaps you have avoided all the calamities with the most devout prayers and persistent caution, and you have not been able to slip into some small cave with one foot in the air as you advance. The walls of the cave are slippery like fish intestines, and you have nothing to rely on, so you can't climb up. All the coldness and loneliness came over you, and you sat down and began to talk to yourself. After a while, you closed your eyes when you ran out of energy, and there was another hungry ghost in the world.

Of course, you may be favored by the heavens, and all the calamities are insulated from you. But you're just an ordinary person, you can't adapt to the environment and climate below the abyss, and you can't find anything to fill your stomach. Within five days of max, your body will be eroded and begin to fester, and the feeling of itching and hunger will hit you. You reach for the itchy spot and scratch a fragile piece of flesh. You are overwhelmed by your grip on your flesh, and the pervasive hunger pangs drive you to eat it. So you go crazy, and your body has not come to an end, but the mental breakdown hastened your demise.

At the bottom of such a difficult and dangerous abyss, no one could have imagined that there was a strange person living alone.

The strange man had unkempt hair and shoulders, wrapped in a layer of armor made of dry mud, with a string of copper coins around his neck and a gourd pinned to his waist with rattan.

The strange man found a pool of water, climbed up the stone wall for miles, and sat in a crevice in the rock. The land vein on this side is the side close to Yingzhou, and the higher it goes, the more vertical it becomes, and even the inverted one. If you want to climb this cliff with your bare hands and see the sun on the ground, it is difficult to reach the sky.

In this crevice of the rock, the gray arc of the cracked sky can be clearly seen with the eyes of a strange man, and if you climb up, the eaves-like rock formations will obscure all view.

Looking up at the very high place on the opposite side, there is a white waterfall. Near it heard the deafening sound of the flood, and far away it saw the still water leaving traces. The waterfall is cut by jagged rocks, and the further down it goes, the more it spreads, the more it spreads, the more sparse it becomes, and the yellow-white splashes are thinned into a transparent color. After a trek of dozens of miles, the waterfall lost all its majesty and turned into a mountain spring clinging to the rock wall, obediently flowing into the pool at the bottom of the abyss.

The strange man reconfirmed the time and direction calculated by the master, and said to himself, "Just wait here." ”

Five years ago, there was a disgraced battle at the bottom of the abyss, when a group of high-nosed blue-eyed Caucasian men killed the giant artifact that had never been seen before. The stranger's master emerges from his hiding place, snatches an item from the corpse of the artifact, and has never been seen since. Before leaving, the master gave the strange man two tasks, one was to guard the huge corpse and wait for him to return, and the other was to welcome the noble man who "flew across the sky" five years later.

As a reward, the master gave one of his gourds of burning knife wine to the stranger. This promise of gourd wine kept the stranger at the bottom of the abyss for five years.

Who is the "nobleman"? The weirdo is not clear. I only know that the master came to the south of the empire in order to find a noble person who broke the unprecedented change, and he was just an orphan he picked up by the way.

The strange man who grew up with the master since he was a child, only he knows how difficult the five years he has lived since he left the master. After only half a month of living in the abyss, his clothes were all rotten, so he had to smear himself with mud and dry it with fire as clothes.

The abyss was several miles wide, and he often walked back and forth between the cliffs on both sides in the dark, watching the long arc on the horizon change from wide to narrow, and then from narrow to wide. Imagine yourself as an ant stuck in a rock crevice to pass the time of boredom.

The corpse of the artifact at the bottom of the abyss was four or five miles long, and he didn't dare to approach it at first. I never thought that what kind of creature would have such a size, and I heard Master say that only ancient divine beasts would grow so big. But even if this beast is alive, it still can't reach the surface when it straightens up.

Over time, the corpse of this steely mountain-like divine beast became the best companion for strange people. In addition to filling its stomach and counting the days, the strange man lies on its cold back all day long. Its body is somewhat like a centipede magnified countless times, and every inch of its skin is extremely hard, like a hundred cold iron casting. I can't count how many pairs of chelicerae it has, each of which resembles a fallen giant tree. The feet are covered with fine fluff, but the fluff is a deadly hard thorn for ordinary people.

If the beast had not fallen, passing through it from underneath would reveal a huge wound in its abdomen, which had been opened by a Caucasian who had made the sword open. The sword had caused its blue blood to flow into a river, and where the river of blood flowed, not a single creature had ever stepped in, so it was safest to stay with this corpse.

What the weirdo didn't understand was that this divine beast obviously had the power to tear the heavens and the earth, so why didn't he just kill those Caucasians. only defended and did not resist, and finally ended up dead. Its head was always against the stone wall, so that the strange man had never seen its face. But the weirdos admired it sincerely, and they didn't think to eat its meat when they were the hungriest.

Later, the strange man was too lonely, and he was also moved by compassion and decided to dig a big tomb for him to bury. Digging the ground with bare hands, taking a step forward a day, and digging is five years. Every month, the weirdo drank a small sip of the roasted knife wine in the gourd. In the last days, when the tomb was dug up, the strange man drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and the spicy wine entered his throat, and tears welled up at once. It was the first time he had cried in the abyss, and he felt sadness like never before, but he didn't know how far his hands had come.

In the past five years, the strange man has grown a beard, and his young face is carved with vicissitudes. "Master, don't lie to me. He sat quietly in the crack in the stone and waited.

There was a torrential rain in the sky without warning, perhaps accompanied by thunder, but the thunder was also afraid of the power of the abyss, and did not dare to go down. Even if the entire Longxin Lake is dumped, this abyss can be drunk in one gulp, the strange thought.

From time to time, small and weak rocks were washed and rolled down by the rain, or stuck between larger stones, or smashed into the soil beneath the abyss. After years of rain and snow, these two thousands of miles of cliffs have become more and more indestructible, and perhaps only time can wear them away.

Let the rain rain rain like a flood, and the strange man stood still, staring at the junction of the arc of heaven and the waterfall. Two black dots flashed out of the blue, and one of them stopped after a distance, as if tripped over something. Another slightly larger black dot kept falling, occasionally bumping against the rock.

The strange man stepped out of the crack in the stone, calculated the position and height of the black dot, and his palms and fingers tossed, and he quickly formed a handprint. The eighth mudra was formed, and the incantation was immediately blurted out: "Front, Soldier, Fight, Person, All, Array, Column, Front, Line!" After speaking, the strange man rose to the sky and greeted the black dot.