In the cold night of early autumn, the Yellow River is silent all the way. The wind blows through the rushing Yellow River, like a whimpering river in a dream.

A thousand words are not worth a sentence

Repeatedly unable to hold a grain of sand

I don't look the same way as anyone else

If you know, please don't go

I followed them all in the streets and in the sea

How to laugh and how crazy to feel together

To love more, to pet more, to accept them all

I just don't see your tenderness

Not every love song has good memories

Running out of sadness is only separation

Not every heart will be cherished

Even if I love you so much

Not every love song has good memories

It was you who said you wanted me to accompany you to the end

True and false

When it dreams along

The music coming out of the headphones knocked on Zhang Xinyi's thoughts, and she looked at the eternal Yellow River with a blurred gaze, as if she was narrating her emotions that were not enough to express in words.

The gurgling water of the Yellow River under the embankment is rushing, Zhang Xinyi looks at it, it has seen too many joys and sorrows in the world, everyone is this month has not been according to the ancients, and the ancient moon has been according to the present people. In front of such a ruthless reference, Zhang Xinyi felt the sadness of suffocation.

Sad, very sad, the feeling of falling out of love is so uncomfortable, everything is no longer controllable, people come and go, careless, you can give up a person casually, the former sea vows, the sea is dry and rotten by the spirit of no contract, giving up a promise is the same conditioned reflex as the toilet paper wiping your nose after eating beef noodles, even so, why do you need a lot of promises?

Are women inherently weak?

In the face of you boys who are strong and ambitious, and have a desire to kill in your blood.

We girls are indeed weakling.

However, don't look for us girls when you're too capable!

The only means we have, evolved over the ages, is to create your sincere promise, and with this pledge of allegiance, I am your queen, you are my knight, you are my protector, and I am the contract to ensure that you will not hurt me. You will defend me from the rain and winds of this world with your strong, ambitious, bloody killing.

Now, everything is gone, there are no knights, there is no protector, and this world of unknown truth has come to me with unknown intentions.

Zhang Xinyi had already strolled to the way back to school, and the city was noisy and crowded. The world has become very far away.

Love whoever you want!

When the time is frightening, I won't be seen by the walking dead on the streets, so I'd better go and change my hairstyle, and suddenly I want to make a shawl hair.

A large hairdresser as bright as day appeared in front of me.

Walking inside, the barber shop mixed with the smell of shampoo and the smell of perms and dyed hair seemed to be bustling.

After the washing, a young barber with a pale face and a melancholy gaze came over and stroked his hair without a word.

He opened his mouth a little shyly, "What hairstyle do you want to make?"

"Shawl hair!"

The young hairstylist looked at Zhang Xinyi with some crampedness.

"What's the problem?"

"Nope." The young man dodged Zhang Xinyi's gaze, and began to take care of the haircutting tools wordlessly, moving his body movements back and forth, like a forbearing, fragile, and well-behaved child who deliberately showed himself in front of adults.

"What a gift to my current state." Zhang Xinyi thought a little speechlessly.

The young man didn't dare to look at Zhang Xinyi, who was looking at him in the mirror, and twisted his gaze on Zhang Xinyi's hair.

But he carefully looked at Zhang Xinyi's face through the mirror.

But he always met the latter's angry gaze.

I had to lower my eyes to dodge.

After dodging like this a few times.

The young barber opened his mouth "You ......"

"I'm not in the mood to chat, I'm not a regular visitor here, and it's impossible for me to get a membership card, from now on, whoever says another word between the two of me will crawl on the ground!" Zhang Xinyi fired on and interrupted the young man's words.

The young man's aggrieved emotions flickered in his eyes, and his face turned even paler, as if all the pain in the world was gathered on him.

Zhang Xinyi, who was furious, suddenly felt a trace of indescribable feeling when she saw this.

The wordless cutting of the hair of the two formed a world of difference with the laughter and laughter around them.

The hair was cut after all.

"Are you satisfied?" The young man asked weakly.

"I'm not satisfied, but it's okay." Zhang Xinyi stood up and stroked her hair in the mirror.

"I ...... Suddenly I remembered a poem that I wanted to give to you. The young man spoke.

Zhang Xinyi looked back with a wary face, "What do you mean?" ”

"It's just, I suddenly remembered that this poem is very suitable for you." The young man looked flustered, not knowing how to explain.

Zhang Xinyi's eyes showed a cold light.

"Poetry...... The poem is called Ode to the Moon. The young man saw that Zhang Xinyi had not reacted aggressively, and began to recite softly in a low, weak voice:

Whether your pallor is because of

Tired of climbing to heaven

Look at the earth

Wander alone among the stars that are different from yours

So you're fickle

Like sad eyes

Loyal targets can't be found

Zhang Xinyi was silent for a while, and looked up and down carefully at this young man, lonely you, carrying a fragile lantern, have touched the softest part of my heart, that is sympathy and care intertwined, for the weak emotions.

Zhang Xinyi went to the bar to check out and asked, "What is the name of the person who gave me a haircut?" ”

When I went out again, my attention to the broken love had been 99% diverted in this extremely short time, and I glanced at the dark and silent Yellow River water under the embankment of the Yellow River, looming in the dark night, and the waves were gusting.

Hurt, if it makes people grow, why am I afraid of the injury of breaking up.

I don't feel good, very bad, Zhang Xinyi, who got up early in the morning, has the intention to avoid the crowd, and I don't want to go to class today.

For a long time, a powerful weapon to support your arrogance is to be at the top of the academic rankings, so let's take a break today and see how the busy world turns around.

Walking through the streets around the school, there were many surprises, many small shops with petty bourgeois characteristics filled the school, and after a small movie theater, Zhang Xinyi was immediately attracted by the name of the theater.

Theatre of Pathos.

Only one film will be shown throughout the day.

Dream of the Covered Bridge

Zhang Xinyi bought a ticket, and she was the only one in the screening hall with more than 20 seats.

Come on, let me embrace this empty and lonely time of despair.

Zhang Xinyi knows her Scorpio personality and can watch this kind of film reminiscing about the passing years, but at the beginning of the film, the appearance of a young man interrupted her calm mood.

The young man fiddles with a portable video recorder in his hand, which constantly emits a sparkling blue light, which is dazzling in the theater.

He fixed the VCR in the middle of the seat in front of him, leaned back in his seat, and yawned boredly.

Zhang Xinyi walked over.

"You're going to pirate this kind of film? Garbage thieves. ”

The pirates approached Zhang Xinyi, with a young and sunny face that was simple and enthusiastic.

"I steal people, people steal me, please call me the messenger of cultural transmission!"

Zhang Xinyi smiled condescendingly.

"The party-state is ruined by people like you, the bitterness and happiness are uneven, there are few sheep and wolves, and there are encroachments, which is a long-term disadvantage."

"That's a good point, but it's pointless!"

A man and a woman on the screen started a conversation, and Zhang Xinyi in the theater was exactly the same as the young man.

"I have always loved art very much, so I came here from the post of the gatekeeper of Tiangong Garden, and tirelessly pursued the true meaning of art." The young man spoke earnestly.

"However, I was too naïve, I thought that I would be able to realize my dream by coming to Dalanzhou, but in the end I followed the tide and became an inconspicuous component of this ruthless city."

"So you make a living from pirated movies?" Zhang Xinyi did not have the slightest sympathy.

"Anybody who wants to jump higher needs a squat, and now it's just a squat before I take off. I will always take Deng Gong as a model for my generation! ”

"He's your predecessor in the piracy world?"

"No, he's a successful cultural merchant!" The young man's eyes lit up.

"Deng Gong was just a film projectionist in a remote mountainous area, with a humble background and a bleak future, but his footsteps on the road of art have never stopped!"

"It's just going from one mountain village screening venue to another, it's all about making ends meet." Zhang Xinyi was dismissive.

"No, Deng Gong didn't give up, he turned around gorgeously, relying on the savings he had worked so hard to accumulate, he produced an unusually popular TV series and climbed to the peak of his dreams." The young man clenched his fist with one hand, and his fighting spirit was high.

Zhang Xinyi yawned, turned her head to look at a man and a woman on the screen, the vines climbing in the corridor, the space filled with golden sunlight, and the sky intertwined with light and shadow in the distance.

After countless vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, who will you be by?

Zhang Xinyi's eyes turned red.

The young man noticed Zhang Xinyi's grief, put away the video recorder and left first.

Zhang Xinyi sat in the lonely fortress and waited until the lights were on and the movie subtitles were finished. Leaving the Theater of Sadness in a daze.

The earthly world stands silently forever, back to the school where school was left at noon, and today all the gossip headlines are spreading, and there is a murder by the Yellow River near the school.

Under all kinds of hustle and bustle, Zhang Xinyi knew about it, but it was very far away, and it had nothing to do with me now, no, and it had nothing to do with me on all the timelines.

Zhang Xinyi, who returned to the dormitory, covered herself with a towel quilt and tossed and turned. Hot and dry.

Know for yourself. These are the two selves in my heart chatting, and I don't want to hear it, so I get up and leave the dormitory.

All the night soaked in heat, so far away swirling.

All the distant darkness in front of you gathers in the present.

Zhang Xinyi took a seat at the Xiandura coffee shop on the petty bourgeois street near the school.

Rao was not in the mood and was attracted by the decoration in the café.

A full-size silver Romanian wyvern hangs from the dome, and from top to bottom, the surrounding walls are covered with silver fissures.

Grids of various sizes are stuffed with flags of Gothic painting of all kinds.

The utensils on the coffee table, as far as the eye can see, are shining.

The shape is unique and the pattern is exquisite.

In the center of the bar is a tent of animal skins rising from the ground.

Under the open roller curtains, there are all kinds of altars and jars.

A tall woman wrapped herself in a floor-to-ceiling trench coat walked to Zhang Xinyi's table.

"What to drink?"

Zhang Xinyi looked at the condescending woman, with a dignified appearance and a cold face.

"Jamaica's Blue Mountains."

"Nope."

"Brazilian charcoal grill."

"Nope."

"Cappuccino."

"Nope."

Zhang Xinyi glared angrily, there is no coffee in the coffee shop?

The woman's gaze wandered, and she said, "You seem to be very sad, what are you talking about?" ”

"You have to take care of it!"

"I'll make you a potion with a carnation that contains luck, healing, healing, and money, plus protection, strength, healing, and healing."

"Low sugar!" Zhang Xinyi gladly accepted.

The woman turned and stried. The opening under the trench coat.

Zhang Xinyi saw that she only had one leg.

The woman quickly made the potion on the bar.

I took it and put it on the table, and sat down.

Zhang Xinyi drank the potion and stared at the woman silently.

"In fact, sadness happens every day, and there are many components of sadness, love and hatred, life collapses, this is a miserable world." The woman spoke first.

"My grief is pure, it's a loss of love." Zhang Xinyi took a sip of the potion.

"Then I'll tell you a story and divert your attention." The woman's cold face was filled with warm pleasure.

The story tells the story of Frankenstein, a young scientist who pursues and uses the biological knowledge of the time, obtains different human organs and tissues from morgues and other places, assembles them into a human body, and uses lightning to bring this human body to life.

Although giants are kind by nature, yearn for beauty, and desire affection, because of their ugly appearance, they are regarded as monsters by society and as a huge threat, and they run into walls everywhere. He asks Frankenstein to create a spouse for himself, promising to stay away from him when the deed is done.

Fergus initially agreed to the monster, but when he was close to success, he was worried that the monster race would endanger society from now on, so he destroyed the female monster.

The long-awaited monster takes revenge and kills Fu's fiancée and several other relatives. Fergus vowed to destroy his work, tracked the monster all the way to the Arctic, and died of illness after being tortured, and the monster died.

"Pretty good story, right?" The young woman asked.

"'Frankstein', I've seen it for a long time." Zhang Xinyi didn't care.

"So, it's a miserable world, especially in the world of feelings, it's inevitable that it hurts, and whoever you fall in love with is a knife handed to whom, but you can't predict when he'll use it to peel apples for you, or if he'll stab you in the heart." The young woman replied with a cold and blank expression.

Zhang Xinyi silently recalled the young woman's words.

"You have to go outside more often, seriously deconstruct the constituent elements of this tragic event, and look at them in series, and you will find the true appearance of the ocean composed of thousands of water droplets!" A young woman who teaches Chun Chun.

"I really don't know what this miserable world of the ocean has to do with me!" Zhang Xinyi rejected the young woman's suggestion, drank the potion, and left the coffee shop.

However, Zhang Xinyi actually listened.

Tragic events make up this endless world.

For example.

At this moment, how many people are suffering from a broken love like me.

Zhang Xinyi raised her eyes to the sky.

It was raining in the bleak autumn.

The sigh from the deepest part of the zenith represents the rain falling like tears at this moment.

The fishy smell of heaven and earth is like a hidden gaze.

It's a real miserable world.

In the stream of this miserable world.

Zhang Xinyi saw He Wei's face.

Knock out your own reliance in the deepest part of your heart.

Zhang Xinyi ran fast in the rain.

All the way to the barber shop where He Wei was.

In the relationship of autumn rain, the barber hall is brightly lit.

Let Zhang Xinyi feel warm, dependent and yearning.

Get into it.

I saw He Wei coming towards him.

He Wei smiled melancholy and joyfully at Zhang Xinyi.

Zhang Xinyi looked at He Wei in front of her, soft and fragile.

All that long crazy love

It's so short after the pass

All the strong and fragile bears look forward to the other side

"It's raining, my hair is wet, I'm coming to you to wash my hair." Zhang Xinyi looked directly at He Wei.

"It won't rain every day!" He Wei persuaded him.

Zhang Xinyi listened quietly.

He Wei beckoned Zhang Xinyi to follow him, and then turned around and went first.

Zhang Xinyi followed suit.

Empty, quiet, flowing warm water on the shampoo chair.

The moment when Zhang Xinyi lay down.

I felt my neck supported by He Wei's palm.

Water flows through the hair.

Feel warm, flowing and pampered.

He Wei's pale face glowed with warm concern.

looked at Zhang Xinyi condescendingly.

"Are you sad?"

"Yes, the pain is coming, and I can't get rid of it!" Zhang Xinyi admitted.

"I'll read you a poem."

"Hmm!"

"We are like clouds covering the midnight moon

Never stop running, flickering, trembling.

Cut the darkness out in brilliant light - but quickly

Night fell and they were gone forever! ”

Zhang Xinyi listened to He Wei's voice and felt that the hair was in his hand, like a tangle of delicate hairsprings being entangled.

He Wei's soul came out of the palm of his hand and ran on his scalp.

The electric current that stirs up his own brain.

Make yourself feel moved, relaxed, and want to cry.

"It's like a forgotten harp, a mess of strings

Each time you pluck it, it makes a different sound.

The delicate body of the piano, every time it is played

All make different sounds and charms! ”

He Wei finished washing his hair.

Wipe it with a moisture-emitting cotton towel.

Zhang Xinyi looked directly at He Wei's face.

From a bottom-down perspective.

Even if the heavy rain turns the city upside down

You're going to give me a hug

I can't stand to see your back coming

Write down my seclusion like a year

Even if the whole world is tied up by loneliness

I won't run either

can't escape, and in the end, everyone is old

looked at He Wei at this moment.

Zhang Xinyi was relieved to be content.

"We sleep, and a dream is enough to poison sleep

We get up, and the wandering of our thoughts will tarnish the day

We feel, imagine or reason, smile or cry

Whether it's embracing grief or getting rid of concerns. ”

He Wei helped Zhang Xinyi up.

Zhang Xinyi felt that she was powerless and a hundred flowers were left.

I want to rely on He Wei's arms.

This thought hits the cranial nerves billions of times per second.

There is no escape.

"It's all the same anyway

Because, both sorrow and joy will slip away

Our tomorrow is by no means the same as yesterday

The only thing that will never change is this "impermanence".

He Wei finished reading the poem.

looked at Zhang Xinyi, who was sitting indoors.

There was a fatal glint of attraction in his gaze.

The latter was caught.

Stop every breath I take

Let the mind penetrate the deepest secrets

Guide me to grasp the beauty of life

If I die now

Will the world care tomorrow

When will you still have my shadow in your dreams?

In your eyes, in your dreams, in your heart

I was the only one

Zhang Xinyi is sure of one thing, at this moment, only He Wei is all in the whole world!

For a few days, Zhang Xinyi went to look for He Wei like a demon.

Everything in the world no longer impresses me with a trace of interest.

Until school ended at noon on Saturday, Cheng Bei stopped herself at the school gate.

"Zhang Xinyi, this is a big matter, you need to come and participate in the investigation of my Soul Survey Society as soon as possible."

"What's the big deal?"

"Why isn't your sense of smell sensitive? You haven't heard of the serial killings by the Yellow River? ”

"I don't have time to focus on these things right now, I have more important things to do."

"Don't you care how these people died?"

Zhang Xinyi stopped.

"All the victims drowned." Cheng Bei's face was grim.

"Judging from the crime scene, this is all suicide!" Zhang Xinyi was dismissive.

"No, the dead are all drowned in the river, but the bodies are all on the banks of the river."

"Is it forbidden for anyone to drown on the banks of the river?"

"Why do you have a negative IQ now?"

"Everything around me is like crumbs in the fire."

"I'm going to the Yellow River tonight to conduct an expedition and investigation, so come and help."

"I'm really not interested, you can do it yourself."

Zhang Xinyi broke up with the group of the Soul Exploration Society.

Alone I came to the rental house community in the urban village on the edge of the Yellow River.

The quiet and silent rental house community Hai Nai Baichuan accepted Zhang Xinyi's arrival.

Let the water of the Yellow River rattle through the tidal flats not far away.

Zhang Xinyi strolls through it, eagerly hoping to see the center of the world as soon as possible.

In one of the rooms with reverse sunlight.

Zhang Xinyi watched He Wei wash a bright red and translucent apple.

put it in front of yourself.

Zhang Xinyi stared at the bright red apple in front of her, like a beating flame fluttering into her eyes.

There was a wonderful contrast to the gray hut in front of me.

It was as if Alice had wandered to a magical realm, where she saw an old, mottled barber's chair on which she was sitting in a white dress. Keep your legs together.

He Wei walked out of the mirror, pale and sad, Zhang Xinyi's heart moved, and her legs inadvertently began to tremble slightly.

He Wei picked up the apple on the mirror stand and took a bite.

Zhang Xinyi's gaze rolled with He Wei's throat, and the wriggling tease extended from the Adam's apple to the abdomen.

Zhang Xinyi's legs began to slowly open.

He Wei walked up and slowly walked on the long white legs with his hands.

Zhang Xinyi's sweat overflowed from her whole body.

The legs are tight and dense because they want to open up.

At the tightest point of the thighs.

There was a foul smell that filled the room.

The smell exacerbated the heat in the air and the movements of He Wei's hands.

The sweat in the palms of the hands and the sweat on the thighs bite together.

Accelerates the rate of the heartbeat and the speed at which the thighs open.

At the end of the light, the black hole of the origin of life suddenly opened up in the joyful and joyful physical world.

The whole space distorted unrealistically.

Zhang Xinyi looked at her flushed face in the mirror.

Feel the mist of your breath spray on the mirror, distorting your face.

The crispy skin of the apple is bitten quickly.

Juicy, tender fruit with a lubricating fruity aroma that fills the lips.

Tens of billions of nerve points on the taste buds rolled in their throats with pleasure, and let out a ridiculous cry.

The fruit was sent into the intestines, and as it got closer and closer to the stomach, the cries of absurdity rose sharply.

The fruit around the apple is silently decreasing, under the spiral of the fruit.

The space spirals along with the feeling of nothingness.

The feeling of being lost in the spin is like the blankness caused by the impact of an electric current on the brain, like the form that has been eaten into the core of an apple.

Far away and long.

After the rotation stopped, the remaining apple cores were silently placed on the mirror table.

Zhang Xinyi, who had regained her senses, stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, lying on the wide chaise longue, exuding a brilliant color and piercing a corner of the mirror.

Zhang Xinyi looked carefully and found a blood mark on her neck on the chair.

Feeling inexplicable, he looked carefully at himself in the mirror, and the mirror light was reflected by the light waves on the attic behind him, and a gray-black sole appeared.

The familiar feeling of death weighed on me.

His hands began to tremble.

Turn back and climb to the attic.

The sound of footsteps imprinted on the stairs, rippling with the syllables of fear in sync with his heartbeat.

The soles of the feet were obscured by a white linen curtain.

Zhang Xinyi took a deep breath. The curtain was lifted.

Several bodies with unclear faces lay side by side.

Silence and silence.

The blood marks on his neck were silent, and the blood that overflowed silently had dried up.

All the corpses were blank and rotting white, converging into a cold hue, tearing a hole in Zhang Xinyi's heart.

Zhang Xinyi's brain was as blank and silent as the dead space at this time.

Mu Ran walked down the attic.

I don't know where to go.

He Wei walked into the room.

His face was calm and calm.

Zhang Xinyi instinctively stepped back and looked at He Wei with a frightened expression.

"No need to be afraid, no need to be afraid of these corpses, no need to be afraid of death, listen to me once again interpret the passing in poetry."

He Wei's eyes radiated the color of fanatical infatuation.

Gone: Have you forgotten that we are long buried there

A happy time under the pavilion of love

On their icy corpses

It is not a grave mound

Rather, green leaves and flowers

Flowers are the joy that has faded

The leaves are the hope that remains

Will you forget the dead, all that has passed?

There will be ghosts to avenge it!

Memory is turning the mind into a tomb

Remorse creeps in when you look melancholy

Eerie whispers

Once the happiness is gone

It's pain

Zhang Xinyi noticed that He Wei's barber tool was wrapped around her waist, and the razor she took out of it matched the cut marks on the necks of those corpses.

He Wei smiled and leaned over.

The razor in his hand turned on silently.

Zhang Xinyi knew what He Wei was going to do.

Her death would add another piece of art to his art.

Zhang Xinyi didn't want to die, so she crashed into He Wei's chest.

The two rolled to the ground.

Zhang Xinyi's whole body was full of blood to her brain, and her heart beat violently, making her body continue to tremble.

This did not affect her use both hands to block He Wei's wrist that stabbed the razor.

At this time, the expression on He Wei's face was the reflection of Zhang Xinyi's face.

The folds of struggle beneath the struggle.

After all, the gloomy and weak body can't stop the counterattack of survival instinct.

He Wei was pounced on by Zhang Xinyi, and the razor also fell off.

The two of them crawled hard to grab the razor, and in the end, He Wei grabbed it first.

However, there was no threat to Zhang Xinyi.

The same scissors in the kit were held by Zhang Xinyi.

A hole was pierced in He Wei's throat that blocked his breathing.

Zhang Xinyi stood up and watched the whole process of He Wei's eyes protruding because of the collapse of the oxygen circulation system, his legs twitching, clasping his neck, and finally dying.

Zhang Xinyi's world is white.

Tick-tock in the head silently.

I don't know where I should go, I don't know where I can go.

Zhang Xinyi put on her clothes in a mess.

Out of the room.

The cold night is slightly cool, and the sky is full of stars.

Mu Mu walked away

Remembering those joys

The death just now doesn't seem real

I don't understand

I can't

Believe me killed someone!

The lonely and evasive road leads to the tidal flats of the Yellow River not far away.

Zhang Xinyi was walking on this road, not knowing where to go, and in a trance, she heard a woman's voice shouting and scolding in an unknown place ahead.

She's scolding a negative man.

It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as cloudy as the moon.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up.

On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married.

Zhang Xinyi's world began to crumble.

Emotions of despair, doubt, and grievance flow uncontrollably.

What am I doing wrong?

I just want to!

I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated.

Joke! Laughing can't stop laughing jokes.

It's cold, it's a cold joke.

Laugh at my most precious prayer with the worst jokes.

Zhang Xinyi continued to walk straight, and vaguely saw the silhouette of the scolding woman and the Yellow River behind her.

She waved at herself.

There was a loud noise, and the huge blister formed by condensing didn't know how to fly into the air from the Yellow River water behind the woman, flying towards Zhang Xinyi, and instantly captured her.

Zhang Xinyi, who was captured, glared angrily and watched a huge amount of tiny bubbles rise silently beside her.

His stomach cramped, his heart raced, and the image of suffocation flashed through his mind.

Dancing to break free from everything.

But it was like stumbling on the smooth mirror surface of the surrounding wall.

I'm going to die.

The water has choked into the respiratory tract.

This choked water in his throat is He Wei.

He also wanted to give himself a taste of it.

Severe pain in not being able to breathe.

Zhang Xinyi was confused.

I saw a bright fireball hit the blister that wrapped me.

The orange-red fireworks transmitted the heat to Zhang Xinyi through the fluctuations of dense water lines.

The pores of the skin can feel the comfort of water molecules being baked and dried.

The feeling of weightlessness came immediately.

Surrounded by golden colors, you will be able to land on the ground.

Zhang Xinyi exhaled heavily.

At the same time, I saw the sky overhead.

A humanoid creature with a jackal body and wings on its back flew by.

But it collided head-on with a ball of golden flames.

fell into the sky and fell on the tidal flat beside Zhang Xinyi.

Zhang Xinyi reluctantly stood up on her own.

Weakness and weakness all over the body.

Look at the humanoid monster, walking like a snake, wriggling and crying like a baby.

Gently lapping the water of the Yellow River on the riverbank, it seems to be singing to meet it.

silently invaded the upper river bank, instantly drowning Zhang Xinyi's ankles.

Zhang Xinyi was about to run away, but she lost weight rapidly, her brain was dizzy and stagnant for a few seconds, and then she reacted that the person was already in mid-air.

Looking back, the face of the pirated brother in the movie theater appeared behind him.

He has a tiger face, and a pair of wings soar into the sky on the back of a black and yellow tiger.

Zhang Xinyi didn't have time to think.

Explosions rippled from the ground.

The shock wave that shook the sky soaked Zhang Xinyi's whole body.

The shawl hair was messy in the wind, making me feel like my soul was drifting far away from my body in a weightless state at the moment.

The mystical sensation lasted for a few seconds.

Zhang Xinyi was put on the embankment by the pirated brother.

The golden yellow in the sky fell in front of Zhang Xinyi.

Embodied in human form.

It was the one-legged young woman in the coffee shop.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xinyi asked.

"I'm a hero." So said the pirate brother.

"I'm done." So says the young woman.

"Is it?" Zhang Xinyi asked, pointing to the fragments of humanoid snake creatures scattered on the mudflats.

"It's a snake!" Ying Zhao explained.

"What is all this for?" Zhang Xinyi was puzzled.

"Turning into a snake, it is recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas (Middle Second Classic)". It is said that in the Spring and Autumn Period, a farmer heard a baby crying near Daliang City in the Wei Kingdom, and found that it was a snake-shaped monster. Over the next three days, the Yellow River overflowed, flooding more than 850 towns and villages along its way. The young woman recounted calmly.

"It specializes in booby-trapping sensitive people by the river, but those who are heavy on their minds will die when they touch it, and they will die next to each other." Ying Zhao added.

Zhang Xinyi is fragile and doesn't want to waste time on this topic.

I just want to go back to my dorm room and get some sleep.

Ying Zhao and Bi Fang agreed to her wish.

Helping her out of here.

Silent dark tidal flats.

The remains of the corpse of the snake.

Zhang Xinyi, who was dressed in black, appeared and searched seriously.

A golden egg is tossed out of it.

The ebbing tide of the Yellow River rushes in the dark night. (To be continued.) )