Ancient wood coiled, dark and damp, covering the sky and the sun, eternal silence and darkness, sadness and desolation, this is the eternal melody of the Yinyu River, and the dim back behind the magical and gorgeous Shennongjia.

The massacre half a year ago left behind the heavy blood and stench of Yinyu River, the tattered corpses in the dark, and the mad devouring of albino animals, a mess and horror.

Like a master's ink painting, the already dark area is once again splashed with thick black ink, almost burying its last vitality.

It's hell here!

I don't know when the rotting and dilapidated corpses in the Yinyu River disappeared, the thick blood and stench faded, the crazy animals regained their calm, and everything returned to the silence and darkness of the past.

I don't know when the central area of the Yinyu River, in the only place where there is a little light, the ruins that are almost obscured by history...... Gone. In its place, there are brand new wooden houses, lush vines, neat wooden fences, vegetable furrows, rows of wooden shelves in front of the courtyard, prey for a good harvest, and busy men and women.

The slightest anger replaces the darkness of hell, and the light dispelles the darkness here, as if history is re-enacted, as if the illusory dream is refracted to reality, back to the original lush scene, back to the calm and leisurely village era.

“…… Mom...... Mommy ......"

“…… Giggle......"

"Mom, hug, hug."

“…… Sister...... Come and get me...... Come here...... Giggle......"

In the village, a white and cute child like a porcelain doll is jumping around a woman and girl, laughing and jumping happily, with an innocent smile, delicate cheeks, and a carefree figure, just like this vibrant village, like the joy that ripples on the faces of all the tribesmen.

"Yaya, go catch sparrows with your sister." The girl ran up to the child and laughed and lifted him high in the air.

The child squinted his eyes with a smile, let his sister hold it high, let the breeze blow, and let this warm feeling infiltrate the smile.

"Yaya, I'll play later, come to Mom." The gentle and virtuous woman smiled and beckoned to the child, and the child immediately jumped from her sister's arms, threw herself into the woman's arms, hugged her tightly, hugged happily, and looked at the woman with a smile.

"Teeth, be obedient, eat more meat, eat meat and grow your body, and you will become as tall and strong as your father in the future." The woman took the broth from the bowl, scooped out a piece of meat, blew the hot air softly, and put it to the child's mouth.

The child nodded vigorously, smiled sweetly, smiled happily, looked fixedly, looked happily, opened his red mouth and ate the fragrant piece of meat, and chewed it contentedly.

"Yaya, give my sister a taste?" The sister suddenly came from behind, grinning and pinching the child's face, joking and playing while gesturing to snatch the meat from the mother's bowl.

"Sister, eat." The child sensibly took the soup bowl, awkwardly scooped out a large piece of meat, and put it in front of his sister.

"Yaya is so good." The girl grinned and scratched the tip of the child's nose dotingly, but pushed the piece of meat back.

The child's face was full of smiles, full of happiness, completely immersed in this carefree and leisurely life, his smile was very pure, very true, very charming, from time to time to attract the doting smiles and calls of the nearby women.

In the evening, when the men returned from hunting, a strong and handsome man picked up the child and held it tightly in his arms, and Lang smiled and pierced his delicate little face with his beard.

The child giggled, played happily, and called out "...... Daddy ......", "...... Daddy......"

The woman and the girl came out of the house, took the man's prey and the child in their arms, respectively, and the family returned to the simple but neat wooden house in a joyful conversation and laughter.

Everything, calm and comfortable, happy and tranquil; Everything is full of slow sound and laughter, warmth and satisfaction.

But...... I don't know why, but the child's innocent smile ...... With tears in her eyes, every time she looks at her mother and sister, she looks so straight...... Look at the ...... Every time I hugged them, I almost had to insert my arms into their bodies, and every time I made contact, I clutched at their clothes, as if I was afraid that they would leave suddenly.

They didn't seem to see the tears on the child's face, didn't notice the strangeness of the eyes, didn't feel uncomfortable hugging, and everyone was immersed in happiness and smiles.

There is a strangeness in the calm.

The child is very happy, really happy, but occasionally in a trance; The child is very happy, really happy, but often with tears in his eyes.

Why?

Because...... All of this is strange and familiar, a kind of frightened strangeness, a kind of unreal familiarity.

It seems to have returned to the beginning, and it seems to be wandering in the river of history again.

Everything is the same as it once was...... So...... Similar......

Is this a dream? Why is it so true!

Is this a reality? It's long gone!

The child is happy, trance, happy, tearful, immersed in it, unable to extricate himself. If it was a dream, he would rather never wake up again, and if it was reality, he would rather sink there.

Time passed day by day, and the things that the child experienced were all the most precious fragments of life, and joy and happiness surrounded him tightly, almost making him permanently lost.

The child almost forgot everything, completely immersed in it, but ...... It was precisely because of this particularly intense immersion, and the remnants of the situation, that a deep fear was silently bred in the depths of his soul. He felt unreal in a trance, but he couldn't extricate himself from sinking, he was in a trance aware of fear, but he happily relived it over and over again.

Ultimately...... The child is completely sunk, no longer has self-thought, no other consciousness, and is lost in this real and illusory world, wandering in happiness and cheerfulness, satisfied in the arms of his mother and sister, and in the care of his clan and father.

Happiness, so real; Happy, so clear.

Everything was so colorful and vibrant, yet it was like an invisible whirlpool that surrounded him...... Engulf......

But behind this true and clear happiness is the deeply closed fear of the child! Fear under deliberate self-isolation! Extreme fear has been reached!

In a trance, sinking and lost, I don't know how long it has been.

The vitality in the village gradually began to wither, the noisy sounds gradually calmed down, the tribesmen rarely went out to hunt, the father began to weaken, coughing and wheezing, crying and sighing, the gloom permeated the village.

A touch of worry and trepidation grew in everyone's minds.

In the simple wooden house, the girl curled up in the corner, holding the child with a blank face tightly, looking at her mother who was getting thinner and pale day by day, and her helpless gaze stayed on the face of her mother.

Time passes silently, and the days of such darkness and helplessness seem so long compared to the quick passage of happy hours. Before they knew it, the men had become skinny, like the roots of a tree outside, and their skin had begun to be pale and colorless, white like animals in the woods.

The smell of panic grew stronger, as well as hunger and despair.

The child is sensible, not noisy, does not eat or drink, just hugs his sister and buries her deeply in her arms, so as not to disturb her relatives.

Once carefree, now at a loss and helpless.

But the consciousness has been closed, and the child has completely returned to the past, immersed in this seemingly real and illusory scene, and re-walked the scenes that he had walked through back then. But the joy is gone, and the sorrow is pervasive.

Because of hunger, the child's consciousness is a little blurred; Because of the depression, the child curled up tightly in this body.

After a long trance, and an eternal silence of sinking and disorientation, I don't know how long later, a black-robed man knocked on the door that had been closed for a long time, and there was a stumbling conversation, the black-robed man left, and the father on the hospital bed struggled to sit up and crawled out of the house with difficulty.

The child vaguely heard something, but fell into a semi-comatose state of hunger and weakness, knowing nothing, understanding nothing, until ......

Bursts of cheers rang out outside the room, and strange screams were heard into the dimly lit room.

The mother woke up, the sister woke up, and the child woke up, and with dazed and curious eyes, they quietly walked out of the room.

The village was full of people, no longer sad, no longer depressed, my father and the men of the clan gathered there, as if they were worshipping something, as if they were praying for something, in short, there was no longer dead silence, there was a little life.

The mother smiled, the sister smiled, the child smiled, and the other women and children smiled with satisfaction.

Until......

The men began to look for firewood and iron pots after the pilgrimage, and in the jumps lit a fire.

They cheered, they jumped, they wailed weirdly, they cried sluggishly.

Pale skin, blood-red eyes, and thin body reflect the evil aura from the other side, and the crying and wailing indicate something.

Until......

"Three babies?" An emaciated old man smiled and beckoned to the children of the family.

"Daddy." The little man with pigtails ran happily to the old man, and the old man picked it up as usual, smiled and threw it into the air, but ...... This time, instead of catching it as usual, he let his child fall straight into the boiling water.