(a)

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Just as I didn't know how I got to Xiyuan Canyon, no one in the team knew how I broke away from the group and disappeared.

The closer I got to visit the ruins of the ancient battlefield in Xiyuan Canyon, the stronger I felt the ubiquity of the sound of water and wolf howls. They are like alien meteorites that have rushed into the atmosphere, forcibly inserted into my daily life, and like a piece of sand blown into my eyes by a strong wind, they have been tormenting my eyelids. It bothered me severely.

I kept repeating to myself what you said: "Don't be led by fear" and "Adapt to change". I endured strong calls and strong distractions from the other world, and did my best to maintain a normal routine and complete the intense training day by day.

After the night in the duty room, you asked me many times if I could still hear the sound of running water, and I replied firmly every time, but now it is not. You look at my tired face and know in your heart that this is not the case, but if I insist that everything is normal, you can only pay attention to me from afar, and you can no longer help me.

I was deeply ashamed of my weak performance after my nightmare on duty room night.

That night, you sat on my bedside, holding my hand, and sat in a chair all night without closing your eyes, and when I woke up the next morning, I still saw you sitting upright in that chair, and your eyes were on me the whole time. I was inexplicably moved, but I was also very guilty. How can I keep you awake all night watching over me like this? How can you trade your sleeplessness for your own restful sleep?

Seeing that you still took us to run the next day, organized our intense training, wrote a training diary, dealt with various matters in training, and provided technical guidance one by one, my heart cherished your hard work.

I decided to take this matter on my own and stop working hard for you to worry about me and stay up late.

I refuse your help.

I'm still having nightmares. Nightmares are all about rivers or terrible death. I knew in my heart that these nightmares were just trailers before the release of the feature film. The river, swept over me with a terrible death. And I can't escape, I can't escape.

Everything is being executed precisely according to a predetermined program. I know that I was the one who started this program. It was myself, thousands of times, that I had made a deep desire to suffer this terrible death. I'm eager to see it. I want to know what happened here then.

I want to know. I want to be there.

(b)

That morning, when I got on the tour bus with everyone, the sound of rushing water and the terrible howl of wolves were already ringing in my ears, and I couldn't hear what the teacher said in the car, nor could I hear what the guide said with the microphone, and my teammates sang all the way, but I didn't hear a word. All I saw was people around me who kept opening their mouths and closing them.

I didn't feel like I was in the car at all, but I felt like I had fallen into a rapid, floating in a river, heading towards the source canyon.

I felt like I was splitting the wrong TV screen, divided between two worlds. The head has entered a world, looking at the sights of this world, listening to the sounds of this world, while the feet are still standing on the ground of another world, feeling the heat of that world.

This feeling of being split in two tormented me from exhaustion. I was silent all the way.

As the tour bus jolted forward in the valley, I felt that I was walking on a road to the end of the world that would never return, and on the other hand, I felt that I had left my boss and returned home.

There is a kind of déjà vu intimacy in the grass and trees, but there is also an indescribable hostility and danger.

Not only was I being cut up and down, but I was being pulled back and forth, and it took a lot of effort to keep myself from falling apart and to piece myself together.

You and I are sitting in a car. You sat at the front of the car, side by side with the guide, and I deliberately left you far away, so I chose to sit in the last row at the back of the car. I crept silently into the corner of the last row, using everyone's backpacks to form a makeshift barrier to seal myself down.

Halfway through the car, you stand up and, together with your guide, hand out bottled water to each person. When you get to the back of the car, you notice that my face is horribly pale, and you can't help but ask, "What's wrong?" Motion sickness? ”

But I couldn't hear what you were saying, so I nodded my head haphazardly.

You go to the front of the car, and then you come back, and you talk to me and hand me motion sickness medicine. I don't remember what else you did to me. I felt like I was about to be pulled into another world. I am like a planet resisting the attraction of a black hole, hopelessly resisting the abyss of the past.

(c)

When the car stopped in front of a large long-sized bungalow, my senses other than hearing began to split.

Obviously, the skin felt the summer sun like fire, but the sky in front of him was black and foggy.

The eyes clearly saw that there was a concrete path under their feet, but the feeling of stepping on it was soft and soft, and the dirt fell step by step.

I can't hear you at all, and the reason why I'm still following the group towards the bungalow is not because of discipline at all, but because of an unstoppable force pulling me inside.

When I walked through the door, I vaguely saw a sign hanging on the door, which said what was the exhibition room of unearthed cultural relics.

This is probably a new tour, and the facilities and panels are all new.

The bungalow exhibits a variety of ancient artifacts unearthed near this ancient battlefield in recent years, including ancient coins, weapons, jade and the like. A large number of them are weapons.

On the walls are panels with descriptions of the ancient battlefields and maps showing the battles at the time.

I waded through the mud one foot deep and one foot shallow, stumbling through the showroom.

I was lying on a glass stand, deranged by the tugging sensation of the five horses parting the body.

I felt a hysterical scream rising deep in my throat. I felt like I was going to scream in a second that I couldn't stand it.

(iv)

But just then, my eyes fell on the inside of the booth. A rusty, chain-chained little thing appeared before my eyes.

That's a talisman!

That's your talisman. It was a talisman left to you by your mother. It was you who gave it to me, and I gave it back to you, and you gave it to me, and I gave it back to you.

The amulet that once clinged to our chests.

If you haven't broken your promise, you'll have to wear a talisman around your neck when you die!

It's a talisman that falls from your neck!

Before I could react, I was reaching for the amulet!

I reached inside the glass booth.

I knew intellectually that I would never be able to penetrate the glass like this, but I knew by feeling that I had penetrated the glass.

My fingers felt cold. I grabbed the amulet's chain.

And so the amulet fell into my hands.

Just as I was grabbing the amulet, a turbid wave came over me and tossed me to the ground.

I'm right next to you, and I'm gone in this showroom.

I fell into an icy river, and my ears were filled with the roar of the water.

In the past, when it was not broken, its name was the Blackwater River.

In this way, I appeared at the foot of a 2,500-meter-high cliff where Ullinden Mukhan's youngest son, Hankel, was looking down. (To be continued.) )