"Yongchang," the old camel waved his hand, shouting, "come here, come here." Let me whisper to you. ”

"I'm not afraid." Yongchang let go of Mr. Luo's hand and whispered.

"Boat!" The old camel pulled Yongchang to his side and said, "I want to talk to you, I want to talk to you." Do you remember that day? When there was a flood, the little paper boat you put it in. Not far away, dead branches and rocks blocked the drains, and the rain continued to overflow. The rain first tentatively occupied a few finger-sized places on the road, and then greedily grabbed a large number of them—it was the third day of rain. By noon on the fourth day, the large pieces of wood were able to float like small rafts. ”

Yongchang seemed to awaken the memory of sleeping, it was raining heavily that day, he was putting a small paper boat, and he remembered the scene of laughing loudly. The changing currents carry the small paper boats into the rapids formed by the ravines in the road.

The rapids with small paper boats run through the only street in Dawang Town, getting faster and faster. Where Dawang Town is, it is not marked on the map, it has long been hidden from the world, and you don't have to care too much about whether it really exists or not. Such a geographical concept is not important to us.

He had to run desperately. On the muddy road, rain splashed everywhere under his red rain boots. The buckle on the rain boots clanged as they ran to his bizarre disappearance.

The whizzing boat was like a warship, breaking through the waves, to the drainage ditch on the left side of the street. Just then, a new stream joined in, forming a large whirlpool, and the boat was about to capsize, but the boat finally survived.

In the cheers of Xiao Yongchang, the boat adjusted its course again and continued to speed towards the intersection of the two main streets. Yongchang continued to run violently, chasing the small paper boat. Above his head, dead branches and the only remaining yellow leaves shivered in the October winds—the storm was the most merciless reaper of the year.

The old camel held something in his hand, and he spread out his bone-like hands, and in his hand he held a strange token, a ghost snake mark, a crack in the turtle's mouth, and a scratch in the shape of a question mark on the turtle's back, which was very strange anyway.

Strange and powerful. Yongchang could feel the energy in his hands as shocking as electricity.

"That's a good thing!" He whispered to the boy standing beside him, "Wake it up!" ”

The old camel took Yongchang's hand, put the ghost snake mark in his breast pocket, along with its round eyes and the pattern of the shell, and then patted his chest lightly, making sure that the magical thing would follow him safely.

"I'll shoot them until they're gone, and if I run out of ammunition before they kill me, I'll beat them, even with the handle of my gun."

"Oh! God bless this unfortunate man! Yongchang burst into tears.

"A five-minute battle can be remembered for a thousand years, you don't have to die happy, but you have to die without regrets, because you have lived from beginning to end."

Suddenly, Yongchang felt a kind of crystal transparency. His senses were activated, and he could hear not only the quiet rhythm of his breathing, but also the tidal wave of blood rushing from one side of his neck to his brain and the other to his heart.

He remembered that Zhang Fatzi once said: "From the first bullet fired to the last corpse falling, even the shortest battle feels very long for those in the situation." Time becomes very elastic and can stretch the moment when everything is gone. He nodded as he listened, as if he understood, but he didn't understand at the time."

Now he understands.

He felt that there were a lot of inexplicable gods and demons around him, there were a lot of them, there were too many, just around, they were awakened by the ghost snake seal, and there were countless of them. They all seemed to have come from the ground, and they smelled of dirt and blood.

They were expressionless, bloodless, lifeless, some as slender as a reed fluttering in the wind, their bodies shrouded in a dark blue halo.

The old camel had a grim expression on his face, and a roar similar to that of some animal came out of his throat.

Yongchang saw many visions again, saw the reddish-orange flames radiating from the candlesticks, and there were many candles on each table, embedded in the glass candlesticks, and the tablecloth swayed in the light and shadow. In a trance, he saw it, and finally saw it.

It was definitely not a human shout, he was almost sure of it, the hum was too low for a human. It's a hybrid of a bird and a man, and this monster is in the shadow of the old camel. The head protruding from the collar of his coat was covered with sleek dark yellow feathers.

The eyes on the bird's head, as if they were two drops of tar, stuck to the head.

Yongchang smelled a foul smell. That's definitely not your own. Adolescent teenagers always exude a strong hormonal scent, even when they have just finished bathing and getting dressed up, which is exactly what their bodies are busy producing in large quantities.

And those who are on the verge of death and are ready for a duel will emit the same stench.

Yongchang also smelled this strong body odor.

This taste is enough to incite the blood of a person's temper and emotions. But this thought hadn't yet taken shape in Yongchang's mind, and he immediately understood that the attack power was emanating from the turtle's back domineeringly.

The little red hole in the forehead of the old camel-turned-bird-man was about to crack widely, and he laughed rudely, and screamed hoarsely and sluttily.

He heard the old camel gasping for breath, his breath rapid and low. Not only that, but there was a shrill clicking sound from underfoot, like a rapid, low-pitched thump. These two sounds instantly mixed together, and Yongchang couldn't help but feel cold.

Yongchang saw the insects gushing out, and the insects continued to move forward, no matter where they went, the ghost snake marks on the old camel's chest had no effect on them.

The old camel trampled three bugs at a rapid pace, and the crackling sound of the insect's brittle shells sounded terrifying in the new absolute silence.

The changing birdman didn't intend to eat them, but just tossed around with the carcasses, each one the size of a mouse, and then, throwing the dead worm into the air, biting off its neck, its jaw loosening, and grinning.

The rest of the bugs withdrew and hid in dark corners.

"Yongchang, let's go," Birdman said.

Yongchang turned to him with a confused expression.

For him, this is absolutely impossible.

After Mr. Luo's full and careful investigation, the Mei family's inheritance, excluding the part that Young Master Mei had squandered, if it was divided equally between him and Oliver, would each get hundreds of thousands of oceans. According to his father's will, Yongchang would have been entitled to all the property, but Mr. Luo was unwilling to deprive the eldest son of the opportunity to reform his ways, and proposed such a distribution, which his young protector happily accepted.

Mr. Luo was ready to adopt Yongchang as his own son, and moved with him and the old butler to a new home, less than a mile from the house of his old friends, and satisfied the only hope left in Yongchang's warm and sincere heart, and in this way, he bound together a small group, and their happiness seemed to reach the highest level of what could be achieved in this turbulent world.

Perhaps, in a few years, Yongchang will get married, Mr. Luo has savored the happiness of his two children in the rest of the year, his life has not been wasted, and he has continued to pour the warmest love and meticulous care into them.

"We've got to walk together," Birdman said.

Yongchang didn't react, he turned around and faced the boundless darkness. The silence behind the tapestry is now more terrifying than the loud and frenzied laughter of the past, as silent as a loaded weapon aimed at a man.

This cell, in another world, is not a cell, but a palace, a palace of ghosts, where the prisoners of this world are holding a feast while they are in fear of death.

A second before the dark tapestry was lifted, Yongchang peeked into the black humor hidden in it, and a casual glance was likely to ignore that the main dish on the feast table, the barbecue, turned out to be in human form, and they were gluttonous on human flesh and drinking human blood raw.

These strange creatures, all with their deformed, unclosing, cleft mouths and large, sharp teeth inside, burst into a horrible laugh.

Their eyes were dark and blind, and the skin on their cheeks and eyebrows, even on the backs of their hands, was covered with sharp tooth-like scales. Like the vampires in the dining room, they were surrounded by an eerie aura, but the color of these creatures' light was like violets soaked in venom, and the deep purple seemed almost equal to black.

Pus, which looked like rot, dripped from the corners of their eyes and mouths. Some of them were babbling, many were laughing, but it sounded less like a sound than it sounded like it was captured from the air, as if it could be torn alive.

Yongchang's face turned white, and he was staring at the scene inside the room, fear trembling and flickering under his eyes, and his eyeballs were about to pop out of his sockets. In front of this group of monsters, all attempts seem to have been forgotten.

Yongchang didn't realize that he was shouting until he heard what the voice was coming out of his mouth: "They will kill you first, kill you right under my nose, drink your blood"

Yongchang subconsciously wiped his hand into the opening of his shirt and pulled out the cross hanging from his neck. The cross glows with bright blue and white flames. The two monsters at the front tried to grab him and drag him into the dark purple mist around him.

And now, they took a step back and screamed in pain. Yongchang watched as their skin made a burning sound and began to dissolve. The ferocious savage pleasure of this scene filled his whole body.

A monster rushed forward without hesitation, a strangely shaped skeleton dressed in a gown covered in moss and weeds, and with something like a medallion around its neck.

The thing quickly poked out a hand with long nails, pointing directly at the cross that Yongchang was about to raise in his hand. At the last moment when he was about to be caught, Yongchang's hand fell down sharply, and the monster's claws were just an inch above and missed.