On a bright afternoon, the lazy sun and the breeze blow across the gently flowing river, bringing lustrous ripples like fish scales.

Ning Wa came to the river very early, threw her backpack on the ground, looked at the vast river, and let out a long breath, today's work is really tiring.

The backpack is bulging, and I don't know what it contains.

Ning Wa looked left and right, there was someone fishing not far from the right, about 80 meters away, and there was no one on the left, so he walked to the left for a long time and stopped under a crooked willow tree.

The trunk of the willow tree is very thick, but unfortunately it grew in the wrong place, and half of it was soaked in water, giving it a lot of the impression of an ink painting.

Ning Wa threw her backpack on the ground, went up to the embankment by herself, and looked around, but there was no one within a hundred meters of the surrounding area.

He found a stone and sat down, lit a cigarette, and smoked it one by one.

There are many poplar trees growing on the embankment, tall and stout, and when the wind blows, the leaves like pu fans beat each other, like children slapping on their faces.

Ning Wa simply lay on the ground and let the dust on the ground stain her clothes.

He put his hands behind his head, squinted, and looked at the sky, which was not particularly blue, and there was a bright light through the gaps in the leaves, like a dream.

"I wish it was a dream, and I forgot everything when I woke up."

Ning Wa looked at the sky quietly.

There were industrious ants groping on the ground, and one of them was bolder, climbed up Ning Wa's hand, straight forward, through the dense black forest, and finally appeared in front of it a vast plain, the ant felt fear for some reason, obviously there was no obstacle in front of it, but it still felt fear.

The ant was about to turn away, away from the place that had deeply disturbed it, before it could move.

Smack.

The ant's body was flattened, and Ning Wa frowned and bounced the corpse off her fingers.

"It's annoying to sleep without stopping."

Time passed in a daze, and Ning Wa couldn't sleep until 11 o'clock in the evening, when he calculated in his heart that a total of 179 ants had been killed.

Ning Wa sat up, and the embankment of the night was empty, except for a dirt road with a miserable white light winding far away, and on either side were dark trees, the wind was still blowing, and the leaves were still ringing.

Children, they always like to clap their hands happily.

Ning Wa took off her pants and poured a soak of urine on the ant nest under the root of the tree, and her whole body was excited.

He looked out over the river, the turquoise and dirty water twisting like bread that had been on hold for a long time.

"The moon is not bad today."

Ning Wa sighed and lit a cigarette for himself, as he had done at noon, sitting on the stone, staring blankly at the slow-moving river, smoking one by one, and from time to time a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat and spit aside.

He was waiting, and he didn't know what he was waiting for, but Ning Wa knew that she had to wait a little longer, maybe it was waiting for the last person to leave, or it could be waiting for the dark clouds to cover the moon in the sky, or waiting for her habits.

No giveaways before midnight.

There are magpies flying up from the field, and their melodious calls are mixed with the enduring chirping of cicadas and frogs, like a thunderclap from heavy rain.

Ning Wa looked at the table below, it was just 12 o'clock, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his smile gradually became hideous, his white teeth, and sharp tiger teeth were no different from ghosts.

Forgot to mention, Ning Wa has been wearing black sunglasses, and at this moment he took them off for the first time, leaving only his eyes all the time, and the bright red hole on the other side, which was dug out not long ago.

Ning Wa took out a plastic bag from his pocket, which contained a black and white bloodshot eyeball, he held the eyeball with one hand and pressed it his face, and the screams were hidden in the sound of cicadas and frogs.

The wound, which had been medicated to stop bleeding, was squeezed and rubbed by the eyeball, and reopened, causing blood to flow sideways.

Under the moonlight, a man stares at you with one eye, and on the other side is an eyeball that may fall off at any moment, half of his face is pale from pain, half of his face is red with blood, and he stands alone on the bank with his knees slightly bent.

Demon God?

I guess it's pretty much the same.

Ning Wa wiped the blood from her face, rubbed her eyes inside again, he covered his eyes with one hand, and walked along the path towards the river.

Next to the big willow tree, Ning Wa stepped into the water with her two feet because she couldn't see the road clearly, and the slippery stone almost made him fall.

Luckily, he grabbed the branch in front of him in time.

"It's quite lubricated, like a."

Ning Wa simply soaked her feet in the water, and pulled the backpack with one hand, which contained two plastic bags, each containing two fresh human heads, one of which was Liu Sanzi, and the other was the driver Zhao Chuangui.

The skull had been carefully cleaned, and there was no smell of blood, and not only that, there was no hair on it, like a figurine made of porcelain, smooth and cold, like two delicious pastries in the moonlight.

Ning Wa temporarily put the two heads back in her bag, and took out a dagger with a sharp barb on the tip from her small pocket outside.

The dagger arced through the water, silent.

"The newly bought knife really looks sharp."

Ning Wa took out a plastic bag from her backpack, which contained Liu Sanzi, he put his head under his armpit, held a dagger in one hand, and stabbed it up along Liu Sanzi's mouth, rotating the dagger 180 degrees, pulling it out, this action continued more than ten times, until Liu Sanzi's mouth flowed out of a white tofu-like liquid.

The tofu milk flowed down Ning Wa's clothes into the water, and in the turbid water, it broke down into white liquid and debris and sank to the bottom of the river, becoming food for snails and small fish.

Ning Wa grabbed Liu Sanzi's head with both hands and washed it in the river to make sure it was empty, then he took out a heavy lead block from his backpack and stuffed it into Liu Sanzi's head, wrapped it in a plastic bag and put it in the backpack.

Zhao Chuangui's head went through the same treatment and was loaded.

Ning Wa washed the remaining tofu by the river, picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the water.

He stood on the embankment and turned his head to look, the bright moon was Xuanxuan, the big river was long, the old willows were swaying, and the darkness was uneven.

Ning Wa suddenly raised her hand and touched her eyes, the eyeballs she had just pressed were gone, she must have accidentally fallen into the river when she was just cleaning.

Ning Wa dropped her backpack and returned to the river, bent her waist and groped along the bottom of the river, any round object, soft and soft, he took it out of the water and then looked at it in the moonlight.

"No, no, not ......"

The number of times Ning Wa bent down gradually decreased, and the already muddy river water was stirred even more turbid, as if some monster was wandering underneath.

Before he knew it, he had stepped out of his original position and was gradually walking towards the depths of the river.

A snow-white light suddenly appeared on the embankment, a figure shook, the bright light swept towards the river, and the person who came saw Ning Wa, he shouted loudly: "Come up!" Dangerous! ”

Ning Wa, who was originally in a state of madness, heard the shout, his whole body froze, he stood up abruptly, turned his head to look at the bright light, and grinned.

The people on the embankment screamed, "Oh my God! Ghosts! ”

Turned around and disappeared.

Ning Wa returned to her normal state, waded ashore, picked up her backpack, chose the opposite direction of the comer, and walked slowly along the embankment.

In the night, there is a tall man with a schoolbag and sunglasses, humming a song in his mouth, shaking his body, a little red light between his fingertips, bright from time to time.

"The big rabbit is sick, the second rabbit looks, the third rabbit buys medicine, the fourth rabbit boils, the fifth rabbit dies, the sixth rabbit lifts, the seventh rabbit digs a pit, the eighth rabbit buries, the nine rabbits sit on the ground and cry, and the ten rabbits ask why it is crying? The nine rabbits said: The five rabbits will not come back! ”