After the thick fog, the line of sight gradually clears, a spring pond, birds chirping, butterflies fluttering, the sun shines in the lake sparkling and clear, and from time to time some fish emerge from the water to spit bubbles.

The protagonist of the picture has set up a long bird-catching net near the river embankment, and she hides in the bushes on one side, waiting for the birds to return to their nests to kill themselves.

Behind the hidden branches, a pair of greedy eyes looked at the empty bird nets, her half-squatting legs were a little numb, and she struggled to change her position.

Maybe she was too focused, and the viscous warm liquid in her back oozed out, and there was a sharp stinging pain, which she also realized later. She impatiently touched the back of her hand, and when she saw the red and beautiful palm, her eyes widened and she panicked.

She turned back violently, the shock in front of her eyes and the weakness of her legs made her sit directly on the ground, only paused for a few seconds, the consciousness of escape made her immediately flutter her legs, and the ground where she sat formed a small ravine, barely standing up and running forward, but she could run there, a behemoth ten times larger than her body.

It was a huge, feathered, hideous kingfisher, just because the kingfisher has always been a petite and cute image in the impression of humans, and after changing its expression and becoming larger, it was not recognized for a while.

The giant kingfisher, with its claws, stepped on it easily, shaking its body.

In an instant, the flowers and birds are singing, the grass is flying, and the tree-lined environment fades its color, as if dyed with ink, and it is pitch black. A red sun rises behind the protagonist, burning like a flame, covering the entire background, visually one red and one black, rendering the atmosphere of hell.

Sharp claws were inserted into her body, like nails holding her firmly to the ground, and her sharp gaze firmly locked on the culprit who had caused the river bank to be caught many times when the mother bird was caught and the young bird died.

The pain of the sharp blade piercing the internal organs, she was like a live fish fixed on the chopping board to be slaughtered, subconsciously swinging her limbs desperately, kicking her hands and feet to fix her claws, but except for increasing the pain of the wound, there was no sign of breaking free.

The brilliance of the red sun, reflecting the body of the giant kingfisher, is like splashing fresh blood stains, different shades, adding a bit of bloodlust, the originally innocent round eyes, full of bloodshots, full of yin owls, like the underworld messenger who passes through the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, crawling up from hell to punish the ghosts.

After struggling for a moment, the blood had soaked her clothes, her limbs were weak, and her eyes were scattered on the ground, and it was at this time that she looked at the monster head-on.

It was the kingfisher who used to let her knead and take feathers, and she had no power to fight back, but the situation was very similar now, except that the subject and the verb were reversed, and the former abuser fell into the quagmire and became a victim of slaughter.

His full forehead was covered with cold sweat, his panicked eyes dodged in all directions, and his pale and chapped lips trembled.

"Please, don't kill me, I won't dare again."

"Kingfisher Fairy, as long as you let me go, I will definitely change my ways and will not hurt you again."

"Please, please...... I can promise you anything. ”

The soft and weak cry for mercy, the blood took away the heat, and in the confusion, she seemed to see the yin cha beckoning to her, and the hot and wet tears crossed her cheeks, down the corners of her temples and into her earlobes, giving her a feeling of being alive, this half-dead state, made her collapse.