"Why aren't you behind-" Hua Congee angrily chased him and chased him to fight. A simmering thunder directly exposes the scene behind the innocence.

In a daze, there was another sound of thunder, and he felt that the ground was shattered, and between the lightning intervals, he pulled the flower porridge and could only sit up in shock, not daring to slack off at all.

Yes - in the gap of lightning, Chen Ruixiang was gradually rising in the wind and rain, the thunder and lightning were bursting, and the shadows of the trees in the mountains opposite, the three shadows began to appear in turn like shadow puppets, trembling and moving......

A line of things. Abrupt, swarthy, silent line of black things walking—

The crowd was stunned, frantically squeezed behind the hill, the front had not yet poured out, and the back rushed up again, "The general will go first, go first, we will break off." Chen He bucked the trend and took Hua Congee's arm, and it was expected that he and Wuxian threw Hua Congee on the hill with one arm.

During the fall, a group of people were knocked down, but this still did not prevent everyone from continuing to try to squeeze back.

Chen Ruixiang's three shadows advanced in a uniform manner, first shaking the ground and rocks, and then the earth and rocks crumbling, like a roller rushing over.

"His head—"

"His head...... Can be separated!"

"Ghost ......"

Everyone focused on the past, and in the darkness, they didn't see it too clearly. There should have been only three bodies, and his head should be hidden in the middle.

But it can't be seen, it's just an abrupt mass.

The scene was completely uncontrollable, and the sound of the porridge was completely drowned out in a dark howl. This sound should be a person in extreme panic, the upper and lower lips unconsciously tremble, touching the trembling teeth, making an irregular sound.

The voice was low and muffled at first.

Then there was nowhere to hide, and a chaotic sound of internal organs squeezing erupted in everyone's hearts.

"Hiss-hiss" inadvertently touched back to the position where he had fallen. Looking out of the narrow lanceolate gap formed by the frightened crowd crowd trampling, holding his breath, Hua Congee tried to comfort the crowd several times, but he couldn't make a sound.

Maybe she shouted, but the sound was not reached at all.

It turns out that in the midst of extreme fear, people have no time to take into account their own feelings, as if everything is a gift from God, and we ordinary people have no right to comment at all.

More precisely, it's floating. To be more precise, the black object should be people, eight, eight groups of people, it should be eight groups of people.

Everyone wears a hat on their heads, and they wear black clothes on a snowy day.

His face was pale, reflecting the remaining glimmer of the sunset in the west

With a hideous face, the eight elements moved forward under the guidance of Chen Ruixiang's three shadows.

In the first line of defense, he grabbed two people first, his hands were ringed, and his mouth was torn to his neck, and those two people were hideous in front of the eyes of many people.

The head was tilted in one piece, the yin blood on the side of the cheek was purple, revealing half of the gums and plasma, and with another flick of the head, he reflexively pounced on the nearest crowd.

Death is like a sword, falling at any time, and instinct, the instinct to survive, has made people lose their basic judgment and the ability to maintain composure. Perhaps it was the smell of blood that filled the air, or perhaps some kind of fishy sweet smell that turned the crowd into a swarm of headless flies, running around for a while, crashing into the city wall less than half a mile away.

The city wall stood tenaciously there, waiting for the crowd to rush over, if a black milestone, a pile of soil under the camel, this should be the underground passage dug by Qingshan Youying, because it was not completed, the rammed earth of the internal arch bridge was delivered before it had time to be built, and the traffic personnel were too large, and the collapse was inevitable.

At this moment, the crowd, the climbing crowd, has been stacked on top of the flower porridge, but there are still people climbing. Crowd, this wave of crowd should be Hua Congee trying her best to select the queen of the palace, or a group of strong death squads, but ......

There seems to be a faint sadness, terrorism, defeatism in the air, which instantly robs people's minds...... The porridge was weak, her voice was weak, and her feet had no place in several feet.

The crowd could not pass, and it is said that they dug tunnels in the green mountains and shadows behind, and due to the dense crowd and fear, and many other reasons, they were crowded and collapsed, so the so-called plan for the great transfer of 70,000 people was only half completed.

It is estimated that at least 30,000 people remained on the top of the hill at the scene.

Looking back, there was silence, but. It is strange that the pace of the eight people marching in line is too neat. Neat to the size of their spacing, the pace was too monotonous, without ups and downs.

Every six men in the middle were fluttering, and the storm tore their garments to the left and then to the right.

It gives the impression that if that thing is a human being, it is the size of a child, as small as a baby's height.

They walked in groups, without touching the ground, their clothes flying up and down, and they were all floating in the air.

The two of them muttered: There are eight dark people walking in the dark night. No, it's six plus two, two like the herding spirits, one in front and one behind, one tall and one short. The middle seven have no legs, eight, eight...

The hands were not removed, indicating that the head of the porridge did not command them to take it off, and even the subconscious did not command. Because the headquarters of the brain is engaged in an intense and difficult calculation: the first two have steps, and the rest of the people in the middle feel that there are no feet, no, even more so no legs.

On the bank of the river ahead, when lightning and thunder roared, the silent black back, the overlapping of the huge black silhouette of the skirt fluttering. A narrow and long open field, a small and concave frozen urine and frozen feces on the ground, the wind swept up the road ahead that could not be seen clearly...

......

......

A dream in the night. It was about forty-one years of the Demon Jue calendar, and the flower porridge at that time was nearly sixteen years old.

Dreams seemed like the only possibility for me to cross that wall. All my memories of my youth are fragmented, as long as I wander around, wander slightly, set near the wall, the picture begins to bend, deformed or there is lightning and thunder, after several struggles, headaches, I can't survive, I can't die, I can't wake up until I collapse......

That dream was surprisingly complete.

In that dream, I was an adult, an adult, and there were always more things. said that he was going to the market or buying something, bargaining, or he met an acquaintance and said a few words, and in a blink of an eye he lost the child without paying attention. The child was just hanging down, five or six years old, swaying around the big tiger head shoes, which were bought last time when the Duanshi capital was in the market. I went back the way I came, and asked if anyone had seen a child with a tiger's head, the brain was very big, and people shook their heads, and some said that they had seen one, and they were ecstatic and asked, and went in the direction they were indicated, and found a wine shop, a shop, and a small two-story building, and vaguely heard the sound of a child crying; I looked for two or three more streets and looked for more than two hours, and kept blaming myself in my heart, the child was still too young, how could I completely let go of my heart, and put her on the ground, what kind of pattern of the cloth could be, and what about the red and greenWhen I said I had found it, I saw a little girl, pink flowers, and walked back, and when I returned to my sight, I choked up and sobbed. It's been a long time since I've cried, even if I don't smile much. Fate, although I know that you are perpetual and often turn your face ruthlessly. But this time you treated me well, so no matter how unwilling I am, I really thank you, I am willing to go to the eighteen layers of hell, or any ridiculous and absolute result in exchange for this moment that fate has given me. I thought so reverently at the time.

When I was hugged in my father's arms, my father kept in tears, and when he was in tears, he didn't look like he was always holding it in front of his students and ministers. I looked at him, he looked at me, and I knew that we had a heart-to-heart, and that I had become the little comb lying in my father's arms that had been lost and found......

Say the bad guys are still there.

My father organized the men to lie behind a straight wall and fight side by side with my mother. The bad guy was tough, with loud footsteps and a ubiquitous appearance. He may have been said to be in the east, where the cannibal demon ate two people in the village. Or another mother came and cried that her child had been taken away, and was later found by the daring villagers, who had been hung on a tree and divided into several halves, and that her head and heart were gone. Everyone sighed. Some people also said that the target of that guy was his father, and he only hurt people when he was hiding from danger. The father and the white-clothed mother cowered behind the long wall......

The sound of footsteps, knock knock...... Heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier...... The heart of the flower porridge that was so shocked that it almost burst and bleed, and the temples were sunken and convex as if the sky was falling......

Daddy pounced, and the little comb ran out again, looking for Daddy, I got nervous, grabbed it in my arms, and told her not to come out, go back quickly. At this time, I was obviously the grown up me, and as an adult, I hugged the young me, and comforted her with every kind of mother-like gentle words imaginable, it's okay, baby......

When he turned around, there was no one outside the long wall, his father and mother were gone, and everyone was also gone. The shops in the streets are even more crowded, the long clouds are overwhelming, and there is not a single leaf left on the trees......

The year after the dream, I often ran out and looked through the straight road beyond the long straight wall...... On this day, I don't know if it was the big words typed out of my head, or if someone said that the bad guy and demon died anyway, and some people said that Emperor Kaiyue and his masked fairy wife also died......

There were three or five people from Tianyu City who looked like they were catching fast, carrying shovels and digging the ground outside the long wall, saying that my father and mother were buried there. My heart ached, and I fell on the ground and kowtowed to my father.

Daddy, the child walks this way every day! I didn't expect it to trample on the two of you......

Mother, I've never seen you before, so why did I finally see you buried in the ground. It's freezing all over the swill garbage poured on the street next winter, how are you staying underneath, are you cold......, Dad!

After several years of madness, I finally woke up one day, and I held your hand on the hospital bed. You've been tortured to the point where you're out of shape, and the skin on your belly has deflated and pressed against your backbone, creating a big crater. Father, Emperor. I held your warm hand, and the two of us burst into tears. Father, let's live well, father...... Shoulder morality with iron shoulders, let others go, you can change, don't be like this!

Holding those hands and kneeling down, he touched the small black stone pit on the bottom of the loess that was cold and biting in winter. Tears flowed, and there was an ant in the mud on my hand. "Daddy, did you send him? You haven't even given me a dream for the past year, you must be guilty, you don't want to make Congee lonely, you come and tell me something...... Right?"

And then......

Then I woke up. There is nothing in the hand, and there are no ants in the dream at all. The heart was suffocating and beating for a long time, and it didn't help to shout to the sky and grab the ground. Dreams are just dreams, heaven and man are eternally separated, and there is no more dream. After all, the dream is still in the dream, and if you think about it carefully, there are three flower porridges, one is like the father and the mother's flower porridge, and it seems that the father and the emperor are figured out by the flower porridge with their own mentality, the little child who was lost, and the middle porridge that later blocked the little comb from going out to find his father. If you count the Chen Hua porridge outside the dream that hurts the sky. There are four of them here. The second is that I haven't seen my mother since I was three years old, although I tried my best for half my life to know that she wanted to taste the taste of a child with a mother and a mother's hug, and in my dreams I actually passed by her, and even smelled her hair in the wind.

But this nightmare broke my tangled mood that lasted for more than two months. Even after waking up from the fear in the dream, my heart was still beating faster, and my hands and feet were numb and in a state of confusion, my first reaction was not to get entangled, just follow my inner thoughts, just do it, whatever he wants, and finally follow my heart.

A voice, that was the only consciousness before he fell unconscious in a lump of mud on the flower porridge floor.

......

......

"There are two Wutan with six things, what are they, where did that thing come from, eight ......, six plus two, ......" Hua Congee's heart died.

"Innocence has become a biang!"

"Chen Zhonghe has also become a biang!"

......

Spread over the dust that kicked up the sky.

In mid-June 2018, a green military medium-sized car sped past the only few plateaus in the depths of the 100,000 mountains with serious soil erosion.

In addition to the driver, there was a middle-aged man over forty years old.

His clothes were the kind of modest black suit and clean-sand leather shoes that the young people of the big city had long looked down on.

He rarely uses the bus to get to Beijing like this.

As a researcher at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, his name is Ye Zitan. The Xiangxi Culture Promotion Association of Tsinghua University held an annual meeting a few years ago, and he also went to Beijing at that time, of course, the treatment at that time was obviously not as high as this time.

According to the leaders of the ministry, a university professor in the United States was still a research scientist or something, and occasionally read the bulletin of that year, saying that he was interested in one of his studies that year.

"Mosquitoes?"

He clearly remembered that a bunch of people besieged him back then, because his name was "red sandalwood", and he had to admire his grandfather who named him.

There was something strange about him.

• Malaria is a life-threatening disease caused by a parasite that is transmitted to humans through the bite of an infected female mosquito.

• In 2016, there were 21,600 cases of malaria in 91 countries and territories, an increase of 5 million cases from 2015.

•In 2016, the WHO Asia Region accounted for 62.57% of the global proportion of masochovirus infections.

• This newly discovered malaria is actually a new generation of malaria in the traditional sense, and some researchers have shown that the outbreak of the virus is very similar to the Black Death epidemic in the winter during the Crusades in history, and similar to the zombie virus in Miaojiang, Hainan, an ancient country in China during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period.

•However, in order to avoid the panic caused by the rumors, research institutions and governments in various countries have maintained a high degree of tacit understanding, and they have all chosen to call malaria "common atypical malaria".