Yin and yang cut the boundary between morning and dusk, and the heaven and earth at this moment are like a quiet giant in dark blue clothes, and the leaves of the mountains and forests blown by the rain and wind are also writhing their own posture, just like a person in blue clothes rooted in the soil and dancing wildly.

There are no stars and moons, no bright sun and white clouds, only huge rain clouds hovering in the dark sky overhead, and the rapid rain falls from the rain clouds one after another.

It was like maggots writhing from the corpse called "Heaven" writhing the body of a fat white flower.

The maggot-like raindrops fell to the ground and fell into the water, still frantically cracking in a calm posture before scattering into a pile of liquid, exploding a little bit of water, and the muddy Jing River flowing muddy, and the rain falling into it was like bursting pustules, squeezing out the yellowed pus.

The thunder rolling in the rain clouds also rained down the purple and white light that the fisherman didn't know how to describe, and in a short moment, the shadows in the mountains and forests were like people singing and dancing in front of his eyes

The fisherman wiped the rain from his face and threw the net into the river.

He is an experienced fisherman who knows that when it rains, it is actually the best time to fish, because the heavier the rain, the more active the fish in the river, and the more active they are, the hungrier they become.

The fish here has eaten a lot of human flesh.

When the Datang Dynasty was not yet established, it was common to kill good and take risks, whether it was the soldiers of the Yang family or the soldiers of the Li family, they would kill people and cut off their heads, take their heads away, and throw the corpses into the muddy Jing River.

The corpse that fell into the Jing River, no matter how experienced the corpse salvage was, could not pick it up, and the corpse salvage would only shake his head after coming up from the bottom of the water and say the same thing.

[There are rut marks at the bottom of the river, it may be that the River Dragon King took away their corpses and led them to cross the Jing River into the Styx River to die. 】

However, the fisherman was not too worried, after all, he had worshiped the dragon king god Molat.

The skin shed from the dragon's body will naturally have a miracle, this is the consensus of the fishermen on the banks of the Jing River, the dragon will let them get the protection of the dragon king in the dark,

And the benevolent dragon king and his heirs shed the dragon in the year of the great drought so that they would not starve to death.

Because... The dragon molt is edible.

A small piece of dragon molt, as long as it is soaked in water, will restore the texture like a live fish.

It's just that these dragon molts have a certain unacceptable, even more than the taste of ordinary fish, the meat is dry and like fine sand, dry and stagnant, but when you continue to chew, there will be a slippery feeling that makes people involuntarily gagging, as if with continuous chewing, squeezing out the rich oil that belongs to the dragon molt, with a strong and strong fishy smell, greasy and tender, even if it is a day and a night, no matter how much water you drink, how many times you rinse your mouth, or even eat ginger and garlic, This slippery feeling is already difficult to dissipate in the mouth, like the residual rubbing of the taste in the mouth.

It is like Guanyin soil, which cannot be digested, but it can really be digested, and the reason why it is said to be like Guanyin soil is because after eating, the stomach and intestines will soon be filled with a heavy and sticky feeling of satiety, just like eating the indigestible Guanyin soil, this terrible feeling of satiety will last for more than a day and a night.

The fisherman had never eaten the dragon's moult because he had not experienced a great drought.

He just kept worshipping the River Dragon King, staring at the dragon, as if he had become a dragon grandson, worshipping the ancestors who didn't know how many generations to trace, until today.

The fisherman unplugged the gourd, poured a sip of warm wine, and the rainstorm rained all night, and it only meant to stop, it just went down on its own, entrenched in the sky, and looked at the whole world with contempt.

People under the sky, under the clouds, under the rain, are just ants that are too small to be smaller, they don't understand the sky, they don't understand the clouds, they don't understand the rain, just as ants don't understand people.

The tributaries of the Jing River are like a long and agile palm, playing with the small fishing boats that are unbearable, in this river, the fishermen try their best to control and fight, but they are shaken down the river in the turbulent water.

Mixed in

The fisherman struggled to climb up and grasp the edge of the boat, but the river struck the boat, overturning it and covering him.

He struggled to escape his covered fate, but he keenly felt that something was swimming towards him.

It wasn't a prophetic feeling, it wasn't a sympathy in the bloodline, it was an undercurrent underwater.

It's like something is driving the undercurrent, riding the undercurrent.

Tapping along the undercurrent, he was knocked out of the range of the covered boat, but in the panic of the water, he touched something... The skin of a living creature.

The skin was slippery, but not as textured as fish scales, and for some reason, he felt like he had touched the skin of some kind of snake, cold, slippery, and unpushable, like some kind of leather.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, what kind of huge creature was that?

The monstrous monotonous brownish yellow color has not the slightest reflection, and in the muddy muddy river, it is not possible to see all the mustaches and tails, but even the slightest missing body can roughly infer what a colossal thing it is.

Even if it is a thousand-year-old tree, it is only like a slender eight-year-old child in front of this body, and the "spot" that emerges from the leopard in the tube is the limbs and feet of the behemoth.

Like an earthworm or a millipede, the rings of segments form this huge body, and under each segment, there are slender limbs and feet as thick as children's arms, like claws.

But it was lifeless, as if it were just a garment, a coat, just massive, surging forward with the undercurrent, and I don't know where it would go.

But the huge body is also following the flow of water, section by section, ring by ring, with the current of the water lapping the river, even in this turbid water, the ears can hear the huge sound of slapping water.

「ku—ku—sera，ku—ku—sera，ku—ku—sera··· Merciful, merciful, merciful..."

The sound of worship sounded from behind him, and countless dragons of different sizes, like earthworms, swinging limbs and feet, slid along the water, and in this sliding, stretched their limbs and feet to their backs.

The fanatical movements, as if they are not afraid of pain at all, may not feel pain, but they all cater to the sound of the rain, rhythmic, and ritualistic, clasping their backs, picking out criss-crossing cracks, in the washing of the water,

The skin that was glued together was also broken one by one, and from the skin was arched over... In the midst of the skin molting, the dragons who have entered a new round of life cycle.

The terrible sound of countless scratches seemed to have indescribable magic, and the fisherman could only float in the water in a daze, he forgot to swim in the water, and just stared blankly at these creatures in the water who could not see the whole picture, and did a molting ritual that he could not understand.

The dragon's backs slowly protruded from the skin, like the rhythm of life, with indescribable magic and indescribable fear.

They are like butterflies in their cocoons, but the fisherman doesn't know that they are living under the Jing River... No, it should be "passing through".

They passed through the Jing River, leaving behind the dragons, and today they are so close to these groups.

It is like a cocoon that breaks into a butterfly, and the skin shed by these "dragons" falls down the water into the riverbed, as if they had taken off a piece of clothing and threw it away.

Different from the creatures that look like molts, they come out of the molt, and their transparent and soft bodies are cylindrical, and the streamer-like cylindrical tentacles are like dense body hair, swinging randomly in the water.

Their whole bodies faded out of that layer of skin, and then straightened up, waving the body hair around them, and at that moment, they opened their eyes the size of eggs, and it was at this moment that the faint fluorescence illuminated the murky river bottom one after another, reflecting their full picture, and also leaving a huge shadow in the river.

It was the shape of a creature that the fisherman could not understand, they were like water

Crab general, obviously has a material body, but it can give people the feeling that this body is only generally material, and the other half is something else that cannot be understood, the tentacle-like body hair floats softly in the river, moving with the current, and the circles of sharp teeth seem to open from the skin, without opening and closing, are those dragons?

If those are dragons? So what kind of thing can the dragon in the picture scroll be?

They didn't move, but they were so strange, they were floating.

Floating··· Floating? That's supposed to be flying, right?

As ethereal as the clouds and mist, even without wings and wings, even without fins, they are really like carps that have crossed the dragon gate,

Left the water and went to the sky.

Some "dragons" are biting their skins, while others are floating.

Those "dragons" that bite and shed their skin are all not petite, juvenile-like "dragons" without exception.

But the fisherman knew that even a young dragon was half a body larger than him.

Those "dragons" are full, repeating the appearance of floating, no, it should be said that it is flying.

And when they approached the water, they gradually disappeared, without the slightest ripple, and just left the water, not knowing where they were going.

The dragon sees the head but does not see the end? Maybe that's the case with the real dragon.

They flew straight upwards, and the unspeakable things they had fallen from were left on the riverbed.

The dragon's metamorphosis can no longer remain intact, and these are the remnants of the dragon's metamorphosis with limbs, and the segments of the cracks, like the facial features, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose on the skin, are automatically classified into the five senses in cognition.

It turns out that this is the truth of the skin, and the fishermen have always believed that the skins they worship are dragons of different sizes, but they don't know, they just arbitrarily believe that those creatures are part of them.

When the fisherman finally broke free from this scene, he realized that his consciousness was about to blur, which was a sign of lack of oxygen, and he hurriedly floated up, but when he turned around, he saw a body larger than his body... The "dragon" that has already shed its skin.

A pair of egg-like yellow eyeballs that almost protruded from the flesh were on the creature's body, like a semi-round yellow gem inlaid with them, moist and shiny, with no iris, no pupils, only a cloudy jewel-like yellow.

The skin is smooth but indescribably bloated, like pustules and blisters stretching and stretching to form this smooth body, the pale silver skin exudes an ominous glimmer in the water, the jagged teeth are flat and flat around the body, and the sharp chirping is like the sound of insects hiding in the grass.

At the top of it may be its face, a face that is expressionless, but intuitively able to detect the malicious foreign object in it.

But saliva was secreted from its whole body, dripping or floating in the water along its fluttering tentacles.

Maybe it's hungry, right?

The face containing the Hungry Ensemble took a step closer to the fisherman, waving its body hair and making a cry that could only be combined into onomatopoeia with syllables, and the inhuman voice was clearer in the water.

Driven by unspeakable fear, the fisherman was lucky enough to grasp the broken oars and stab them into the mouth of the living creature, and he clearly felt the stab, but only the materialized part.

But in the face of this inhuman thing, the fisherman's attack was meaningless, the deformed creature shook its body as if in pain, and wanted to throw the fisherman to the surface, his hand held the oar tightly, no matter how violently he shook it, it was useless,

But the dragon in the water gradually recovered, and the fisherman was gradually crushed by the creature in the riverbed and sunk into the mud and sand, and the oars were also freed.

No, he was holding his breath to the limit, a stick of incense? Or even longer? No matter how good his water nature is, there is a limit, but his will urges him to kill it! If you don't kill it, it's you!

Perhaps he is facing the unknown

But if you think about it carefully, being able to be injured by an oar proves that such a powerful creature is now in a period of extreme weakness, so since even you can hurt it, what is there to be afraid of such an unknown fear?

He groped around the riverbed until he found a bone, grabbed it hard, and slammed it into the creature's head, but it was the ringed teeth, and in just three or two strokes, the whole leg bone was bitten into a jagged sharp stubble.

That's what he wants.

The broken bones were thrust into the bulging eyes the size of eggs.

A high-pitched, strange syllabic cry resounded from the bottom of the water, it was a howl of pain, it must be the howl of this deformed monster!

He was full of happy thoughts.

"How can such a monster be considered a dragon? Didn't I stab me twice?"

Finally, the fisherman fell into a coma.

It was only before he fell unconscious that the monster rushed towards him.

When he opened his eyes again, Li Shiming also woke up.

It's a dream that couldn't be more real.

is real, Li Shiming thinks,

The monster was indeed rushing towards him.

Then he did hear a certain voice, a high-pitched voice that I don't know what words to describe, and the one he had heard in the lake...

「ku—ku—sera··· Merciful, merciful... Therama."