The blown incinerator burst out countless pieces of iron in an instant, flames mixed with molten black slime splashing everywhere.

Quan Heng stepped back, and just wanted to use the "Tianshu" to block, the mad hat suddenly raised his arm.

"Try this." The Mad Hatter finished speaking, and the white cloak unfolded in front of him.

"Special items." Kwon also thought about the peculiarity of this cloak.

"Well, it's a reward for S17."

The Mad Hatter himself looked at the unfolded cloak with novelty, "To be honest, I haven't used this thing yet, the old man made me put it on - I heard that it is a magic cloak that can change the direction of an attacker. ”

He thought for a moment, "Okay, it's a passive skill, and I don't know if I've used it - now take the initiative to try it." ”

The cloak formed a square wall of qi of about two meters at the moment it was raised, and the edge of the churning air flow shimmered with inconspicuous golden light.

All pieces of iron, monster fragments, etc., that were close to the air wall were bounced back at the same speed the moment they approached the air wall!

Quan Heng looked at the wall of qi formed by the cloak, staring thoughtfully at the surface of the air current.

This special item...... Is it able to bounce any form of attack?

The splashing debris gradually stopped, and so did the sound.

"Stop," the Mad Hatter muttered as he lowered his arm, "no wonder no one has been able to attack me from behind since the start of this season, it turned out to be bounced back." ”

"I seem to have found out before," the Mad Hatter suddenly had a little impression of this conclusion, and finally gave up, "Forget it, I don't remember." ”

Quan Heng looked at the squirming monster fragments on the ground, and unexpectedly took out the tweezers that came with him, and bent down to pinch an earthworm-like fragment.

"There should be a glass bottle or something in the cabinet," Kwon said, "Please get one for me, thank you." ”

“OK.”

The Mad Hatter retrieved a glass jar to catch the wriggling black slime, snapped the lid and shook it, "Got it." ”

"Well," Kwon said, throwing the tweezers into the incinerator, "let's go back." ”

——

“…… It is precisely because of the existence of these aspiring young people that our country can come out of the darkness. ”

Mu Jing and Jiang Jin sat in the golden circle and listened carefully to him talk about the past that was full of young blood and full of gunsmoke twists and turns.

Mu Jing looked up into his eyes, and suddenly said:

"Uncle Jiang, there is light in your eyes."

Jiang Jin was stunned and blinked lightly at the half of his eyelids.

He turned his head to look at the wall of the container at hand, and saw that his mutilated right eye was turning under the burned eyelid, and that there was an irregular polyp growing under the bayonet-cut left eye.

But there is indeed light, so clear, like a galaxy falling to the bottom of the eye, scorching and shining.

It seems that as long as you talk about the beliefs you hold on to and the ideals you pursue, your soul will shine brightly in this broken body.

"It's like a spark." Mu Jing hugged Mu Xiaoliu and laughed, "Uncle Jiang must love his faith and this country very much." ”

Jiang Jin looked at Mu Jing and smiled very lightly, "Yes, I love that land of mountains and rivers very much, and I am willing to shed blood for her and defend her dignity and integrity." ”

He had his nose cut off, his lips cut off, and finally burned beyond recognition by the fire, but now he still laughed so handsomely.

"Uncle Jiang," Mu Jing held his face, and there was light in his eyes when he smiled, "I feel that you are very cute, you are the cutest person!" ”

"Okay," Jiang Jin laughed and rubbed Mu Jing's head, "Okay." ”

He sighed with emotion, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and his voice unconsciously lightened:

"That's nice."

As long as he knows that the mountains and rivers he guards are good, and the people he guards are good, everything is worth it.

"That's right," Mu Jing took something out of his pocket and handed it to Jiang Jin, "Uncle Jiang, this is a gift for you." ”

Jiang Jin was stunned and looked at the origami white dove in Mu Jing's hand.

"My sister and I don't know how to fold paper, so let my eldest brother help fold it," Mu Jing held the little white pigeon in his hand, and his smiling eyes were clean and pure, "Does Uncle Jiang like it?" ”

Jiang Jin carefully held the white dove in Mu Jing's hand, and the hands covered with mottled scars and the soft and white palms of the child formed a contradictory but compatible picture.

"I like it."

Jiang Jian unconsciously shed tears and smiled at the child: "Thank you, child." ”

"You're welcome," Mu Jing said, "This is what my sister asked me to give you." ”

Jiang Jian was a little surprised: "Little comrade? ”

"Hmm." Mu Jing nodded, and Yu Guang suddenly saw Quan Heng's figure.

Mu Jing's eyes lit up, and he immediately got up and ran over: "Sister! ”

Jiang Jian also stood up: "Are you injured?" ”

"No," Quan Heng's voice was gentle, "Mr. Jiang rest assured. ”

"That's good," Jiang Jin relieved himself, "You got a pass to a city?" ”

"Passes? Yes, we got the body fragments of that monster. ”

The Mad Hatter tossed the glass bottle in his hand and watched the black slime roll around inside, having a lot of fun:

"Look, it's still moving."

He shook the glass bottle in his hand as he spoke, watching the slime struggle to get up and kowtow against the wall of the bottle.

[Kamo: Ah, yes, yes, yes, I can move, my stump is very mobile]

[That will inevitably move, people move more cheerfully when they are alive, it's not that you two blew people up directly]

"Oh, it's a spineless monster," said the Mad Hatter in disgust, "you see it's lying on its stomach, and it's begging me for mercy." ”

[Laughing to death, you have killed people, and you have to laugh at people's spinelessness]

[That's true, isn't the derivative of this monster quite bullying the weak and afraid of the hard.] Just look at their attitude towards Kwon Heng and the Mad Hatter at the lighthouse - this has been sanctioned and subdued, and they have to kneel down to admit their father]

"It's settled," Kwon Heng looked at Jiang Geun no matter how the Mad Hatter tossed, "We can go now." ”

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Jin thanked him, and just as he was about to take a step, his face suddenly changed, and he leaned forward sharply.

Quan Heng grabbed Jiang Jian to prevent him from falling to the ground, "What's wrong with you?" What's wrong with it? ”

"I feel sick to my heart."

Jiang Jin gasped a few times, and when he pressed his heart, he touched his golden pocket watch, "I have a bad premonition...... Xinlan, did something happen to Xinlan? ”

"Mrs. Tang?" Quan Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered something.

There is a memorial hall on Gujiang Hero Road, and the school in Xiaoting once organized student activities to visit, and when he came back in the evening, he mentioned that the old curator who explained history was surnamed ......

Tang Dynasty.

"Mr. Jiang, let's leave for the next city immediately," Quan Heng quickly decided, "Complete the task as soon as possible and help you cross the Innocent River." ”

The place where this map wants to pollute the invasion is most likely to be the memorial hall, and looking at Jiang Jin's current situation, Mrs. Tang is afraid that it is not optimistic.

……

Furue City - Memorial Hall

"Portable containment items have been worn, breath concealment devices have been worn."

The first team leader and the second team leader reported separately.

"Check it right." Gu Xingze reported.

"Captain, it's been pried open." The team removed the blinds of the ventilation ducts, "ready to enter." ”

"Be careful," Nie Cang told the two, "Go ahead." ”

"Yes!"

After the two finished speaking, they immediately entered the vent with the help of a ladder. According to the basic structure described by the instructor just now, drive as fast as possible to the small room in the reference room.

"Marine, don't worry." Gu Xingze recorded the values on the jammer, "Lethe's contamination is not radioactive, and there is no other way to attack except physical attacks. Even with the jamming instrument, it is impossible to devour the memory too strongly. ”

At most, they'll forget what they ate this morning, or the containment rules they memorized last night.

If the latter is the latter, it will be miserable, after all, tomorrow is the professional assessment day of the Special Investigation Bureau, and if you can't be silent, you will be punished for copying, and even if you don't punish copying, you have to start reciting again.

"I know they're not the same kids they used to be." Nie Cang sighed, but his brows did not relax, "But the old curator's physical condition is not good, and I am really worried about her old man." ”

"Ms. Tang survived the war-torn era and experienced almost all the major events of the new era."

Gu Xingze remembered what he had heard the commentator say, and he really admired it: "Later, I sold my property to fund scientific research and subsidize students, without seeking merit or fame...... She is a veritable hero, and the hero will be sheltered by unwavering faith and will not get into trouble. ”

"Hmm." Nie Cang looked at the display screen, Lethe's figure was getting closer and closer to the cubicle where the old curator was, and his eyes sank, "It must be in time." ”

……

The cubicle is located in the back of the reference room, and there is a chaise longue by the window, a small cabinet that can be used as a table, and you can look up just in time to see the kapok tree outside.

It's a pity that it's autumn, and now I can't see the blooming kapok, and I can't see the family.

The old man sat on a chaise longue, with a thick old photo album on his lap, carefully and lovingly turning through the pages, his eyes full of nostalgia.

From the black-and-white photos of graduating from university to the ribbon-cutting of enterprises that revive state-owned enterprises and private industries, to the photos taken by Mr. Jiang when he rescued the people during the war.

There is also a photo of her inspecting the fabric in the factory, with serious eyebrows, and when she looks up at the camera, she is relieved and smiles. There are also wedding photos of her and Mr. Jiang, and photos of military uniforms sent home by Mr. Jiang.

At the end, it is all slightly yellowed letter paper, even if it is carefully preserved, it still cannot withstand the wear and tear of time.

Tang Xinlan gently rubbed the letter, and the warmth in her eyes turned into tears.

She was already a hundred years old, and she couldn't stop trembling between movements, so she took out a gold pocket watch from her pocket more carefully, and when she opened it, she saw the old black and white photos inside—

Jiang Jin, who was wearing a tunic suit, was handsome and upright, with tenderness and love between her eyebrows and eyes, and looked at the girl who was going to take pictures in person instead of her boss.

Even if the war roars and suffers, even if the dawn victory does not know where it is, even if the road ahead is bumpy, they are closely connected in this broken mountain and river.

"I saw this victory for you," Tang Xinlan smiled, tears sliding down the wrinkled corners of her eyes, "The children can go to school well, people don't have to worry about robbers coming to burn and kill, and everything we pay is worth it." ”

"I actually...... I miss you a lot," she wiped away her tears, but the tears couldn't stop falling, "but I'm afraid that if I go to you, the young people in the future won't remember their comrades...... I was so scared. ”

People cannot sing the praises of suffering, but they cannot forget suffering, let alone the heroes who sacrificed their blood for future generations in suffering.

Today's events were like a spike that pierced into the deepest and softest part of her heart.

"Knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door, and the old curator wiped away his tears, gently stroked the photo on his pocket watch, and finally put it away preciously.

"Please come in." She tried to keep her voice as steady as she could.

The door was pushed open, and the well-behaved boy spoke very carefully: "Curator, can I come in?" ”

"Ah, it turned out to be Cheng Lin," the old curator said in a gentle voice, "Come in, did you have any problems with your studies, or did you quarrel with your parents again?" ”

"No," the boy lifted the information in his hand slightly, "I have some questions for you, about the classification of materials, and I want to know more about this history." ”

"Which paragraph?" The old curator asked, "You can bring it, I'll take a look." ”

"Okay."

The boy slowly walked up to the old curator and handed over the information in his hand.

The old curator was stunned, but his hand was damp: "Why is this book soaked?" ”

"I just accidentally slipped in the toilet," the boy was a little embarrassed, his eyes fell on Tang Xinlan's old photo album, "Curator, what is this?" ”

"This?" The old curator's eyes softened again, "It's some old photos, some years old." ”

"That must carry a lot of things," the boy didn't leave his gaze, muttering distractedly, his eyes covered by bangs shining with a cunning and greedy light, "especially history, or emotions." ”

The old man didn't hear clearly: "Cheng Lin, what did you just say?" ”

"Nothing," the boy asked, looking up expectantly, "Curator, can you tell me about what is recorded in this album?" ”

"Ah, of course."

The old curator was stunned for a moment, and nodded with satisfaction, "I'll tell you about some of the things I've experienced, wait a minute, I'll see where ...... from"

She looked down for a suitable photo, but she didn't see the boy leaning forward slightly, the originally human face spinning and twisting into a large erect mouth.

Two eyes popped out of the ears, like ugly deep-sea fish eyes, staring closely at the [memories] and [emotions] that slowly emerged from the old curator's mind, and opened their mouths greedily—

"Holy!"

The group leader who had just arrived at the vent was in a cold sweat, and immediately screamed the quintessence of the country, and he didn't want to slam directly into the blind, so he relied on inertia to open the window!

The old curator looked up sharply and saw the team members above fall off regardless of it.

The second team leader who followed closely behind raised his head, and his face changed drastically: "Old curator be careful!" ”

The old curator turned his head as if he was perceiving, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw that the shark-like sharp teeth opened in front of him, and the cavity of the mouth hovering like a straw exposed the suction cup, screaming and biting down!

The approaching complex cavity emits a light purple mist, and the suction cups agitate.

The dizziness hit, the old curator reacted wrongly, and the thick old photo album in his hand was lifted and smashed down!

The old man's withered and slightly trembling hands still couldn't stop the tenacity and ruthlessness engraved in his bones, and his first reaction was not to be afraid of retreating, but to defend and counterattack!

"Bang!"

Lethe was slapped in the thick album and shook twice in a daze, not expecting an old lady to have such courage and reaction.

The first team leader and the second team leader were shocked, and a thought flashed in their hearts at the same time-

, worthy of being a heroine!

Lethe's fish eyes glared fiercely, and the human palm turned into frog-like paw webs, and the paw webs covered with octopus suckers secreted mucus, and slammed into the old photo album in the old curator's hand!

"Curator!"

A shocking change arose.

The second team leader immediately stretched out his wrist, and the metallic bracer-style sleeve arrow was revealed, and the contained items in the magazine burst out instantly!

The silver-gray spherical shell dissipated like smoke the moment it came into contact with the pollution, and the small ball formed by the entanglement of golden-green branches and vines shot into Lethe's gaping mouth!

"Ahh

The shrill and terrible cry exploded in an instant, and the golden-green juice oozing from the golden green vine ball burned Lethe's flesh like sulfuric acid, and the branches densely wrapped around the vine stretched and expanded when it touched the wound, and then took root in Lethe's mouth downward!

But the pain didn't stop Lethe's annoyed movements, and the tendency of the flipper hits didn't change, not even the speed!

"W-bang!"

The corrosive slime did not corrode the album, and the old curator curled up to block Lethe's flippers without thinking about it before the album was corroded—

It was almost skin and flesh, and the pain made the old man snort, and he fell to the ground tightly with the album in his arms.

"Fuck you!"

The group leader immediately stood up on the ground, and the speed of the instant burst was terrifying, and he rushed straight towards the angry Lethe!

Lethe's eyeballs bulged on both sides, swollen and conspicuous blood vessels agitated, and his red eyes stretched out his claws to pull out the rooted branches, but the next second he was pushed to the ground by his excessive momentum.

"Ahh

The corrosive juice secreted by the vine balls is poured into the cavities, making a tooth-sour sound. Lethe desperately tries to gnaw at the branch with his fangs, but the big mouth is held up by the roots of the "tree" and cannot be closed.

The second team leader slid out with his hands on the mouth of the pipe, and hurriedly helped the unconscious old curator.

"Curator Tang, Curator!"

The old man showed no signs of waking up, and the corroded wound on his back was bleeding constantly, and even his breathing was shallow and slow.

"Damn," the second team leader couldn't help but scold, "Damn footpot chicken!" ”

"Save people, get people to the hospital!"

A group leader grabbed Lethe's neck and let its webbed claws against his bare skin, gritting his teeth and urging:

"You two idiots are still fucking hesitating, this old man can control it alone!!"

The second team leader was carrying the old man on his back, and when he heard this, he angrily scolded: "Keep your mouth clean!" ”

The golden green purifying liquid absorbs the pollution, and the pain of pulling it out makes Lethe frantically shake his head, and the group of leaders almost can't control the strength of its struggle!

"Get out of your sister, hurry up!"

The anger of a group leader suddenly increased, and the force in his hand was lightning fast, and he directly gave Lethe a punch!!

"——!!"

Lethe screamed suddenly, the dead fish's eyes were bloodshot, and the branches and leaves in its mouth were frantically sucking up polluted nutrients, growing outward at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the large golden-green branches and hands took shape in an instant.

The second team leader no longer hesitated, and immediately left with the old curator behind his back.

There is no way to get more people in, and breaking into the door will only cause a change in the tiny magnetic field in the control area, affecting the precise suppression of the anomaly by the jammer.

The data room is not to allow the [Oblivion] contamination produced by Lethe to spread.

Just now, Lethe wanted to attack the old curator, but he clearly wanted to fight to the death, resist the pressure of the jammer and absorb enough nutrients, and gamble on a chance to survive.

At the same time as he was heading out, his large golden-green hand folded and pinched Lethe's skull downward, trapping its large mouth full of cavities in the palm of his hand.

"Ahhh——!!h

Lethe screamed, a pure white mist rising from the covered face, and a group of people quickly got up.

I saw Lethe's flesh and blood fluids being frantically sucked into his big hand, pouring from the branches into the [fruit] bulging out of its mouth.

The unimaginant waved his hands desperately, but the parts of his body quickly shrank and became smaller, and in the blink of an eye, they were stuffed into the golden-green fruit.

"Smack."

The fruit rolled down from mid-air to the ground, shook the two golden-green leaves on his head, and burped contentedly.

"I'll rub it."

The group leader shook his arm that was corroded by the pollution factor, and couldn't help but smack his tongue, "It's really worthy of a new generation of containment items, and this process is brutal enough...... What kind of fantasy is this taken from? How did the research team come up with it? ”

……

The moment the second team leader stepped out of the data room, he received the news that [containment successful] was slightly relieved.

"Captain!" He shouted, "The old curator is injured!" ”

The rest of the personnel quickly entered the data room to clean up the remaining pollution, and the medical team immediately surrounded them, placed the old curator on a stretcher, and skillfully sprayed emergency drugs to eliminate the pollution.

"How?" Nie Cang muttered.

"The contamination has been removed, but the hazard has been generated, and the corroded wound needs to be sutured."

The medical team quickly replied, "The old man has suffered a lot of injuries when he was young, and he is getting older. Invading contamination agents will only lead to these old wounds – there is a high risk of malignant tumors, and further investigation is needed in this area. ”

This is the biggest harm of the polluting factor, almost accurately invading the damaged parts of the human body, causing old injuries and causing immune system imbalance.

Unless they are specially trained personnel or are people who are regularly exposed to pollution, these people have a certain tolerance to pollution factors and have special antibodies in their bodies.

"And we can't control it with special methods, and the old man's body can't stand even a slight pollution now."

The medical team members pushed the old curator to the mobile rescue room with a serious expression, "The situation is not optimistic. ”

Nie Cang glanced at the old man who was still guarding the album tightly, and gave a death order, "Then grab it back from the ghost gate." ”

"Bu group, the sterile room is sanitized." Healthcare professionals report.

"I understand." Team Leader Bu nodded solemnly, turned around and went to the mobile rescue room.

"They say a lot of things that are not optimistic, and the Bu team likes to say that."

A group of leaders walked out with bloody arms and threw the [fruit] to Gu Xingze first.

The medical staff around him were cleaning his wounds, and he didn't dare to mutter, or comfort him in disguise, when the team leader got into the car:

"The last time I got my finger cut by a stapler, he also said that the situation was not optimistic, and that it was very likely to cause tetanus and then scurvy. In the end, I was asked to have a blood test, and I did a full body test along the way. ”

Nie Cang: "......"

The leader of the group smiled: "So don't worry, captain, the old curator will definitely be safe." ”

Nie Cang finally sighed and nodded: "Hmm." ”

……

"Alas......"

Jiang Jin frowned tightly, holding the golden pocket watch, caressing the black and white photos in the watch.

"Don't worry." Kwon Heng's voice was gentle, "We'll speed up and get you through the Innocent River as soon as possible." ”

Jiang Jian carefully put away the pocket watch and gently replied, "Okay."

"Where is the location of the Second City?" The Mad Hatter held a string with a glass bottle hanging from the other end of the rope, and walked up and shook the monster fragments in the bottle upside down.

"The two cities are to the south of the first city, and they are closer to the Innocent River."

Ekiscus glanced at the blood moon, which was close to a semicircle, and discerned the direction, "If you continue to walk in this direction, you will get there, and we will pass by a large field of plane trees."

"The biggest monster in the second castle is called Matsui. Before he died, he built a Bodhisattva temple for himself to bless himself with safety and prosperity, so after his death, he also liked to nest in a Bodhisattva temple, which was in the southernmost part of the two cities. ”

"Bodhisattva Temple?" Quan Heng twisted a Buddha bead and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.

She laughed softly, there was no emotion in her eyes, "The Bodhisattva doesn't have such great merit to survive this kind of evil animal." ”

The sinner must take control of the judgment of the victim, take revenge, and send it to hell with his own hands.

"Miss Quan is right, the gods can't control these things," Jiang Jian pursed his lips, his eyes revealing hatred, "He should pay the price for the loss of those innocent people." ”

"Sister," Mu Jing suddenly raised his hand and pointed ahead, "There is a large tree there." ”

When everyone looked, they saw a large field of sycamore trees swaying in the wind under the blood moon. A thin mist permeated it, indescribably depressing.

When I entered this sycamore forest, I found that the ground under my feet was blood-red, as if it had been soaked in blood like a river, and it would take a long, long time to dry up over and over again.

"There are more than 300,000 plane trees here, and there is no end in sight from east to west, and they have been guarding in front of the gate of the second city." Jiang Jin touched the plane tree in his hand and listened to the sound of the plane tree blowing in the wind.

The voice is like crying blood, and every sentence complains of grievances.

"Every time I wake up, I come here to take a look," Jiang said softly, "to their voices, and even more to their grief and indignation." Especially when the wind blows the sycamore leaves, the sound is like a cry of the soul.

"I could hear the mother crying for the child, the wife crying for her husband, the child crying for the mother, and the baby screaming......

"The devil has invaded my hometown, mutilated my compatriots, burned, killed, and plundered, turning the land I love into a purgatory on earth, and the people and villagers I cherish have become lonely ghosts."

Jiang Jin's lips trembled as he rubbed the scars of the sycamore tree, "It's me who didn't protect them and didn't defend the city...... I was, if only I had strapped up a bomb and killed a few more enemies, and I could protect one by one.

"I don't deserve to wake up at all, so many comrades-in-arms, so many folks, only I ......"

Jiang Hibiscus nearly collapsed and held on to the plane tree, tears falling on the crimson earth.

He never considered himself a hero.

The scarred body had been put in some kind of shackles, and everyone who couldn't wake up would put a shackle on the surviving soul.

The deeper the bond, the heavier the bond.

Kwon Heng was silent and didn't speak, she rarely had a moment when she didn't know what to say, but now she didn't know how to comfort her at all.

This blood debt is too heavy, and future generations are still sad and resentful, not to mention the defenders of the city who are in it.

"Huh-"

Like the cry of blood, the beautiful and sad voice spread to every place in the sycamore forest.

The wind blew the sycamore leaves, and the mist instantly thickened, obscuring the vision.

"Huh?" The Mad Hatter flicked Joker in his right eye, saw a light golden light through the thick mist, and tilted his head suspiciously, "It's not the energy of the monster horde...... What is it? ”

Not a monster?

Quan Heng looked into the depths of the dense fog, the light of the red moon hazy the fog in front of him into a strange feeling, and he could vaguely see the light golden light outlining a vague outline in the fog, and the distant sound was accompanied by the sound of shallow drums.

[Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, punishment and reward]

* The sound of drums and flutes converges, like breaking the array of music, and a vague figure appears at the end of the line of sight, and you can see the crimson atmosphere of the sacrificial clothes on the body, the wide sleeves and the hands are stretched outward, and the dense fog in front of you is like a curtain opening outward, and the vision is instantly clear-

The goddess wore pure white dotted red lips, a cinnabar face in the center of her eyebrows, and there seemed to be a misty wave rolling under her body, making her soar in the air.

"Drama?" Quan Heng recognized it the moment she saw the face, and she also took Sang Ting to see the relevant stage plays.

"What's a puppet?" Mu Jing asked curiously.

"Wu opera, also called ghost opera," Quan Heng explained simply, "originated in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, Fang Xiang's exorcism activities, is the oldest kind of Chinese god dance to worship the gods and dance ghosts, drive away plague and avoid epidemics - I will take you to see it in the future." After all, these traditions should be understood. ”

Mu Jing nodded obediently: "I remember." ”

In the mist, the goddess folded her hands, leaned back like a lotus knot, and the mist under her feet suddenly surged out of the waves, covering the sky like a curtain lifting and subsided.

[The sun and the moon are shining, and all gods are coming]

The sound came, the drum beat began to intensify, and the flute tone sank.

The mist swelled again, and the [gods] dressed in dark clothes and white faces surrounded a goddess dressed in red.

Strange but awe-inspiring, sacred and atmospheric.

The goddess slowly spread her arms, and the male lions side by side behind her raised their heads, with black faces and red sideburns, standing behind the [gods].

For a time, the overwhelming momentum came with the charm of ancient times.

【The blue wisps of the road to enlighten the mountains and forests】

Distant sounds sounded again, the drums beat intensified, and the flute turned to a rapid one.

The fog is surging, thousands of spears are sticking out of the fog, and the faces of the enemy cannot be seen clearly, but oppression and crisis have already hit.

Immediately after that, several opera characters in armor walked out of the fog, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, only to see thousands of spears pressed down, and the general stood tall.

The red-sideburned lion fought with the besieging jackals, the white mist above suddenly swam out of the black gas and golden light, and the dragon Tengyun and the fog that were entangled with the black giant snake were dressed in golden light, and the atmosphere was magnificent.

The picture is grotesque and sad, but it is even more stunning and magnificent, bursting out with another kind of vitality.

[Don't forget to come to the road, the road is long]

The sound of the drums gradually subsided, the mist surged again like a curtain, the black gas dispersed, the golden dragon and the red lion were still there, but the general was nowhere to be seen.

From the depths of the white mist, a human dressed in white and wearing a white face slowly walked out, and a pure white and agile lion followed behind him, with a faint golden light around him.

He came out of the fog and stopped in front of Hibiscus.

After standing silently for a moment, he turned around and took out a large leather-wrapped knife from the mouth of the white lion behind him, with a red silk tied to the hilt, which was already a little old and bloody.

Jiang Jin took the broadsword in his hand with a trembling hand, and felt the familiar notch on the hilt.

He stroked it carefully, recalled in his mind the scene of the old company commander nicking after killing the enemy, and raised his head suddenly:

"It's—"

Jiang Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, the white lion in front of him was gone, and the person who had just handed the knife was gone.

The fog has lifted, and the sycamore forest has gone away.

——In front of him is an ancient city that has been destroyed by war.

·

*Inspired by Yang Liping's "Impression of Pingtan"

The "ability to dance" of the footpot chicken is, to put it bluntly, to copy us. Genshin Impact's [魈]'s "Jing Demon Dance" is also Chinese Nu culture, remember, don't be stolen again.