The stars are moving, time flies, the ancient hexagram Taishan is still standing quietly beside the Weishui, and the boulder printed with the Taiji Pisces Bagua map has long been gone.

On the Qinling River, hundreds of kilometers away from Guatai Mountain, the cold winter has come early, and the goose feather snow has been muddy all day, and there is no meaning of sunshine at all.

The sky was cloudy, gloomy and dark, windy, and the sky and the earth were desolate.

As the twilight deepened, in a two-story small building in the Sichuan Basin, backed by the Qinling Mountains, a haggard and glazed-eyed teenager was quietly lying in a wheelchair in the corner of the house.

The young man was wrapped in a jacket on his upper body, his face was already a little black, and there was a small quilt on his lower body, which was slightly thin. Between the lower body and the wheelchair, there was originally a thin mattress, but most of it fell to the ground, and after a closer look, it was found that the young man was not wearing any clothes and pants on his lower body, and his legs were frozen purple.

Under the wheelchair, there is a white bedpan, occasionally one or two red-headed flies flying in it, and the yellow surface of the basin is mottled and disgusting.

A little boy of five or six years old was poking his brain at the door, staring at the boy with wide eyes, snooping on the teenager in horror, followed by a group of three or four-year-old children. The little boy Huo Di turned around and ran away, shouting loudly: "Ghost! There is a female ghost next to Fu Qingyun, with her hair scattered, her teeth and claws. Frightened, a group of little children behind him cried and screamed, pulled each other and ran away.

The mischievous little boy heard the aunt in the welfare home talking about Fu Qingyun's bad luck, ill-fate, and must be haunted by ghosts, so he brought a group of little children over to spy on it to see what the terrible ghosts looked like.

Fu Qingyun, this poor teenager, just turned one year old, his parents suffered an accident and was sent to the orphanage, because he was clever and cute, he liked the orphanage aunt very much. When he reached school age, Fu Qingyun's grades were always at the top of his class, making him the star of the orphanage, and when he went to junior high school, his intelligence and talent were even more revealed, and he was the first in the school in every big exam, which was deeply loved by the teacher.

At the end of July this year, good news came from the school, Fu Qingyun achieved the first overall score in the city in the high school entrance examination, and the orphanage and the school suddenly became the object of the city's major newspapers and periodicals.

Once again, fate seemed to play a big joke on him. On the way back to the orphanage from the county with the admission notice, Fu Qingyun was hit head-on by an out-of-control car, although he was rescued and saved his life, he was paralyzed in the lower half of his body, completely unconscious from the waist down, and incontinent.

After being released from the hospital, Fu Qingyun was sent to a local welfare home, and since then he has been in a wheelchair all day long, and he has become demented. At first, I could still hear the creepy roar and painful sobbing at night, but after a long time, there was no crying, and the whole person became like a nerd, neither speaking nor crying. Sometimes, Fu Qingyun sat in a wheelchair all night long, sometimes awake, sometimes sleepy, his eyes became more and more numb and dull, and the whole room was as cold as a tomb.

Due to Fu Qingyun's incontinence, the kind aunt of the welfare institute placed Fu Qingyun in a wheelchair, put a bedpan under the wheelchair, and put a thin quilt on his lap to prevent him from getting cold.

Late at night, Fu Qingyun turned his head and looked out the window, the blizzard was getting more and more violent, and the cold wind of anger raged in the air, rolling up the snow in the mountains and slapping the window, skimming the bare treetops, roaring, roaring, and whining...... The howl of the ghost and the wolf seems to conquer all the living life in the world under its obscenity.

Fu Qingyun raised his empty eyes, looked at the gloomy sky like ink, and muttered, "I just want to live well... Why...?!"

At midnight, the wind and snow finally became lighter, and the moonlight shone through the dark clouds, and the snow in the mountains was like silver coins sprinkled on the graves.

Fu Qingyun looked out the window in a daze, and his body couldn't help but tremble, like a wind candle in his last years, and like a dead and withered body. Then he turned his wheelchair and walked out of his stinking room, and with great difficulty pushed open the unlocked door of the orphanage, a cold wind blew in his face.

He shuddered, and looked up at the sky, and there were a few dead vines and old trees on the opposite hill, with teeth and claws, and only the bare branches trembled in the wind, and they looked more and more hideous and terrifying in the moonlight. After the heavy snowfall, the moon turned orange, like a blood moon sucking human marrow, reflecting the clouds into a dead red, like flowers on the other side of the Yellow Spring Road, extending to the gates of hell. The mountains and forests were as quiet as ghosts, and occasionally there were a few owl cooings, like a lonely ghost calling for companions, mysterious and gloomy.

Fu Qingyun shuddered, slowly retracted his eyes, and pushed the wheelchair straight to a big river outside the welfare home.

Not far from the orphanage, a large river roars through the gorge. Fu Qingyun trembled and came to the riverside, the "blood moon" in the sky had gradually disappeared, and a large dark cloud was about to cover the last few rays of moonlight. In the low and heavy clouds, the winter thunder shook, one after another, and the dragon-like electric light appeared and disappeared from time to time, illuminating the earth in a miserable white.

Snowflakes fluttered down again, flying all over the sky.

Fu Qingyun sat upright, his chapped lips squirming, and he muttered, as if he was cursing, accusing, and crying. He closed his eyes, a look of determination on his face, spun his wheelchair violently, and fell into the river.

"Boom", a dazzling lightning bolt slashed, like a sharp sword, splitting the heavy clouds in half.

The void was torn apart by lightning like a curtain, and a dark crack spread rapidly towards the ground as the lightning struck, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be split in two.

Just as Fu Qingyun was about to fall into the cold and biting river, the gray space-time crack happened to extend to the river, and it happened that Fu Qingyun happened to fall into it.

Fu Qingyun closed his eyes tightly, not noticing what was happening around him. As soon as he was involved in the space-time rift, a space-time turbulence that shook the mountains and mountains enveloped him, almost tearing every cell in his body into powder, and the heart-rending pain made him convulse all over his body, and his face was deformed in pain.

Just when Fu Qingyun was so painful that one soul went out of his body and the second soul ascended to heaven, a majestic dragon roared, and four words sounded in his ears: "Shine brightly!" Followed by a dazzling golden light, it rushed straight towards Fu Qingyun like a meteor, and disappeared into Fu Qingyun's body.

Fu Qingyun felt that his soul was ignited in an instant, and in an instant, it emitted a thousand rays of light, blocking out the violent air currents around him. Then a warm feeling spread from his abdomen, making Fu Qingyun so comfortable that he wanted to hum a few times.

What's even more incredible is that the warmth and moisturizing energy did not stay, and spread straight to the unconscious lower body that had been paralyzed for half a year, and the cold and stiff lower body instantly gurgled and warmed, and there was some consciousness.

It's a long story, but it's all just a matter of lightning.