On the night of the full moon, Jiuwen's illness became more and more serious, and one autumn evening, the autumn moon was so big and bright that there was no place to escape or hide according to Jiuwen.

The power turned into a demon that tormented him.

He saw that every man in the village had become very small, and that the tall man had become like a child.

Each one is small and powerless, and all of them are like a delicious meal that can be eaten.

The only reason left of Jiuwen reminded him that if he didn't tie himself up and tie himself to this door, he didn't know what terrible things he would do.

The steel teeth burst out of the bones, and the flames smoked up and down

The blood is like a tide, and the sticky fingers turn to ashes.

Although his eyes were tightly closed, he could still see the red blood flowing from the villagers' bodies.

The red, bright red like the spring flowers of April.

The thin and weak torso is densely covered with mountains and rivers.

The bloodlines attracted him and beckoned him.

Jiuwen clenched his fists and tightened his teeth.

His throat choked, and a scream came out of his mouth.

One can never make that sound.

His arms and calves grew long, dense brown hairs, and his body became thick and powerful, his muscles burst, and his skin tightened into a thin veil.

The hottest blood flowed under the veil, a tremendous force that he had never felt before, tearing at his entire body almost from the inside out.

Jiuwen was so frightened that he tore open the strip of linen that bound him and jumped up from the bed. Stumbling and crawling in the night, he endured the occasional roar in his throat and finally crawled to the edge of the well.

Looking down the well, the mouth of the well, facing the moon, emitted a miserable white light, and a huge bronze mirror shone on his face.

He saw a face he didn't recognize, and a furry monster, bursting yellow teeth, and bloodshot eyes, such a ferocious monster.

Uglier than anything in the world.

He was frightened and let out a long howl like a wolf in the night, or like a wild dog that could not find food.

Crazy, unstoppable, crazy if not his eyes, it's the moon overhead.

It was a terrifying face reflected in the moonlight.

He didn't know how long he had been screaming.

Until there was a faint light in several villagers' houses, and the sound of children crying came from the villagers' houses not far away.

Hearing the cry, blue fire flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and walked towards the house where the crying sound was heard.

The door opened.

The expressions on the faces of the people in the room will never be forgotten.

It was an expression of disgust, an expression that only comes when you look at a beast.

The villagers had never seen such a long-haired monster, and it was impossible for them to recognize this monster as Jiuwen, who lived with them.

Jiuwen leaned down, his head facing forward, as if he knew that his neck was twisting to the right, and he went around half a circle back to the left.

But he didn't know what he looked like now, and he had forgotten whether he had moved ahead on all fours, or if he had moved to the back room on two feet like a human.

There was no door in the back room, only a navy blue linen curtain.

In Jiuwen's opinion, there were only three colors in heaven and earth, black and red, and boundless white, and the white light stimulated his blood, and he was crazy to turn this white light into pieces.

In the room, a family of five hid in a bed, huddled together.

The blood veins are dancing, and the river is endless.

Faces seemed to smile at him and invite him closer.

He held out his head and his hand.

He opened and closed his mouth.

The smallest lump of red is pinched in the palm of your hand first.

He still vaguely remembered the woman's cries and screams, and the more he screamed, the more his desire to chew and tear could not be stopped.

One after the other, as if these things had always been missing from his body.

After eating, the sky returned to its rightful place, and the earth became flat.

There are other colors in the world.

He felt hungry and he needed food.

That's it, people are hungry and need food.

It's human nature that people are very, very hungry and need very, very much food.

The shouts of the village continued, and Jiuwen came back to his senses, only to find that his body had been grabbed by something, and he had been hit by a hard object, and he twisted his waist and crotch and slammed a bright red thing against the wall.

The walls were black, dead silent, and the blood was bright red, and he couldn't stop it.

The door was slammed open, or maybe he didn't close it at all.

A group of people, how many he doesn't remember, just like when he was a child, a group of people surrounded him, a group of people punched and kicked him.

His heart was already at peace, very peaceful because he had eaten enough food.

The sky is what the sky looks like.

The earth is also the way it is.

There are other colors in the world.

He felt that he still had a lot of strength in his body, but he couldn't open his eyes when sleepiness hit.

When he finally heard some of the bustling voices, he put them together, thought about it, and realized that they were right, "Kill it, throw it into the field outside the village, and let the vultures of the sky eat him." ”

They killed him.

Killed.

So many people beat one person, it should have been killed a long time ago.

When Jiuwen woke up, he found himself in a forest, with a large tree behind him, and half of his body was soaked in the mud under the grass.

"Where am I? Am I dead?"

Jiuwen looked up at the sky, as if everything was calm.

"Am I dead? What just happened?"

He asked himself, but there was no answer, and of course no one answered.

Jiuwen didn't remember exactly how he got to this place, and he didn't remember what happened in the village.

Severe headaches and body aches, he only felt death close to him, very, very close.

But Jiuwen is no longer the child who hid in the cave and waited for death, and his instinct for survival is far stronger than it was at that time.

Even if there was no way to live, he wouldn't die easily.

He won't die, vaguely, Jiuwen knows that he won't die.

Concentrate your heart and put your heart to the lowest place, the more you pain, the more you will feel your heartbeat dominating everything, it is reminding you that you are not feeling well right now, and you need to find a way to help yourself or let it stop forever.

At this time, what you need to do is ignore it and put it in a very low place, burying it in the soil under your feet.

The blood you are bleeding out of your body will slowly stop and your wound will slowly heal.

He followed the methods taught to him by the white-haired boy, over and over again, until he could no longer feel the pain in his body.

Only then did he slowly open his eyes.

The morning sun has lit up the entire forest.

"Are you awake?"

A girl squatted beside him with a smile.

"Did you save me?" asked Jiuwen.

"Shhhh ”

The girl put her hand to her lips and reminded the boy not to speak.