South Wind knows what I mean.
Nan Feng knows what I mean.
I just want to work as a girl.
She changed her soul under her skin.
She taught me to break the shackles and find true love.
I invited her to open her eyes and look at the horrible monster in front of her.
I said:
“Wake up? I’m sorry.
“This isn’t your old story, it’s terror. I’m sorry.
It’s six years old.
Almost half of the people in the city fell asleep overnight.
Including the Prince.
It is said that the last words they leave behind are:
“It saw me. I’m sorry.
We are the guards of the Emperor and only loyal to the King.
The Emperor wants us to look into this and save the Prince.
After losing dozens of brothers and sisters, we finally figured out the secret of the dream.
That’s another world.
Weird, twisted, endless.
Eighteen layers of hell.
Once in, there is no turning back.
This is the second time I’ve entered this hell.
This time the world is a town of Gangnam.
White wall, black walrus, complex riverways and narrow alleys.
There was an open red umbrella in front of the house.
The leading boy says it’s the town custom.
The oil sheet umbrella is replaced daily.
The red umbrella represents the living.
The white umbrella is the opposite.
We’ve come all the way, all we’ve met is a red umbrella.
At the end of the road alone, the last family was under the roof of a white oil-paper umbrella that was still hanging.
She stopped here and turned around.
He was pale, he had red lips and black pupils almost took over his eyes.
When he bends, his eyelids fall on the floor.
Bones follow a small road of green moss and roll to my feet.
I picked it up and took care of it in hand.
Paper made, nothing.
And We returned his eyes to him, and he smiled upon us with a crushing smile.
“This station is for your guests. I’m sorry.
“Your guests, please. I’m sorry.
She’s been working around me for a long time.
From the moment she turned around, her hand was covered in her mouth and it was never dropped.
One face was red, but it didn’t come out.
It wasn’t until she told us to come in that she finally said:
“I’m super. I’m sorry.
I looked at her and didn’t talk.
Homes are not small, three in three out.
In front of the door of the flower, a rocking wooden card was laid, crawling with twilight.
Close enough to smell a lot of blood.
It says:
“To live, read the following. I’m sorry.
One.
Everyone needs to put out the light before the hour, and do not respond to any noise outside the door.
Two.
Every day, a handmaidens in white clothes bring their meals to their rooms, and if the handmaidens wear red clothes, remember not to eat any food she provides.
III.
The town wedding is held three years ago, there are no lights on the night before the wedding, and if someone comes to invite you to the light, you must refuse.
Four.
There is no red oil umbrella in town. There are no red oil umbrellas in town…
There’s no red oil umbrella in town?
There’s a red oil umbrella in town?
The more the handwriting gets back, the more weed it is.
I frowned and recognized for a long time, but I only saw something about “Ten.”
But I still don’t see what the last sentence says.
At the bottom of the wooden card, there’s a line of twigs.
The ink is even, the handwriting is clear.
It reminds us:
“Don’t believe in the coloured handwriting. I’m sorry.
Wait till we figure it out, the little one comes up from behind and pulls out a wooden card.
The wooden card makes a short scream, and all the gilds are twisted together and look like a painful human face.
The soil beneath it is also bleeding, and the small group dumps wooden cards in the stench of blood.
Then he stared at us, with his mouth in his ear, and in it he was full of twilight teeth.
He’s bending his neck, curiously asking us:
“Dear guests, what do you see? I’m sorry.
If you don’t wait for me, I’ll answer quietly:
“Seen leaves on your teeth. I’m sorry.
The young man:
Sister, will you pick a tooth?
The young man:
I suddenly felt that this woman was not as timid as I thought.
Sister is not my sister.
This was discovered when I first entered town.
She has a clear sense of folly in her eyes, while trying to integrate actively into our time while trying to assert her pre-eminence.
She told me that all men were equal, and told me the poems of the moon and the snow.
I only asked her to look forward.
In front, there’s a face-on-the-student, because he stood under a red umbrella for a moment.
He was drowsy, his pupils were scattered, and he held his umbrella with his hands unwittingly, and none of him could respond.
Someone touched him gently with a blade.
He floated with the wind.
Somehow, he only had a skin.
She cried.
But she didn’t dare cry too loud, afraid of what would come.
She held my hand and asked me:
“Shall we not save him? I’m sorry.
I said:
“He’s dead. I’m sorry.
“I’ll die here if there’s no accident. Using my cause of death as an experience, it paves the way for future generations to help my country get out of this nightmare as soon as possible. I’m sorry.
I can’t stop crying.
“If there is one day, I will come for you. I’m sorry.
And now, as soon as my sister gets in trouble, she doesn’t want any more trouble.
He smiled and sawed us around, and finally let us go to the house and choose the room.
“The master said that, in order to prevent people from feeling that he had been neglectful, he could only live in one room for two people at most. If more than two people caused gossip in the town, the Master would be very unhappy. I’m sorry.
People do not answer, and one of his eyes slips,
By the way, you haven’t introduced your guests to our master, have you? His last name is Ro, a rich businessman in our town. He’s a good man and a poor man. He’s loved by the whole town. I’m sorry.
“The Lord has invited you to join us in the marriage of our daughter the following day. In accordance with the custom, a light conference will be held in the town on the eve of the wedding, which will also be available to guests. I’m sorry.
After that, his eyes fell on me and my sister, meaning a long time, without saying a word, and turned away.
My sister is shaking my sleeve:
“He’s not going to kill us tonight, is he? I’m sorry.
I said, “No. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“There are certain rules in the world, and monsters want to kill people, only after we have violated them. For example, stand under the red oil umbrella. I’m sorry.
I look at the position of the card.
The blood in the soil has faded, the ground is clean and clean and there is no sign of wood.
I said:
“Seeing a wooden card is not a condition of death, but perhaps seeing what is on it.” So she just confirmed to us what she saw, not just to us. I’m sorry.
The sister noded her head and said she understood.
I asked her one more thing:
“Do you understand what? I’m sorry.
She said:
“Follow you, safest. I’m sorry.
“…”
She said she’d live with me.
We picked a house in the corner of the second floor, and we lived next door with two twins.
Long sister’s cold, sweet sister.
We have the same name, but we don’t know each other.
After all, no one knows when the next person will die.
In the second I pushed into the door, I felt a virulent sight, entangled in my spine like an anthrax.
Take a glimpse, stand at the stairwell.
Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, while the rest of her face was covered in strange blue.
She smiled at my eyes.
She looks exactly like her sister.
At the same time, she looked out of the room:
“Why don’t you come in? I’m sorry.
As soon as the work of the gods was done, the people downstairs were gone.
I’m still familiar with her.
I’m not sure she’s still human.
But it’s getting dark out there.
In this world, there are more ghosts at night than during the day, and it is obviously not a wise choice to stay outside.
I didn’t say anything about what I just saw.
“Tonight’s early rest. I’m sorry.
I think she understands:
“Are the ghosts here also in compliance with the international common law that is a safe haven? I’m sorry.
The more she wonders:
“So when I go out, I’m covered in bed-tamps, and when I see a ghost, it’s over. I’m sorry.
I looked at her so deeply, I was trying to talk, and the door was being bowed.
There was also a fine voice of women, like long nails, scratched over the board.
“Guests, the meal is here. I’m sorry.
Outside the sculptor’s window, there’s about a red shadow.
She said she would do it, and she would wear a blanket to cover herself and show her face outside.
She dared not come out of the atmosphere and asked me in silence:
“What do we do? Do we open the door?”
I looked out the window.
After the knock, she stood there quietly and remained still.
It’s just red on the windows getting thicker and thicker, like a stunned blood.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been living in the country.
Everywhere you go, the lights are dark.
The walls became twisted, the floor moved slowly, and the entire room was coated with a strange piece of meat pink, which was like the inside of the mouth.
She’s already got her face covered and she’s lying on the floor.
I opened the door before the last light in the room disappeared.
Outside the door was a red handmaiden carrying a food box.
The smile on her face had yet to come to an end, and she saw the room behind me coming back to its place, staring at me in the face and handing over the food box reluctantly.
“Guests, the meal is here. I’m sorry.
After the red handmaiden left, I left my basket on the table.
The room was calm again and nothing was left.
The sister came and sat down with the food basket staring, but was afraid to touch it.
She looked back and asked me:
“Shall we eat?”
I didn’t give an answer.
The card in front of the flower door says:
“If the handmaiden who delivers vegetables wears red, remember not to eat any food she provides. I’m sorry.
But the small words below are:
“Don’t believe in the coloured handwriting. I’m sorry.
Who should we trust?
Dinner is very nice, three dishes and a hot meal.
My sister’s belly is squeezing, and she scratches her head with shame.
“I’m not really that hungry…”
The voice didn’t go down, again.
Sister…
She looked at me so patheticly, I put on the food box cover:
“Don’t eat yet. I’m sorry.
“We’ve only calculated that we’ve been eating for about half a hour, and we’re not moving chopsticks, and it’s still happening, and maybe we’re not eating anything. I’m sorry.
Sister asks:
“What if it wasn’t for now, but for midnight?” I’m sorry.
I answered calmly:
“Death and death. Our teachers worked for the Emperor, growing up, used to live and die. Death, in our view, is a normal, normal thing. I’m sorry.
Sister’s assumption did not happen.
We went to sleep hungry and quiet overnight.
I was awakened by noises from the next room.
The sisters next door, who don’t know what they’re doing, have been knocking on the wall.
I’ve been listening all night, and this sound is slow and irregular.
I went out with my shoes in my shoes and found that the door of the house next door was not closed, but rather left a stitch and a wind blowing.
Lightly bow to the door, no answer.
I just opened the door.
There’s only one person in the room, and she’s dead.
And, sister, her neck was surrounded by her long hair, hanging over her beam, facing the wall, and her body was frozen.
There was a wind blowing through, and her body swayed and hit the wall.
“Dude. Din. Din. I’m sorry.
On her feet, she was wearing red embroidered shoes.
The first night passed, we lost five people.
All of them, without exception, moved the handmaiden to eat.
One of the rooms had a surviving pupil.
He told me what happened last night without an expression.
“Shin, five seconds, the red handmaiden sends dinner to our room. Brother says, just in case he eats, I don’t. I’m sorry.
“I’ve always slept in shallow sleep, and last night was no exception. And when I heard the drop of water at night, I woke up, but I couldn’t open my eyes, as if I had been oppressed by heavy objects, and as if I had been bound by ropes and could not move. I’m sorry.
“until the drop of water fell on my face. I’m sorry.
The teacher was blinded by a twilight, but soon he was dressed and calmed, covering his past.
He said:
“…and then I fell asleep, and I woke up in the morning, and I found him sleeping with me, and his stomach was cut open, and his whole body was pulled out, and I left it in a mess. It seems to have been eaten by some kind of animal, leaving a little bit of flesh on the skeleton. I’m sorry.
His brows are crumbling and he may be nervous and swallowing saliva.
These pale words are a bloody reality for him.
It happens that a handmaiden sends food.
Today’s handmaiden are all dressed in white, and their food is fresh porridge and appetizer pickles.
My sister and I were hungry all night, and I smelled the food, and I had a lot of fun.
But his face is still ugly.
He was also in a nightmare last night and was not happy with the cuisine.
He’s on his feet and he’s up:
“I’m sorry, I wanted to go out. I’m sorry.
No one will stop him.
Live or die, we just walk our own way.
After dinner, I went to check out the street.
Sister too.
Daytime town, looks no different than the outside world.
The roadside vendors enthusiastically sold us their season’s fresh Lotus and sweet cinnamon powder.
In front of his booth, he was also carrying a red umbrella.
A bowl of powder from the vendor:
“I see the ladies dressed like locals. I’m sure she’ll have to taste it first. I’m sorry.
The sister was silent, and her hands shivered with my horns.
I look down and I see what’s in the bowl.
It’s a stinky, dirty water that floats with a few human teeth.
Sister-in-law, “respect uue understand uue uue uue uue uue u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u
It’s not easy for me to drill that corrupt gas straight into my nose.
We didn’t want to accept his powder, we didn’t ask.
“Now, most of the business has been taken away by a traitor named Luo, and it’s a sad day for us to lose. I’m sorry.
“The rapist?
“Yeah, that’s it.”
The peddlers are heading towards the wine house across the coast.
On the other side of the riverway, the towers were raised and the lights were lit, like a giant animal whose eyes had just opened.
A big “Ro” word was written on the banner of the wind show.
That’s weird.
The other side of the river was a small house.
The vendor’s assessment of Rousseau was quite the opposite of that of yesterday’s little leadman.
He called Roth a leech.
Since they arrived, the people of the town have not had a good day.
“Low’s own bad things are done, and after nothing else, he beats his mind to another’s daughter. I’m sorry.
“He is the bearer of the river God and holds a sacrifice in the town every three years and selects three of the girls from the town for the sake of the river God. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but ask:
“Why don’t you all join forces against him? I’m sorry.
The vendor shook his head:
“The people who resisted him are dead. God damn it. Those who sit, stand and walk on the good end suddenly have a fire that cannot be extinguished. He could only see him struggling and screaming in the fire until he became ash and left no body. I’m sorry.
“The people of this town will not escape, and will die wherever they go. I’m sorry.
“There are seeds in their bodies that are buried by Rohit, and once they come out of this town, the seeds begin to germinate. They devour their internal organs first, then their bones and muscles, and when there is only one skin, the bud springs out of their eyes and blooms the most beautiful flowers in the world. I’m sorry.
“Have you met?”
His voice seems to have the power of demagogization.
I followed his words and completely lost my ability to think.
And when I was lost in this strange story, I was pulled away.
It’s Sister.
She was sweating, she fell out and fell down with me.
I’ve just discovered that my position is only half a mile from the red umbrella.
Fogs up.
The sudden fog spreads at the end of the pebble road, eroding the whole town.
She’s holding my hand tight so we don’t get separated.
In the fog, it’s the only wine house that’s particularly visible.
It seems to have survived.
I pulled my sister to the palace.
Every house that passes by is covered in the red umbrella.
I also saw a few familiar faces with my brothers and sisters.
They were tanned, staring at each other, twisting their heads in a very natural way and reaching out to us.
“and let’s go. I’m sorry.
They didn’t open their mouths, but their voices came from all sides.
“You’re dead, and the people around you are dead. You’ve seen her body before. What are you struggling with? Wake up from your obsession. I’m sorry.
Yes, I have.
The shadow around the corner of the stairs.
That’s the same face as my sister.
They repeat:
“and let’s go. I’m sorry.
Sounds like a drum.
Knocking on my eardrums, my head cracks.
Even for a moment, I really started to wonder.
This so-called nightmare, is it really hell?
Can’t those of us who are trapped in nightmares find a way home?
I’m on my feet and I’m being dragged by my sister.
She doesn’t give a damn about these spirits.
Her voice is clear:
Little Sister! I’ll teach you a spell. Listen up! I’m sorry.
I bit my tongue off, forced myself to stay awake and heard my sister say:
Rich and powerful! Democracy! Harmony! Freedom! Equality! Justice!
The palace is near.
I’m gonna break those hands that are about to touch us.
A sword goes down, his hands fall off the ground and he makes a piece of paper money.
The next second, the paper money recreates two hands.
She was caught on her ankle by the hand on the paper money and fell.
I grabbed her arm in time and cut off her hand on the ground.
Her ankles were covered in blood, where she had been held by her hands, and the flesh was turned up, and she could see the white bones of Senan.
Her blood fell on the ground, and every step of it produced a strange flower.
My sword is enveloped by the leaves, and grows up with the handle.
“Can I run?”
I asked Sister.
In the fog, I can’t see her face, I can only hear her voice.
But it’s firm:
Yes! I’m sorry.
“Well, you keep running, you’ll be safe. I’m sorry.
I threw my sword and let loose her hand.
“The rest of the way, you go alone. I’m sorry.
On my side, the vines are about one tall.
It’s got my waist stuck.
And slowly raised my sword to the ground and pointed it at my throat.
Sister didn’t run.
She stayed there and cried out to me:
Little Sister! Where are you? I’m sorry.
Maybe she’ll soon be found by vines, but I can’t tell her.
I’m dying.
I can feel the sadness of the sword, and I have been with it every day since the day the master gave it to me.
It’s got a lot of blood on it, and now it’s time to get mine.
But I’m still thinking.
The monsters in this world don’t kill for no reason, and which rule am I violating?
Is that a chat with a peddler and a rejection of his cinnamon powder?
Or did you see the Rose House?
My hand leans on my side, one second before the sword falls, and I’m going to leave some clues for the brothers.
But the sword didn’t fall.
Almost between the mustaches, the vines are dead, the fog is gone.
She was crying and standing in the alley far away.
She didn’t have time for me, and I picked up my sword and dragged her head to the temple.
We all heard it.
It’s coming near us.
We ran back to the room.
I threw a little wound medicine to my sister, told her to wrap herself up, then hid under the back window and opened a gap.
Our room is on the street, looking down through this window and seeing some of the streets.
I want to know what the sound was.
This fog is dangerous, and it must be something worse than it.
Around the corner, there’s a red one.
It’s coming.
It’s a welcoming team.
The first bridegroom rides high-headed horses, wears velvet flowers, has cheeks full of garters, and has empty eyes.
A paper man without eyes.
Behind him was an eight-lifting car, the bride was barefoot and the end was sitting in it.
The wind lifted up a part of the curtain and revealed a small white neck.
The red thread struck her and sewd her head to the torso.
The palanquin was a little bumpy, and the wire broke.
The bride’s head came out of the palanquin and stayed in the middle of the road.
Her face was covered with a piece of purple body, and her face remained in a state of panic before her death, while her mouth was cut open and deliberately radicalized.
I’ve seen her.
She was in the room next to us yesterday.
The missing sister of the twin.
At the moment, she turned her eyes stiff and looked at the peeping man who was hiding on the second floor.
Her smile got deeper.
And from behind my back is a layer of sweat.
The palanquin stopped in front of our building.
The paper is all up, empty eyes look at where I am.
My body was nailed to the ground and I couldn’t move an inch.
The windows are full of frosts and cold into the bone marrow.
I bit my teeth tight and I couldn’t stop chattering.
It’s not right.
Yesterday, when we checked in, the chick said that the next day, tomorrow.
Why did the team pick up today?
In the light of the experience we have already learned, it is possible to get out of here as long as the truth about every world is found.
But what is the truth of this world?
And We made the gods to remember that which is in front of the door.
On a wooden card, the red print contradicts ink, as if it represented two different camps.
According to what was confirmed last night, it is safe for a woman in white to eat, and dangerous for a woman in red to eat.
I should believe in red handwriting.
So what’s the point of it?
His last word was “Ten.”
What does that mean?
There was an abrupt knock outside the door, interrupting my thinking.
I looked through the window, the wedding sedan was still downstairs and everyone was gone.
Knocking on the door was getting urgent.
The planks were soared, they split and could disperse at any time.
They called me sister. He said:
“Something’s wrong. Come out! I’m sorry.
His voice, we are familiar.
After all, he just heard about how his brother died.
I gave my sister a look, and she would like to ask outside:
“What happened?”
The teacher replied:
“There’s a fog in Fong Zhou, where there’s a monster that eats humans, and the rest of the brothers and sisters are captured and eaten! I watched them get eaten! I’m sorry.
My brother’s voice is afraid, with a crayon:
“There’s only three of us left in the world. Sister, I’m so scared. I’m sorry.
“What are you afraid of? “Don’t you feed people? I’m sorry.
It’s dead outside the door.
She looked up in the eyes with no confidence, pointed her finger outside the door and pointed her to the mouth.
I noded, and she buried herself like a quail.
The door was banging and the wood fell down.
The sister was scared to scream, and the monster ran over the door.
I heard her continuing the magic attack:
Rich! Democracy! Civilization! Harmony…”
In the middle of the day, there was a lot of fun.
Unlike their noise, I opened my mouth softly:
“Don’t be useless. You can’t break this door. I’m sorry.
I said:
“If you can get in, why do you have to lie to us at first? It’s only because we can be eaten by you if we step out of this room. I’m sorry.
“You’re not different from the nature of this room, or in a sense, you’re rivals. If we don’t accept the handmaiden’s food, we’ll be eaten in the room, if we step out of the room and meet you, you’ll be eaten. I’m sorry.
“Sir, you’ve become a puppet.” I’m sorry.
Sensei stopped moving.
He’s got a voice like a primitive beast:
“How do you know I ate them? I’m sorry.
I held my sword and walked to the door:
“We also received food from a red handmaiden last night. But I didn’t eat one night, I woke up in the morning and felt like I was hungry for a month. I grew up in a pile of dead people, but last night I was hungry, unlike normal, it seemed to control my consciousness. I’m sorry.
“I smell a seductive scent from those who eat food from a handmaiden in white. This scent leads me to the urge to eat people. I’m sorry.
“I put up with it. And you didn’t. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“Sir, patience is the most useless thing in the world. You might as well stay in this world like me. Instead of being a puppet, it’s a deal. I’m sorry.
I asked him:
What did you get from it? I’m sorry.
I’m so madly laughing:
“Why do you think you have three meals a day? That’s feeding you. Feed the dead, feed the seeds inside you. You’ll be too old for this. Do you know how old you are?”
“Eats, live forever. I’m sorry.
I opened the door.
He sat on the floor, his hair was messy, his eyes were red and his clothes were humid in blood.
He obviously didn’t think I’d go out, a little bit of work, and I put a sword in the back door.
Master always said I was his favorite piece.
I am quick, heavy-handed, do whatever I can to achieve my goals and even expose my most vulnerable to the enemy.
I was never afraid of death, but I was afraid that I would not die with one another before it.
For a moment, my sword had pierced one of his eyes.
His eyes are bleeding.
He jumped like a thunderbolt, hollering, and showed me his claws.
Sensei… is no different from the monster.
His nails were long and sharp, and he had left behind the rest of his food, and he was much faster than my sword, and he grabbed my hair and hit my head on the ground.
A moment before I landed, I turned my back and cut off the hair he grabbed.
But he also grabbed my shoulder pelvis, and once he pushed, a big skin was ripped off with flesh.
I almost fainted.
My brother has gruesomely shoved my flesh into his mouth, showing satisfaction in his face.
“You don’t want to live forever. Why don’t you give me this chance? I’m sorry.
He looked at me and salved all over the place.
“What difference does it make for you to be yourself? You’re all too old for me. I’m sorry.
I struggled to stand up and raise my sword again.
I’ve changed places with him.
He turned his back to the door and could not see the door behind him opening a gap.
“Really? I laughed, “But in my eyes you are nothing but a piece of rotting flesh. I’m sorry.
I pointed to the door stitches behind him:
“Look, what is that? I’m sorry.
He’s coming back.
A hand was reached in the door and a column wrapped in paper was inserted into the mouth of the teacher.
Sister, jump!
I grabbed the rail, jumped, jumped on the first floor of the grass, and threw a roll.
There’s an explosion upstairs. A stinking piece of meat is raining. I can’t hear any sound in my ears, and the constant buzz is taking over my consciousness.
“Did it work? I’m sorry.
I threw up on the floor, and I saw my sister with her ears covered and running to me.
Her mouth seems to be saying:
“We did it! I’m sorry.
I fell in her arms and briefly lost my mind.
During the confrontation with the teacher in the house, she told me that she could make something called a bomb.
It was a thousand years later, a weapon of mass destruction that belonged to their era.
I had an accident.
In the history books of more than a hundred years of indoctrination, there is no shortage of time and air travelers like my sister.
The ancients, and the passers-by, will only recite the hymns and the mediocre winds, and will not be able to turn over the waves.
A woman like my sister, who is physically capable of weapons and who has not dragged me in this world, is completely different from the one written in ancient history.
I promised my sister to try.
I’m going to get the attention of the monster outside the door, and I’m going to hold her off.
When she finished making the bomb, I followed her instructions and ran as far as I could.
For the first time in my life, I entrusted my life to others.
It feels very new.
I only fainted a little, and when I woke up, my sister cried.
She held me in her arms:
“Ooh, little sister, I thought you were dead…”
I’m:
My hearing has largely recovered, and there is still some ringing, but no harm done.
I just wanted to talk, and the second floor sounded like a strange sound.
That’s an incredible sound.
It’s like a bunch of bubbles coming out of the mud, or a sprouts of decay.
On the second floor, there was a shadow and he got up again.
He’s got us up high, with the wrong eyes and mouth and only one ear.
One arm fell down and two hands were born on the other shoulder.
His lips collide and humming like insect wings:
“Sister, I told you. I’m sorry.
“I’ve earned a lifetime. I’m sorry.
The monster is coming to us.
I raised my sword in front of my sister.
And when it struck, We heard it.
That sound was so close that it blew up in my ear.
The monster was scared and even I was unconscious.
Behind us, the bride phoenix, Seo-su came.
She was wearing red embroidery shoes, a little twirling in her skirt, a ring ring, and a smooth line of skin.
There was no suture on the neck.
I was crushed by an invisible force that couldn’t even move my finger.
She can only stand by and see her hand up and go straight into the monster’s chest, taking out a beating heart.
She squeezed, her heart turned to blood, and she was integrated into the dirt.
The monster started to burn.
The fire is strange, and the monsters cry and cry in the fire, rolling and struggling on the ground, to no avail.
He finally became a piece of land.
On earth, a flower blooms.
This is the most beautiful flower I’ve ever seen in my life.
The bride exclaimed.
She said:
“There is no immortality in the world. He knows only that you are his flesh, but he knows not that you are his flesh.” I’m sorry.
She turned to me:
Do you know who it is? I’m sorry.
I can’t move, I can’t speak.
The bride doesn’t need my answer. She bends over and puts an invitation at my feet.
She said:
“Come to the light market after dark. I’m sorry.
The sound of the poaching is moving away.
The power that binds us is gone, the sister is lying on the ground, and I lean down to pick up the invitation.
It says the bride’s name.
Her name is Luo Yu.
She looked heavy and couldn’t lie down and asked me what happened.
Luo Yuen.
It’s the princess’s maiden name.
But the princess died a year ago.
Twilight four.
Today’s night is very early.
Sister asks 108 times:
“Do we have to go? Didn’t you write on the card? Can’t you go to the light? I’m sorry.
I wiped the sword and tied it to the waist.
“Tonight’s light fair should be our only chance to know the truth. When the truth is known, the door opens, we can escape the world. I’m sorry.
“Why trust that ghost? I don’t think she’s any good. I’m sorry.
“The Rousseau House, the fog we meet in the street, the flowers in the fog, and the monster like Shigeko, are scared when they hear the sound of a whizz, which means they’re not in the same group. Whether or not the ghost is well or not, the moment when the conflict is raging is when we are closest to the truth. I’m sorry.
I asked her:
“Don’t you want to go out?”
I obviously moved her.
She bit her teeth, and she nodded her head:
“Want to get out! I’m sorry.
She added:
“If I can, I’d like to show you my world. There are no monsters, there is no war, the people are rich and well-off, and every day they open their eyes to what they eat today, not how they live today. I’m sorry.
I tried to make her laugh and comfort her:
“If there’s a chance, I’ll go with you. I’m sorry.
Even though we don’t know if we can get out of this endless hell alive.
I made a deal with my sister. I put a red rope on my wrist to make it easier to distinguish.
I’ve seen her the same, she told me she’s seen me the same.
Last night, she woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and heard noises outside the window.
She stomped her hands, opened her window, saw a machete drag her into the next room.
I wrinkled my head:
“So you never doubted me? I’m sorry.
Madam, you’re right.
“No doubt! You’re using a sword, not a machete! I’m sorry.
“…”
She came in curiously:
“You never doubted me? I’m sorry.
“…no. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“Because monsters don’t know the truth. I’m sorry.
The streets of the night are even richer than the day.
Streets and alleys, cars like water, horses like dragons.
Just everyone on the street wears a strange mask.
The two of us are inconvenient.
A carriage stopped in front of us, and the handmaiden was wearing a silk-weeded husk and a sun mask.
Half black, half white.
Half crying, half smiling.
She gave us a blessing and gave us two masks.
“Miss asked me to give this to the two guests. Full moon night, hundred ghost nights. It’s best not to let people see their real faces. I’m sorry.
We did. Thank you. The maid said:
“Throwing along Long Street, where the flames are highest, is the river god’s sacrifice. I’m sorry.
All the oil-paper umbrellas on the side of the road had turned white, and only the umbrellas at the entrance to the palace had been red-eyed.
Look out, straight at the end of the street, where the lights are the biggest.
The beast that has been waiting for a long time is awakened.
The deeper you go, the more luxurious.
People swung their shoulders and were excited to squeeze towards the river.
There were ten small boats on the river, each carrying a woman in a wedding dress.
They were covered in red covers, they remained still and lay flat on the boat.
Hands folded, placed in the abdomen, and looked very peaceful.
The witch who presided over the sacrifice stood above the stage and sang old and mysterious songs.
After the ceremony, he spilled a blood on the crowd.
The crowd is boiling.
And they will raise their arms, and they will cry in their mouths, but they will live.
They’re calling for immortality.
I looked at her and did it.
The wizard lifts his hand and presses down.
He cleared his voice:
“The God of the River sacrifice, every three years, we shall offer ten young girls to pray for the coming year.” I’m sorry.
“and pray to the Lord of Rivers to bring more of them to us. I’m sorry.
I got a bang in my head.
I think I get it.
More too old meat, isn’t that what we’re talking about?
As for the oil-paper umbrella in front of the house, it’s actually a container that fertilizes us.
When the umbrella is filled with human blood, it becomes red.
Every three years on the night of the river god’s sacrifice, the blood of the umbrella is extracted and the umbrella becomes white again.
The umbrella was still red, because no one had taken the blood.
So the medal tells me there’s no red oil umbrella in town.
Because they’re, by their very nature, always disgruntled white oil-paper umbrellas.
Like hearts.
It will never be satisfied.
The fireworks bloom over the sky and the crowd rises and greets the blessings of God.
I’d like to remind her to be careful that she didn’t hit my wounded shoulderbone.
I ate my head down, my mask loosed and fell on the floor.
I was in a hurry to pick it up and accidentally found that my sister was standing next to me without a red rope.
She looked at me with indifference.
The eyes under the mask are made of paper.
The inhabitants of the neighbourhood did not know when to stop looking at the smoke.
They were still in the position of looking up at the fireworks, but turned their heads 180 degrees and looked over me.
Their voices are all the same, squeezing from all sides and flooding me.
“Is it too old?”
“Why is there still too old meat here? I’m sorry.
“There’s another too old meat here. I’m sorry.
The face of the mask is very varied, and the greed of the mask is the same.
People reached out to me and tried to grab my food.
Even though I fought hard, I could not defeat so many.
My sword was kicked into the river with one foot, and the cold flashed, and the water fell forever.
I was also bruised on the ground with their hands and feet.
Sister is gone.
I don’t know where she went.
I’m glad she’s not with me, or she’ll end up with me.
The wizard took out the knife and gave birth to a big piece of meat from my arm.
I’m in pain so I can take a breath and bite my teeth so I don’t faint.
The eyes of a wizard, the eyes of a normal man, glistening with excitement.
He said, “Send this fresh meat to the Messenger of the Great, the River God,
The owner of the Rose House.
There’s another figure on the high stage.
I’m holding my breath.
The owner of the Roth House is the man we’ve fallen into hell to save.
When His Highness the Prince.
The wizard kneels with fear and offers my flesh and blood.
The prince was about to take it, and all the ten young girls on board were sitting.
There was a riot in the crowd, where they kneeled on their own feet and bowed at the boat.
When the mask breaks, red blood flows in the forehead, and they do not dare to stop.
They say the river god is coming.
The Prince had to put the bowl down, tumble his clothes and kneel to the river.
The lights of the river are like sparks of fire, and under the river, the sound of the sound is ringing.
There was a beautiful voice of a woman, as if there was a shallow fog on the river, surrounded by everyone, as if she were crying.
“The 2nd year of writing, August 15th. I’m sorry.
“Royal Fowl, scrutinised and humbled.” Kronkrow, Twilight and Pure. It’s sealed as a princess. I’m sorry.
The Prince had a ghost look on his face.
He couldn’t watch his own manners, crawling around the top, staring at a calm river.
Women’s voices continue:
“Five years of writing, 15th of July, Luo’s death. I’m sorry.
“The Loi clan, sexual depravity and greed.” The enemy is the enemy. Full of doors, no survivors. I’m sorry.
She suddenly raised the volume, and the water strutted the layers of the gill:
“Your Highness!”
“We, the Romans, have always worked hard. Since the day I got married to you, how many dirty things did Rocco do for you? But what did you do to us? I’m going to kill them, we’re going to get rid of them, even the children in my belly? Do you dream about our people at midnight? They’re all in hell, waiting for you! I’m sorry.
The Prince was lying on the high stage and shouting at the river’s heals:
“Shut up! I’m sorry.
“Shut up? “You were born an incompetent coward! I’m sorry.
“You have no talent, no respect for the Emperor, and therefore have drawn us together, full of your wings.” I’m sorry.
“As your strength grows stronger, you find yourself ill, very sick, dying.” You begin to fear death and to live forever. I’m sorry.
“It is you who bring the people of the city into the water, and bring them into this nightmare, and absorb their lives as a supplement to your life. I’m sorry.
“And even in your dreams, you have to pray for the protection of the river god with the life of innocent young girls. I’m sorry.
“Eternal life? You think so!”
The Prince told people to throw stones in the water.
He said he wanted to level the river, but nobody dared to move.
So he threw into the river all that was around him with his hands and feet.
The Wizard was nearer, kicked by the Prince and “pubbled” into the river.
A layer of blood has surfaced.
The Princess is laughing.
“I am the god of the river whom you worship every three years, and it is thanks to such devout believers as you that I am stronger.” I’m sorry.
“Do you think I’m still afraid of you? I’m sorry.
“Will I kneel before you, as I have done before, and please spare the family?” I’m sorry.
Big earthquakes, rivers boiling.
No man can bear the wrath of the God of the River.
The tower collapsed, the prince fell into the water and the people fled.
In exchange for the lives of others, they are warriors.
They are cowards when it comes to bearing the consequences of the killings.
No exceptions.
I stood up on the ground and saw my sister waving at me.
On her right wrist, wearing red rope.
Sister, here! I’m sorry.
Behind her is an old stone door.
There’s a way out behind the door.
I ran all over my body to my sister.
The world is crumbling and she’s crying and laughing.
She asked me:
I don’t know your name yet. I’m sorry.
“Southwind. I’m sorry.
I put blood on my arm and wrote it to her in my hand.
“The south wind knows what I want, because master thinks I’m his best student, so…”
My hands suddenly stopped.
My heart is a red word.
We’re cold, we don’t say hello, let alone name.
There are only two people in the world who scream.
One is Master, and the other is my brother, West County.
When we first dreamt, we agreed to go out together.
Now, he probably won’t get out.
I kept the word “ten” in my hand.
My arms are bleeding and my eyes are starting to black. I have to get out of here.
Once out, it will heal all the serious injuries.
The sister said the last thing she wanted to do was to make an agreement with me about a code called the Morse Code in their world.
Kneel with your finger, three, three, three, three, one, one, one.
It’s dangerous.
She’s laughing, and I’m embarrassed to scratch her head:
“But since the Prince brought you into this dream, he’s probably dead. I’m sorry.
She said:
“Then wish us a happy new life!” I’m sorry.
She ripped off the red rope and left it in this collapsed world, carrying me into the stone.
With all the pain, it’s over.
I think I had a long, long dream.
At the end of the dream, I heard a gentle call for my name.
South Wind? South Wind?
There’s a pattern, a constant “drop” sound.
I opened my heavy eyelids.
The world is white.
I’m wearing a blue and white suit with fresh flowers from the morning.
And a gentle, understanding sister sitting by my bed.
“Southwind? Are you awake?”
My head hurts like it’s going to crack, but my hands are connected to various instruments and pumps, and I lift my hand and my sister presses it.
“Don’t move. You just finished your surgery. I’m sorry.
“The Hand”?
“Well, the tumors in your head are off, the surgery is successful, and you’re never gonna have any more of that crazy delusions, and you’re gonna hear all that crap again. I’m sorry.
Is it a hallucination?
My shoulder cheekbones and my arms seem to be in hiding.
The images in the dream are still in sight and are so true.
Is it really just a dream?
I looked down.
The doctor came to check the room, and the woman in charge was wearing a white coat with her hair covered in ponytails and placed in the back of her head.
She took the medical records and went to my bed.
“The south wind is awake? How do you feel?”
I saw her finger down on the medical records.
Three short. Three long. Three shorts.
We’re still in the maze.
(concluded)
Case number: YXX18ggK8g1F555nmk2CdlwA
I just want to work as a girl.
Ten ends, wait.
x
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
