"I want to eat rabbits."

"Okay, just buy it."

Although Qin Yuelou has the romance of a fairy, it is not easy for Tang Sanzan.

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Tang Sanzan in disguise packed his bags and was about to go out, but the scriptures in his arms fell lightly. After falling on the ground, there was no wind and the pages turned automatically and continuously.

The sound of clattering is endless, and the voices that are out of tune seem to be trying their best to piece together sentences, but these sentences are confused, there are no sentences that can be understood, men and women are chanting in low voices, and they are constantly flipping out from the book. .

And the words and sentences in it also began to be reorganized in the chaos, and the words and sentences were constantly reorganized, as if they were kneeling to welcome something, and they were also constantly calling for something during the reorganization.

Not long after, on the cover of the scriptures appeared distorted handwriting that resembled a worm-like distorted body—"Galan Tales".

It turned the pages of the book by itself, and the content of the scriptures in the past has also been transformed into a story that seems to be in Zhanghui style. The story presented on the first page is called "Dragon Flood God Slough".

Tang Sanzan just glanced at it, then closed "Galan Different Tales", stuffed it back into his arms, opened the door, and was about to leave, but there was always a voice in his heart reminding him to finish reading the story , be sure to read it.

This is more serious than itching, as if it is an indispensable and necessary thing, just like a fish cannot leave the water.

Just opened the door, before Tang Sanzan left, he was sweating profusely in the resistance deep in his heart.

He thought that even a lost traveler in the desert would not have such a haggard description. His skinny body seemed to have no moisture at all, as if he could be crushed into a dry powder with just a light pinch.

Everything in the eyes is changing, shadows stand up from the ground, beating gongs and drums and singing unknown songs.

The trees in the yard are swinging willows in the wind, and their flowers are blooming, just like dancers twisting their bodies at a banquet, and twisted like a whirlpool into an angle even more perverse than a twist.

Twist, loosen, twist, loosen...

There is an unwritten sentence in the movement of each layer, and only the tone can be heard, and then the onomatopoeia is used to guess the meaning.

It's like a human voice, and it's like the sound of a musical instrument, but I can't tell what kind of musical instrument can make such a strange human-like sound.

"kangroouuu...anaaaaaa...dadada..."

Tang Sanzan just covered his head, and the door also had sticky flesh and blood. This kind of sticking was like a stunted lychee. The mere connection with the lychee shell, even if it was forcibly torn apart, there would still be a part of it. The pulp is sticky with the shell.

Then, balls of white water were secreted from the flesh and blood, exuding an odorless, fragrance-free warm smell, and he didn't know why he could feel the concept of warmth from the taste, as if his senses had been confused .

In the end, the tough confrontation resulted in an unwilling compromise. When his mind was like this, the "Galan Tales" also appeared in his hands,

Unable to bear it, he opened the book cover, and the pages of the book came to the first page. The whole book, like a giant mouth with a book shell, wantonly devoured some indescribable but real things in his body. substance.

But along with this swallowing, the uncomfortable feeling of suffering seemed to be swallowed up along with it.

The story of "Dragon Flood God Slough" is fluent but extremely cumbersome. The vivid rhetoric reveals a deep hidden but undetectable weirdness. The lips of the donkey are not right with the mouth of the horse, but they can be connected with some other dialogues, and some irrelevant descriptions often contain complicated and eloquent language.

But even if he stumbled and finished reading, Tang Sanzan could piece together a story about Chutang from it.

Yes, what this story tells is the story of the beginning of Datang.

At the beginning of Datang, there was a famous official named Wei Chen. This Wei Chen was the minister of Li Shiming, who was still considered a Mingjun at that time. One day, Li Shiming had a dream. After waking up from the dream, he was sweating profusely. He summoned Wei Chen and told Wei Chen in detail what he had seen and heard in the dream.

There is a saying that the eight rivers at the west end circle the long river first, and the eight rivers at the west end refer to the eight long rivers of Ba, Chan, Cu, Fu, Feng, Lao, Jing, and Wei.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, most of the residents on both sides of the eight rivers make a living by fishing and ferrying. Among them, the Jinghe River is the first neighbor, and there is also a strange folklore about the Jinghe River.

That is to say, there are countless dragons living in the eight waters. Whenever the heavy rain falls into the night, huge black shadows will appear in the water. The sound of water slapping on both sides of the bank even overwhelmed the rapid and intensive sound of the shower,

Sometimes the Bashui will stop flowing during the drought period, and some branches will also expose the dry riverbed, and there will also be a thick and indescribable rut on the riverbed, which the old people think is the trace of the dragon walking on the bottom of the water.

Li Shiming's dream is related to the eight waters, or in other words, it is related to the dragon in the eight waters.

In the dream, Li Shiming seemed to have left his physical body and went to the body of a fisherman living near the Jing River. The side of himself as an emperor was already blurred, but his side as a fisherman gradually became clear.

He clearly knows how to fish, and also knows how well the fisherman's water quality is, but what makes him feel strange is that there seems to be a strange statue enshrined in the fisherman's home.

This strange statue is about half the size of a human being, or in other words, has the body of a seven or eight-year-old child. However, judging from the proportions, it should be a fat human figure about three meters long, with all four limbs, but The head and neck can not be found, but the eyes, nostrils, and mouth can be found on this statue, but it is not sure whether it is its facial features,

The whole body of the statue has the texture of white clay, but it is dry, hard and smooth, like fired white porcelain, but it is also like layers of wax oil hills formed by the dripping and accumulation of wax oil after burning candles. It is strange that, This layer of "hills" seems... to be found from the river.

At that time, there was a severe drought, and the branch of the Jing River where the fishermen were located cut off the river bed, and in the river bed, they found balls of rag bags like leather or silk, which were slippery and radiant. The fishy smell is disgusting. The fishermen all say that it is the skin of the dragon in the river, and they can get shelter when they take it home.

Perhaps this is really the shedding of the skin, but as time goes by, the shedding of the skin gradually solidifies and dries hard until it becomes what it is now.

Until it was regarded as the dragon itself as an offering.

Although there is no severe drought nowadays, the fishermen are forced to make a living. After worshiping this statue, they step into the dark and deep rainy night wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats and carrying fishing nets.

The sound of the rain hitting everything was also overshadowed by the strange sound of the sudden water hitting the banks.

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Yin and Yang separate the boundary between morning and evening. At this moment, the world is like a quiet giant dressed in dark blue clothes, and the rain and wind blown the leaves of the mountains and forests are also twisting their postures, just like a famous man in blue clothes. Clothed people rooted in the soil and danced wildly.

There are no stars and moons, nor bright sun and white clouds, but there are only huge rain clouds hovering in the black sky above the head, and the rapid and violent rain falls from the rain clouds one after another.

It was like maggots shaking their plump white bodies out of the corpse named "Tian".

The maggot-like raindrops fell on the ground and fell into the water. Before they scattered into accumulated liquid, they still cracked in a calm and frantic manner, exploding a little water, and the Jing River was turbid and rushing with mud and sand. The rain fell into it like a The pustules that burst one by one squeezed out the yellow pus.

The thunder that rolled in the rain cloud also cast a purple-white light that the fisherman didn't know how to describe. In just a short moment, the shadows in the forest were like people singing and dancing in front of his eyes.

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

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

The fish here have eaten a lot of human flesh.

Before the Datang Dynasty was established, it was common to kill good men and take meritorious deeds, whether it was the soldiers of the Yang family or the soldiers of the Li family. Throw it into the muddy Jing River.

Corpses that fell into the Jing River, no matter how experienced the corpse hunters were, couldn't pick them up. The corpse hunters would just come up from the bottom of the water and shake their heads, saying the same thing.

[There are ruts on the bottom of the river. It may be that the River Dragon King took their bodies and led them to cross the Jing River into the Styx River to die. 】

But the fisherman was not too worried, after all he had worshiped the Dragon King Shenshui.

The skin sloughed off from the dragon will naturally have magical powers. This is the consensus of the fishermen on the banks of the Jing River. The slough of the dragon will give them the protection of the Dragon King in the dark.

And the benevolent Dragon King and his heirs shed the dragon slough in the year of severe drought to prevent them from starving to death.

Because... the dragon slough is edible.

As long as a small piece of dragon slough is soaked in water, it will regain its texture like a live fish.

It's just that these dragon sloughs have an unacceptable smell, even better than the fishy smell of ordinary fish. The meat is dry and like fine sand, dry and stagnant, but when you continue to chew, there will be an involuntary nausea The creamy feeling is as if the rich oil belonging to the dragon slough is squeezed out with continuous chewing, with a strong and strong fishy smell, greasy and smooth, even if it is a day and a night, no matter how much water you drink, No matter how many times you rinse your mouth, or even eat ginger and garlic, this greasy feeling is hard to dissipate in your mouth, as if the residual taste in your mouth is imprinted in your mouth.

It is like Avalokitesvara soil, which cannot be digested, but it can be digested. The reason why it is said to be like Avalokitesvara soil is because after eating, the stomach will be quickly filled with a heavy and slippery feeling. Feeling full, like eating indigestible Guanyin soil, this terrible feeling of fullness will last for more than a day and a night.

The fisherman has never eaten dragon slough because he has never experienced a severe drought.

He just kept worshiping the River Dragon King, staring at that pair of dragon sloughs, as if he himself had become the son of the dragon, worshiping the ancestors who have gone back for countless generations, until today.

The fisherman unplugged the gourd and took a sip of wine to warm his body. The torrential rain had been raining all night, and it only wanted to stop. It just fell on its own, entrenched in the sky, and contemptuously despised the whole world.

People under the sky, under the clouds, and under the rain are nothing but ants who cannot be smaller. They don't understand the sky, the clouds, or the rain, just like ants don't understand people.

The tributary of the Jing River is like a long and nimble hand, playing with the small fishing boat that cannot be grasped. In this river, the fisherman tried his best to control and resist, but in the rushing water, Was thrown into the river.

The river water mixed with silt poured into the mouth, and the water smelled very fishy. The fisherman struggled to float up and grabbed the edge of the boat, but the river water rushed against the boat, capsized the boat, and covered him.

He struggled desperately, trying to escape from the fate of being covered, but he keenly felt that something was swimming towards him.

That is not a kind of foresight, nor is it a sympathy in the blood, but an undercurrent at the bottom of the water.

It was as if something was driving the undercurrent and riding the undercurrent.

Following the beating of the undercurrent, he was knocked out of the range of the covered boat, but in the flustered water, he touched the skin of some kind of living thing.

The skin was smooth, but it didn't have the texture of fish scales. For some reason, he felt as if he had touched the skin of some kind of snake. It was cold, slippery, and unbearable, like some kind of leather.

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

The dreadful monotonous brownish-yellow has no reflection at all, and in the muddy river full of sand, it cannot be seen completely, but even if there is only a little bit of missing body, one can roughly infer what a colossal monster it is.

Even a thousand-year-old tree is just like a slender eight-year-old child in front of this body, and the "one spot" that is revealed like a leopard in the tube is the limbs and feet of that giant.

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

But it is lifeless, as if it is just a piece of clothing, a coat, but it is quite huge, rushing forward with the surge of the undercurrent, and I don't know where it will be rushed.

But that huge body is also slapping the riverside with the water flow, section by section, ring after section. Even in this turbid water, one can hear the huge splashing of the water. Voice.

"ku—ku—sera, ku—ku—sera, ku—ku—sera... kind, kind, kind..."

Sounds of prostration sounded from behind, countless dragons of different sizes, dragons like earthworms, swinging limbs and feet, sliding along the water flow, and during this sliding, stretched their limbs and feet to the back back.

The frenzied movements seem to be completely unafraid of pain. They may not feel pain, but they just cater to the sound of the rain, full of rhythm and ritual, clasping their backs and digging out criss-cross patterns. Cracks, washed by the currents,

The sticky skins were broken one by one, and those who bowed from the skin were...the dragons who had entered a new cycle of life in the midst of the slough.

The horrific sounds made by countless claws seemed to have unspeakable magical power, and the fisherman could only float in the water blankly as if possessed by a demon. These creatures, who could not see the whole picture clearly, performed the shedding ritual that he could not understand.

The backs of the dragons protruded slowly from the slough, like the rhythm of life, with indescribable magic power and indescribable fear.

They are like butterflies breaking out of their cocoons, but the fisherman doesn't know that they are living at the bottom of the Jing River... no, it should be "passing by".

They passed through the Jing River, leaving behind the dragon slough, but today they are so close to these ethnic groups.

It is just like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, the skins of these "dragons" fall into the river bed along the water flow, just like taking off a piece of clothing and throwing it away.

Different from the creatures that look like sloughs, they come out of the sloughs, and the transparent and soft body is in the shape of a cylinder. The cylindrical tentacles like ribbons are like dense body hair, swinging randomly in the water flow,

Their whole bodies faded from that layer of skin, and then straightened up, waving the body hair around them, and at that moment, they opened eyes that were the size of eggs. It was also at this moment, Faint fluorescent lights illuminated the muddy river bottom one after another, reflecting their overall appearance, and also left a huge shadow in the river water.

That is the shape of creatures that fishermen can't understand. They are like polyps, and they obviously have a material body, but it feels as if the body is only generally material, and the other half is something else that cannot be understood, with tentacles-like body hair Floating softly in the river, moving with the current, circles of sharp teeth seem to be opened from the skin, without opening and closing, are those dragons?

If those are flood dragons?So what is the Jiaolong in the picture scroll?

They didn't move either, but it was so strange that they were floating.

Floating... Floating?That should be flying, right?

They are as ethereal as clouds and fog, even without wings, even without fins, they are really like carp that have crossed the dragon gate,

Leaving the water, went to the sky.

Some "dragons" are tearing and biting their skins, while some polyps are floating up.

Those "Jiaolongs" who are tearing and biting their skins are all petite, juvenile-like "Jiaolongs" without exception.

But the fisherman knew that even the juvenile Jiaolong was half bigger than him.

Those "dragons" seemed to be full, repeating the appearance of floating up, no, it should be said to be flying.

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

Shenlong sees the head but doesn't see the end?Perhaps the real Shenlong is like this, and it is not certain.

They flew straight up, and what they left behind, the indescribable things, were left on the river bed.

The dragon slough can no longer be kept intact, what is left is these, the dragon slough with limbs, the gaps in sections, like the facial features on the slough, eyes, ears, mouth and nose, are automatically classified as facial features.

It turns out that this is the truth about the sloughs. For a long time, fishermen believed that the sloughs enshrined were descendants of dragons of different sizes, but they didn't know. They just arbitrarily determined that a part of those creatures were them. Overall.

When the fisherman finally broke free from this scene, he realized that his consciousness was going to be blurred, which was a sign of lack of oxygen. To get bigger...the "dragon" that has already shed its skin.

A pair of yellow egg-like eyeballs that almost protrude from the body of the creature, like half-round topaz inlaid, moist and shiny, without irises, pupils, and only a cloudy gem-like yellow color .

The skin is smooth but indescribably bloated, like pustules stretching and stretching to form this smooth body, the light silver skin emits an ominous shimmer in the water, jagged like The teeth are set round and round in a plane shape covering the whole body, and the shrill cry is like the sound of insects hiding in the grass.

Perhaps the top is its face, it is a face with no expression, but it can intuitively detect the malicious foreign body in it.

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

Maybe it's hungry?

This face, which contained a collection of hungry intentions, took a step closer to the fisherman, waved its body hair, and let out a cry that could only be combined into onomatopoeia with syllables. In the water, this inhuman voice Clearer.

Driven by indescribable fear, the fisherman luckily grabbed the broken oar and stabbed it into the living creature's mouth. He clearly felt that he was stabbed, but only the substance part of the transformation.

But in the face of this inhuman creature, the fisherman's attack was meaningless. The deformed creature shook its body, as if it was in pain, and wanted to throw the fisherman to the surface of the water. His hands tightly held the oars. , no matter how violently shake it is useless,

But the dragon in the water gradually recovered, and the fisherman was gradually pressed by this creature on the river bed and sank into the sand, and the oars were also dropped from his hands.

No way, he held his breath to the limit, a stick of incense?even longer?No matter how good his water skills are, there is a limit, but his will is urging him—kill it!If you don't kill it, you will die yourself!

Maybe he is facing the fear of the unknown, but if he thinks about it carefully, being able to be injured by the oars proves that such a powerful creature is now in a period of extreme weakness. Since he can even hurt it, then such an unknown Fear, what else is there to be afraid of?

He fumbled wildly on the river bed until he found a bone, grabbed the bone vigorously, and slammed it towards the creature's head, but it landed on the ring-mounted sharp teeth, just three or two times , the complete leg bones were bitten into jagged, sharp stubbles.

This is what he wants.

The broken bone was ruthlessly inserted into the protruding eyes the size of an egg.

The sharp and weird syllables resounded from the bottom of the water. It was a howl of pain, and it must be the howl of pain of this deformed monster!

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