Mad owl

here……

The canyons are vertical and horizontal, and the rivers and lakes are shining.

Spectacular and beautiful!

Dahongping, Guanmen River, Jiadao River, Yema River, the four majestic canyons; Yinyu, Yandu, Xiangxi, Dajiu, the four major rivers and lakes are beautiful.

here……

The caves are densely covered with uncanny workmanship.

Magical and magnificent!

The swallow cave where thousands of swallows live, the cold and hot cave that is sometimes cold and hot, the ice cave that is frozen in midsummer, the tide cave where there are three tides a day, and the money fish cave where fish come out of thunder, are amazing and lingering.

Here, there are flowing springs and waterfalls, and the Buddha's light in the sea of ​​clouds; here, species are flourishing, green seas and blue waves; here, there is vitality and beauty in all seasons.

here……

It is the only well-preserved 'oasis' in China and the only 'green treasure land' in the middle latitudes of the world; it is the most distinctive monopoly world-class tourism resource, with countless rare animals and rare species; it is worthy of its name "Species Gene Bank", "Natural Zoo" and "Green Treasure House".

The 'strange' here, the 'beauty' here, the mystery here, there are too many incredible and unsolved mysteries here!

This is one of the world's top ten secret places.

This is the roof of Central China! !

here……

It is Shennongjia! !

A magical kingdom of creatures, a mysterious fairyland, and a holy land in the eyes of the world.

In its ancient enigmatic mountains and forests, ancient enigmatic legends are accumulated.

The unique charm of Shennongjia is like a bottle of old wine, which is fragrant and intoxicating, making people yearn for it.

Speaking of Shennongjia, people are moved by its strangeness and beauty, and fascinated by its...fascination...

"Savages", albino animals, rare birds and animals, exotic flowers and plants, strange caves and caves all cast a veil of mystery on Shennongjia.

People are intoxicated and obsessed with the endless charm and ancient charm of Shennongjia; they are confused and in awe of Shennongjia's strange species and magical secrets.

He wanted to explore the mysteries and decipher the codes, but he tried again and again, and finally found nothing. Instead, he invisibly aggravated his mystery and weirdness.

Yinyu River!

The most magical and strange place in Shennongjia, here is the gathering place of strange species; here is the edge of the miracle of the world; here is the sad place where many zoologists are lost; here is the burial place of countless explorers .

Here, the vegetation is luxuriant, covering the sky and the sun, and it is difficult for sunlight to penetrate all year round. It is drowsy and misty. Only a few rays of spiritual light enter this magical country through the gaps in the branches, like beams of light falling from the sky, gorgeous and magical.

There are white golden monkeys, white giant bears, white muntjac deer, white lone wolves, white wild doves, and white giant vultures. scientific explanation.

There are coffin beasts, unicorns, donkey-headed wolves that are not in the world's species atlas, and the "savages" of the world's four unsolved mysteries!

Compared with the overall magic of Shennongjia, the mysterious land of Yinyu River is more like the real "Shan Hai Jing", with countless magical animals, full of miracles and inconceivable.

In 1986, according to historical records, three giant water monsters appeared in the deep water pool, with gray skin, ugly toad-like heads, two round eyes comparable to a large bowl, and a mouth that was more than 1 meter long when opened. Two forelimbs had five toes. A few feet high water column was sprayed from the mouth.It shocked the world with shocking gazes, and attracted hundreds of famous explorers, but... those who came in... never went out again...

In the middle of the Yinyu River, the vegetation in the forbidden area that humans cannot set foot in is so luxuriant that it surpasses the Heizhugou.

The ancient trees are towering, as huge as a house, and thousands of thick branches hang down like new trees.The fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground are piled up, some places are two meters deep, soft like a swamp, and it is impossible to walk on it. The gloomy forbidden land on earth brings a little life.

But if you look carefully, you can see that the pale hair, blood-red eyes, sharp claws, and weird nirvana are terrible species from hell. These species that bring "vitality" finally aggravate the gloom and terror of the Yinyu River.

however……

It is in such an environment that some houses are scattered scattered, some live together in groups of three or four, some lean against the roots of the giant tree alone, and some are connected into a long curved line, like a A village, an ancient village.

In the dense forest area of ​​Yinyu River where thousands of branches hang down, it is looming, quietly existing in the dark and green environment.

It's just... no smoke, no sound, no footprints, no shadows.

The wooden house is dilapidated, rotten, or collapsed into a pile of rotten wood, or buried in withered grass, or penetrated by new trees, or become the nest of some animals.

A desolation, a gloomy desolation; a silence, deathly silence.

It's... long deserted... swallowed by new and old trees, buried by overgrown moss.

"……Mother……"

In the secluded dense forest, there was a murmur, a whisper, a trembling, a voice as immature as a baby floating and spreading.

In the dark and dense forest, in front of the collapsed thatched hut, a large, broken plank lay quietly among the dead leaves and moss. There was a trace of a human figure carved with branches on the plank.

It looks like a child's graffiti on the screen, crooked and blurry, and it can be vaguely seen as the outline of a woman.

In the arms of the woman's silhouette, a child is curled up, sleeping quietly.

Women are traces drawn by branches, but children are real... people! ! !

With an immature face, a sweet smile, fair skin, and a petite figure, he is a lovely child, carved in jade, immature and delicate.

Make people feel compassion and love.

but……

In the barren environment and in front of the dilapidated houses, he used branches to outline his mother's outline, lying quietly in the arms of "mother", sleeping and missing, exhausting his energy to find the care and lost maternal love.

Such a picture, how heart-shattering, how sad and heartbreaking.

He was whispering softly and trembling slightly.

The curled up petite body is so helpless, so pitiful, so...painful...

"……Mother……"

Her lips moved, her body trembled, her smile was sweet, serene and warm, as if she had found the feeling she wanted, as if she had received her mother's care, as if she was really lying in her mother's arms.

It can be seen that the sleeping child is very happy and satisfied.

But... This situation, this smile, this satisfaction, should make people happy, or should make people heartbroken.

Pure child, has the mother in heaven turned her face away and quietly wiped her tears? Do you want to return to the world again, replace this crooked outline, and really hug your child.

suddenly……

"...Mom...Yaya...is back..."

A hoarse and childish call sounded, and a teardrop slid down his cheek.

The child was still smiling and sleeping soundly, but the subtle calls were filled with longing, and the falling tears swayed with heartbroken pain.

"... Yaya... went home..."

"...Mom...hug..."

"……Mother……"

"……hug……"

"……Mother……"

The voice is immature, repeated over and over again in the murmur, with subtle tremors and hoarseness; the voice is helpless, with endless pain and longing, as if longing for a more real embrace, longing for the mother's love kiss.

But... everything is nothingness, all fantasy, he can only pursue his childhood memories in his sleep.

Mother's smile is so sweet and warm; mother's embrace is so warm and comfortable.

His mother's voice, his mother's smile, his mother's embrace, the grasshoppers his mother wove, and the little clothes his mother sewed are all the best memories in his memory and the most longed-for dreams.

Maybe... that's enough...

"Mom", "I'm back", and "Hug" are his truest wishes and deepest desires.

however……

When he recalls more pictures, looks for more happiness, explores the boundless darkness behind his mother, and approaches the deepest level of memory with a smile and joy, when the closed door of memory is completely opened... …

The child's body trembled violently.

All longing, all happiness, all warmth, all everything collapsed in an instant.

The world... a piece of darkness, a piece of sin.

That was the scariest picture, the cruelest situation, and the scariest nightmare in his life and memory.

"……Mother……"

"……Mother……"

Yaya's smile slowly faded, replaced by fear, paleness, and despair.The petite body curled up vigorously and visibly trembled because of fear, pain, and helplessness.

Yaya wants to wake up, run away, close the open door, and find her mother's embrace, but the images deep in her memory emerge uncontrollably, bit by bit, like an invisible big hand , holding him tightly, pulling towards the boundless darkness, pressing towards the picture that he least wants to touch.

Yaya begged and struggled, but finally...

Returning to that dream, sinking... sinking...

Because of the entanglement of illness and the backlash of evil deeds, the happiness and beauty of the tribe were replaced by gloom. Without laughter, care and family affection, the increasingly thin people hid and prayed in their homes to eliminate their almighty gods. Can save this group of humble creatures, can wake them up from the nightmare of illness and pain.

However... praying again and again... disappointment again and again... they couldn't control the spread of the disease, and couldn't stop the backlash of evil deeds. They sank in pain, fell silent in pleading, digested into disappointment, and disappointment turned into despair.

The women were afraid, the children were afraid, their strong men, their fathers, pale with pain and scarlet eyes, like the white animals around them.

The evil attack practiced for a long time did not save them. They were once strong and weakened a little bit, and the nightmare they least wanted to happen finally came.

Dim, enveloped the entire tribe! !

Later, the 'Evil Messenger' appeared and offered a life-saving 'elixir recipe'.

When the men saw Xiao, they endured the pain, struggled and climbed, and walked out of the wooden house one by one. They greeted the envoy's "blessing" with piety and respect, and exchanged their blood and lives for the poor "warmth".

In the dark night, the "Evil Messenger" carefully spread the grace, and got a lot of cheers and prayers.

However... what they don't know is that the so-called 'elixir' is actually corrupting their minds and demonizing their sanity.

This is the real nightmare! !

All this...the women don't know...the children don't know...they are happy that the tribe is alive again.

until……

Big cauldrons were set up in front of the tribe, and firewood was piled up under the cauldron. The skinny men with pale skin, blood-red eyes screamed and jumped around the boiling cauldron, facing each other. The raging fire cheered and cried.

until……

Crazy and ferocious, they extended their claws to the women and children at home.

until……

Their beloved wives and children were tied up and became sacrifices to evil gods.

until……

A mournful howl came from the boiling cauldron, and the rich meaty aroma echoed in the gloomy jungle.

The men danced heartily around the boiling cauldron, cheered and howled hoarsely, grasped the steaming limbs, the bodies of their wives and children, gnawed and robbed frantically, and bowed devoutly to their "messenger of the gods".

The women begged, the children cried, they struggled, they kowtowed, they abandoned their humble dignity to wake up their husbands and fathers.But...it's too late...everything is too late...

The once happy village has become a horrible hell, full of wailing and the smell of meat.

Later, when night fell, it was like the sky closed its eyes, unwilling to see this miserable human tragedy. The fire was raging and the smell of meat was strong. The men continued to gnaw and burn the fire, like ghosts crawling out of hell , biting their dearest and most loved ones.

The women continued to struggle and cry, like animals waiting to be slaughtered, but they couldn't wake up their husbands at all, and couldn't get the slightest mercy.

Later, the thunder and the torrential rain, like the cry and tears of the sky, wanted to stop this human tragedy, wake up the fallen tribal men, and want to extinguish the evil flame.

but……

Crying and cheering, dancing and struggling, sharp contradictions and contrasts, like a sharp knife, carved in the time and space of memory.

"Don't... Dad... don't..."

"...Yaya...not tasty..."

"...Dad... Yaya... doesn't taste good..."

The immature child was crying, begging, trembling in his sleep, his two little hands tightly hugging his body.

In the nightmare, he seemed to revisit the situation where his mother and sister were thrown into boiling water and eaten by his father and his tribe. He was only four years old that year.Mother's crying, sister's screaming, clansmen's grinning, scrambling to share food, are all deeply embedded in the blank brain.

In the nightmare, he was being beaten and torn by his father, and he was walking towards the boiling cauldron little by little. At the moment he was lifted high, he could vaguely see that his mother's already cooked head was in the boiling water. Writhing, the little hand that my sister had touched her was being fished out by a clansman.

The hellish situation deeply stimulated his consciousness.

Intense fear, resentment and despair pierced his soul like billions of steel needles.

That year, he was four years old! ! !He is only four years old! !

How can an immature mind bear this kind of human tragedy, and how can a fragile soul resist strong fear and resentment.

He is afraid! !Fear!

Afraid to recall the heart-piercing cries and prayers of my mother and sister, afraid to recall the tattered corpses in the boiling water, afraid to recall the hideousness and madness of my father and relatives, afraid to recall that Disgusting and strongly meaty.

He hates it!He hates it!

I hate the insanity of the people, the viciousness and heartlessness of my father, the hatefulness and darkness of the sky, the big hand that raised me high, the unstoppable albino and bloody eyes, and the evil messenger who suddenly appeared , the incarnation of that devil! !

"Don't! Don't!! Don't!!" Yaya murmured tremblingly, hugged herself tightly, and curled up her body forcefully.

Unknowingly, Yaya knelt up from her 'mother's arms', her head was deeply clasped with dead wood, her eyes were tightly closed, and tears flowed silently.

Like begging, like praying, like fear, he is facing the dilapidated village and the ruins of crime ahead.

In his sleep, he sinks, he fears, he struggles, escapes, wants to wake up, but is firmly grasped by that invisible big hand, and pulls hard to the deepest part.

Over and over again, revisiting the nightmare, experiencing despair and pain.The sky seemed to torture him intentionally, making him sink into nightmares again and again.

For many years, he has never dared to set foot in this nightmare tribe, and he has never dared to try to recall the deepest fear.In the past, every time it was a slight touch, and occasionally uncovered, it was already painful, and I never dared to really open it.

Now that he is back, he just wants to find the "mother's warmth" that is gradually disappearing, to find the beauty and affection, and to digest the pain and resentment in his memory.

I thought I could do it now, but I didn't expect... When I completely opened the door of memory, when I completely opened my soul, the 'nightmare' really came, it came so abruptly and so intensely that it almost killed him. Devour and tear up!

"don't want!!"

Yaya's tightly closed eyes no longer flowed tears, but... blood! ! !

Two bloodstains slid down the pale cheeks, shocking! !

Because of fear, despair, and helplessness, Yaya's face twisted.

The small body trembled uncontrollably, and it became more and more violent; both hands tightly grasped the delicate shoulders, and the sharp fingertips dug deeply into the flesh, and the blood spilled out silently, across the tender skin.

Father's ferocious smile appeared in front of him, mother's head appeared in front of him, sister's limbs appeared in front of him, and all the images of fear appeared again and again before his eyes.

Yaya shook his head vigorously, begging bitterly, trembling in fear.

He is the "ghost" of the world, the "door god" of Tianmen, and the quasi-emperor of the current world. He should be the embodiment of viciousness and terror, but now... at this moment... returning to his hometown... but sinking in a nightmare, Pain in despair.

Childish voice, crying and howling, petite body, pale face, helpless trembling, filled with heartbreaking helplessness and despair.

He wants to wake up, wants to wake up, but... sinks... sinks...