Yin and Yang cut the boundary between morning and dusk. At this moment, the world is like a calm giant in dark blue clothes. The leaves of the mountain forest blown by the rain and wind are also twisting their bodies, just like a famous man in blue.
The man in clothes takes root in the soil and dances wildly.
There were no stars or moon, no clear sun and white clouds, only huge rain clouds lingering in the dark sky above, and rapid and violent rain falling from the rain clouds one after another.
It was like maggots shaking out from the corpse named "Tian" one after another with their plump white bodies.
The maggot-like raindrops fell on the ground and into the water. Before being scattered into the accumulated liquid, they still cracked wildly and calmly, exploding a little bit of water. The Jinghe River was turbid and rushing with silt. The rainwater falling into it was like
The pustules burst one by one, squeezing out the yellow pus.
The rolling thunder in the rain clouds also cast down a purple-white light that the fisherman didn't know how to describe. In just a short moment, the shadows in the mountains and forests seemed like people singing and dancing in front of his eyes.
The fisherman wiped the rain off his face and threw the fishing net in his hand into the river.
He is an experienced fisherman and knows that when it rains, it is actually the best time to fish, because the heavier the rain, the more active the fish in the river will be, and the more active they are, the hungrier they will be.
The fish here have eaten a lot of human flesh.
Before the establishment of the Dadang Dynasty, it was common to kill good people and take credit for their merits. This was true whether it was the soldiers of the Yang family or the soldiers of the Li family. After killing people and beheading them, they would take away the head and the body.
Throw it into the turbid Jing River.
No matter how experienced the body fishermen are, they will not be able to pick up the corpses that fell into the Jinghe River. The fishermen will only come up from the bottom of the water and shake their heads, saying the same thing.
[There are tracks on the bottom of the river. It may be that the River Dragon King took away their bodies and led them along the Jing River to the Styx River to die. 】
But the fisherman is not too worried, after all, he has worshiped the Dragon King Shen Shen.
The skin shed from the dragon's body will naturally have magical powers. This is the consensus of the fishermen on the banks of the Jing River. The dragon's shed will allow them to get the blessing of the Dragon King.
The benevolent Dragon King and his offspring shed their dragon slough in the year of severe drought to prevent them from starving to death.
Because... dragon slough is edible.
As long as a small piece of dragon slough is soaked in water, it will regain its texture like a living fish.
It's just that these dragon sloughs have a smell that is unacceptable, even more fishy than ordinary fish. The fleshy dried wood is like fine sand, dry and stagnant, but when you continue to chew it, there will be a nauseating feeling.
The greasy feeling is like squeezing out the rich oil from the dragon's slough with continuous chewing, with a strong and strong fishy smell, greasy and smooth, even if a day and a night passes, no matter how much water is drank,
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, just like the residual taste imprinted in your mouth.
It is like Guanyin soil, indigestible, but it can really be digested. The reason why it is said to be like Guanyin soil is because after eating it, the stomach will soon be filled with a heavy and slimy feeling.
Feeling full, just like eating indigestible Guanyin soil, this terrible feeling of fullness will last all day and night.
The fisherman has not eaten dragon slough because he has not experienced severe drought.
He just kept worshiping the River Dragon King, staring at the dragon slough, as if he had become a dragon's son and grandson, worshiping his ancestors who could trace back for who knows how many generations, until today.
The fisherman opened the stopper of the gourd and drank a sip of wine to warm his body. The heavy rain had been falling all night, but it had no intention of stopping. It just rained on its own, lingering in the sky, contemptuously looking down on the entire world.
People under the sky, under the clouds, and under the rain are just tiny ants. They don't understand the sky, the clouds, and the rain, just as ants don't understand people.
The tributary of the Jinghe River is like a long and agile hand, playing with the small fishing boats that are difficult to control. In this river, the fishermen try their best to control and fight, but in the rapid river water,
He was shaken into the river.
The river water mixed with sediment poured into the mouth, and the smell of the water was extremely strong. The fisherman struggled to get up and grabbed the edge of the boat, but the river water hit the boat, overturned the boat, and covered him.
He struggled hard, trying to escape the fate of being covered, but he keenly felt that something was swimming towards him.
It was not a kind of foresight, nor was it a resonance among blood, but an undercurrent under the water.
It's like something is driving the undercurrent and riding on it.
Following the beating of the undercurrent, he was pushed out of the boat under the cover, but in the panic of the water, he touched the skin of some kind of... living creature.
The outer skin was smooth, but it didn't have the texture of fish scales. For some reason, he felt as if he had touched the outer skin of some kind of snake. It was cold, slippery, and unbearable, like some kind of leather.
He subconsciously turned around and looked, what kind of huge creature was that?
The terrifying monotonous brownish-yellow color has no reflection at all. In the river under the turbid mud and sand, it is not possible to see all of it, but even if there is only a little missing body, you can roughly deduce how huge a giant thing it is.
Even a thousand-year-old tree is just like a slender eight-year-old child in front of this body, and the "spot" revealed through the tube like a leopard is the limbs of the giant creature.
Just like an earthworm or a millipede, the ring-shaped segments make up this huge body, and under each segment, there are limbs as thick as an arm but slender, like claws.
But it is lifeless, as if it is just a piece of clothing or a coat, but it is quite huge, and it is rushing forward with the surging undercurrent, and I don't know where it will be rushed.
But that huge body is also following the water flow, link by link, ring by link, as the water hits the riverside, even in this turbid water, you can hear the huge sound of lapping water.
Waves of sounds of worship came from behind. Countless dragons of different sizes, like earthworms, swaying their limbs and feet, slid along the water flow, and in the process of sliding, they stretched their limbs towards the back.
back.
The frantic movements seemed to be completely unafraid of pain. They may not feel pain, but they just responded to the sound of the rain. They were full of rhythm and ritual. They squeezed the back and carved out crisscrossing lines.
Cracks, washed away by water,
The skin that was stuck together was also broken one by one. What rose up from the skin were...the dragons who were in the process of skin shedding and entering a new cycle of life.
The terrifying sounds made by countless claws seemed to have unspeakable magic power. The fisherman could only float in the water blankly like a man possessed. He forgot about the water upstream and just stared blankly into the water.
These creatures, unable to see clearly, were performing a molting ritual that he couldn't understand.
The backs of the dragons slowly protruded from the skin, like the rhythm of life, with unspeakable magic and indescribable fear.
They are like butterflies emerging from cocoons, but the fishermen don't know that there are people living under the Jinghe River... no, they should be "passing by".
They passed through the Jinghe River and left the dragon slough behind, but today they are so close to these groups.
Just like emerging from a cocoon and turning into a butterfly, the shed skin of these "dragons" falls into the river bed along the current, just like taking off a piece of clothing and throwing it away.
Different from the creature that looks like a skin slough, when it comes out of the skin slough, its transparent and soft body takes on a cylindrical shape. The streamer-like cylindrical tentacles are like dense body hair, swinging randomly in the water flow.
Their entire bodies fell out of that layer of skin, and then they straightened up, waving their body hair, and at that moment, they opened their eyes as big as eggs. It was at this moment,
Faint fluorescence illuminated the turbid river bottom one after another, reflecting their entire appearance and leaving huge shadows in the river water.
They are biological shapes that fishermen cannot understand. They are like hydras. They obviously have a material body, but it feels like the body is only mostly material, and the other half is something else that cannot be understood, like tentacle-like body hair.
Floating softly in the river water, moving along the current, the circles of sharp teeth seem to be opened from the skin, without opening and closing. Are those dragons?
If those are dragons? Then what is the dragon in the scroll?
They didn't move either, but it was so strange that they were floating up.
Floating... floating? That should be flying, right?
They are as ethereal as flying clouds and mist. Even though they have no wings or fins, they are really like carps that have crossed the dragon gate.
Leaving the water, we went to the sky.
Some "dragons" bite at the skin and slough off, while others float up.
Without exception, those "dragons" that bite the skin off are not petite, as if they were babies.
But the fisherman knew that even the young dragon was half as big as him.
Those "dragons" appear to be floating repeatedly as if they are full. No, they should be said to be flying.
As they approached the water, they gradually disappeared, leaving no ripples. They just left the water, not knowing where they were going.
The divine dragon sees its head but not its tail? Maybe this is the case with the real divine dragon.
They flew straight upward, and the indescribable things they shed were left on the river bed.
The dragon slough can no longer remain intact, and what remains is these, the dragon slough with four limbs. The cracks are like the facial features on the skin, like the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, which are automatically classified in cognition.
facial features.
It turns out that this is the truth about skin sloughs. Fishermen have always thought that the skin sloughs they worshiped are the sons and grandsons of dragons of different sizes. But they don't know. They just made an arbitrary identification like a blind man feeling an elephant. Some of those creatures are them.
Overall.
When the fisherman finally broke free from this scene, he realized that his consciousness was about to blur, which was a sign of hypoxia. He hurriedly came up, but when he turned around, he saw a fish larger than his body.
A bigger one...the "dragon" that has shed its skin.
A pair of egg-like glowing yellow eyeballs that almost protrude from the body of the creature are like inlaid semi-circular topaz, moist and bright, with no iris or pupils, just a turbid yellow gem-like color.
.
The skin is smooth but has an indescribable bloat, like pustules and swollen blisters that extend and stretch to form this smooth body. The pale silver skin exudes an ominous shimmer in the water, jagged like
The teeth are arranged in circles around the body in a flat shape, and the high-pitched chirping sound is like the sound made by insects hiding in the grass.
The top is probably its face, a face with no visible expression, but one that can intuitively detect malicious foreign objects within it.
But saliva is secreted from its whole body, dripping or floating in the water along its fluttering tentacles.
Maybe it's hungry?
This face containing the aggregate of hunger took a step closer to the fisherman, waving its body hair, and made a cry that could only be combined into onomatopoeia with syllables. This inhuman sound in the water was actually
Clearer.
Driven by unspeakable fear, the fisherman luckily grabbed the broken oar and stabbed it into the living creature's mouth. He clearly felt that it was stabbed, but it only hit the material.
part of the transformation.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But in the face of this inhuman thing, the fisherman's attack is meaningless. This deformed creature shakes its body as if it is in pain, and wants to
The fisherman was thrown to the water, and his hand held the oar tightly. No matter how violently he shook it, it was useless.
But the dragon in the water gradually recovered, and the fisherman was gradually pressed by the creature on the river bed, sinking into the mud, and the oar was also released.
No more, he was holding his breath to the limit. A stick of incense? Or even longer? No matter how good his water quality was, there was a limit, but his will urged him to kill it! If he didn't kill it, he would die.
yourself!
Maybe he was facing unknown fear, but if you think about it carefully, being able to be injured by the oar 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 groped around randomly on the riverbed until he touched a bone. He grabbed the bone hard and smashed it towards the creature's head, but the impact was on the ringed sharp teeth, which only hit it three or two times.
, the complete leg bones were bitten into jagged, sharp stubbles.
What he wants is this.
The broken bones were violently inserted into the bulging eyes as big as eggs.
A sharp and weird syllable scream resounded from the bottom of the water. It was a howl of pain. It must be the howl of pain from this deformed monster!
He was full of joyful thoughts.
"How can such a monster be considered a dragon? Haven't you been stabbed twice by me?"
Finally, the fisherman fell into a coma.
But before he fell into unconsciousness, the monster also rushed towards him.
When he opened his eyes again, Li Shiming also woke up.
This is an extremely real dream.
It’s so real, Li Shiming feels,
That monster was indeed charging towards him.
Then, he did hear some kind of sound, it was a sharp sound that he didn't know what words to use to describe it, and the sentence he heard in the lake...
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