Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

This black shadow, with a resolute attitude, stabbed straight towards the soft and fragile corner of people's hearts. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone stared with wide eyes, watching this thrilling scene happen, but they were powerless to stop it.

At that moment, time seemed to stop flowing, and everything became still. The air around them seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. However, in this suffocating silence, a dull and harsh sound suddenly came - "Puff!"

This sound was like a roar from the deepest abyss of hell, the roar that came when the long-closed door of hell was suddenly pushed open. Along with this loud noise, a column of bright red blood rushed straight into the sky like the hot magma rolling out of a volcanic eruption. It rose high, and then fell like a torrential rain, splashing countless blood-colored waves and splashing everywhere.

In just a few moments, the originally peaceful and clean ground had been completely dyed scarlet, as if it was covered with a thick carpet of blood. The strong and pungent smell of blood quickly spread in the air, penetrating into people's noses and throats, stimulating every nerve ending. The scene before one's eyes was simply a living picture of hell on earth, which made people shudder and tremble with fear.

At this moment, a heart-wrenching scream of pain suddenly sounded, the sound was so sharp and shrill that it seemed to be able to directly penetrate the human soul. This scream was like the thunder in the sky, and it was also like the wailing of evil spirits from the underworld, carrying endless resentment and pain, as if it was going to completely shatter this vast world.

Everyone present subconsciously covered their ears with their hands, trying to block the horrible sound from reaching their ears. But even so, the scream was still like an extremely sharp sword, easily piercing their defenses, continuously drilling into the depths of their minds, causing their hearts to involuntarily begin to beat wildly, as if they would jump out of their throats in the next second.

Time is like a wild horse out of control, running wildly in an almost crazy manner. It is like being driven by an invisible force, completely disregarding any obstacles and restraints, and rushing forward without hesitation. This wild horse seems to have endless energy, knows nothing about fatigue, and never stops running, letting the years pass by like flowing water.

Time is like a huge wheel that rolls forward. This wheel exudes a cold breath and turns mercilessly, as if it is indifferent to everything in the world. Its hard rim ruthlessly crushes the earth, whether it is the delicate flowers, the towering mountains, or even the seemingly insignificant human beings, they can hardly escape its cruel pressure.

Time has mercilessly rolled over people's bodies, leaving behind a series of shocking traces of varying depths. Some of these traces are like crisscrossing gullies, while others are as sharp and deep as knife cuts. They witness the ruthlessness of time and the vicissitudes of time, and bring endless pain and suffering to people.

Even though time is so fleeting that people have no time to catch it; even though the years are so cruel and ruthless that they carve deep or shallow, shocking scars on people, the painful memories that once made people feel heartbroken and unforgettable are still like the wounds caused by a hideous, extremely cruel and never-healing beast. The wound continuously oozes out scarlet and glaring blood, as if to release all the sadness and pain of the past. Every drop of blood is the condensation of a memory, and every bloodstain is the unspeakable pain deep in the heart.

This memory is like a branding iron in a raging fire, burned mercilessly by the flames, turning red all over, reaching the temperature limit it can withstand. This branding iron carries a blazing heat that is enough to burn a person's skin, and with the force of thunder, it is deeply imprinted in the deepest, most hidden, and most vulnerable corners of people's souls.

Even though it has been subjected to numerous violent impacts and washes of storms and rainstorms, and tirelessly rubbed and polished by wind, sand and dust over the long years, the deep scar is still striking and clearly visible, as if it can never be erased from the depths of people's souls. In this way, it stubbornly and firmly remains there, like an indelible haze and shadow, buried deep in the bottom of the heart.

Whenever the sun sets in the west, the blood-red setting sun slowly sinks behind the west mountain, and the night falls silently like a huge black curtain. The sky gradually darkens, first with a light gray, then becomes darker, and finally falls into complete darkness. At this moment, the surroundings are so quiet that it makes people feel palpitating, and even the slightest sound can't be heard. Even the wind seems to have stopped flowing and held its breath. The whole world is silent, leaving only endless darkness and silence.

The whole world seemed to be tightly covered by an extremely large and heavy black curtain. This black curtain was boundless, like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, ruthlessly devouring every bit of light and warmth in the world. The darkness spread unscrupulously, and wherever it went, it was stained with ink. No light could penetrate this thick darkness.

In such a depressing and dull environment, people's thoughts are like wild horses that have broken free from their reins. They can't help but break free from their restraints and start to drift around aimlessly. They are like kites with broken strings, losing control and guidance, and can only sway and dance in the air. Sometimes they fly high, as if they want to break through the endless darkness; sometimes they fall sharply, as if they are about to fall into the bottomless abyss. In the end, these kites slowly fall back to their original place, returning to the terrifying moment that once made people's souls fly away and their hair stand on end.

At this moment, the pain that had been hidden in the deepest part of the heart and had not been touched for a long time suddenly came like a flood that broke through the dam, with the force of thunder and lightning. This pain came fiercely and violently, and in an instant it hit people's fragile hearts like a storm. Its power was so strong that it caught people off guard and completely submerged them in an instant, making them deeply trapped in the vortex of pain and unable to escape.