Ye Chan

Cangtong ran against the wind, and her strong limbs became her most powerful support at this time. Behind her, a huge silver wolf leaped high, waving its sharp claws and constantly leaping towards her.

With flesh and blood, her subjects tried to block the pace of this monster beast, and sacrificed their lives one after another.

Screams kept ringing behind him, splashing blood everywhere. Cang Tong stepped on the muddy blood, fast as the wind of freedom. She heard someone yelling: "King! Run! King!"

Some people are also shouting: "Hold the silver wolf!"

But more are shouting: "Help me! Help me!"

"Wang! Help me!"

Their homeland has already fallen, but the remaining subjects still sacrifice their lives for the inactive king. Many people let her run again, but more people cried about the existence of the king again, hoping that she could save their lives.

After all, what is a king?

Is it the incompetent kid who is protected behind the subjects, or is it standing in front of the people and sheltering all the leaders?

She should be a leader, she must be a leader.

Everyone here will face death, Cang Tong's heart is extremely clear. Even if he ran further, it would only delay the time of death. No matter what, they couldn't escape the siege of the dynasty.

In that case, let her protect her subjects at the end of her life.

Cang Tong looked towards the unreachable horizon, her immature face full of determination. She put her wrist to her mouth, took a bite, and suddenly blood poured down.

A mysterious and mysterious call appeared on the vast ground. It was the son of Silver Moon calling her mother: "The ancient and sacred master of the night, the sole master of the vast starry sky..."

"Please turn the day into night, and come down to the world at this time..."

"Lord of Silvermoon, please answer the call of your people."

At this moment, the earth moved and the mountain shook, and the silver wolf behind Cangtong rushed forward, opening his blood basin and biting Cangtong's head.

The sharp teeth bite together, and a cloud of white light suddenly burst from the silver wolf's mouth. Countless white lights splashed, and the land shone on was white. All the wolves stopped, turning their heads to look in the direction where Cangtong and the silver wolf were.

In the next second, they put the prey in the mouth and rushed towards the silver wolf.

When the wind started to blow, a strong wind suddenly blew on the grassland, and the clouds in the sky changed. In an instant, dark clouds blocked the sky, and the sky that was originally bright turned into a dark night.

All the people and living creatures on the ground began to restlessly, Xia Guo's soldiers looked at the dark night and said in panic, "This is...this is..."

"The splendor of Yejun Muli!"

Suddenly, a blood moon appeared in the dark night sky. For a moment, a **** red light hit the Cangtong who was holding it in the silver wolf's mouth, so they saw that countless silver wolves swarmed up, gnawing away the broken body of the young man.

The greedy beast ate the body, licked the blood that fell on the ground, turned his head along with the giant leader, and looked at the Xia Dynasty soldiers in the distance.

Their icy-blue pupils were very cold, and in the next second, they all ran towards the Xia Chao soldiers in the distance and threw them down one by one.

The blood spread on the grassland, and the son of Silver Moon, who sacrificed his soul to his mother, led his remaining subjects to launch a final counterattack.

This battle was very tragic. All the people who appeared on this grassland sacrificed their lives.

When the last Xia Dynasty soldier fell, the huge silver wolf also staggered and knelt to the ground. It lifted its eyes and looked at the bones all over the ground, as if seeing one after another wandering dead souls, walking towards it in the darkness.

Silver Wolf managed to support his body and walked swaying towards the river. It led these ghosts and returned to their hometown silently.

In the wind, there seems to be a ghost singing in a low voice: "I still remember the silver moon night, the son of the silver moon is thinking of the past by the river..."

From then on, all the dead souls who died in battle followed their king and returned to their hometown after a long absence.

After filming this scene, Ye Can couldn't return to his senses for a long time. She stood on the spot where she was shooting, looking at the props sprinkled with blood on the ground, she still had the image she had just imagined in her mind.

In the same desperate situation, the king of the tribe of this small country did not let anyone slaughter him, but gave all of his own, implemented the national belief, and put all her subjects who died in battle to rest.

Perhaps this is the brilliance of human nature.

Ye Can thought, respect these unyielding faith and brave warriors.

Perhaps this world is absurd and desperate. But in the face of such a world, escape is not the only way out. Tearing oneself apart is nothing but a cowardly act. The truly brave person should be like the person in the story. Even if he is facing a desperate situation, he should do everything to find the best way out.

Although life will be terrible, there is still the sun to warm our bones, isn't it?

Ye Can raised his head and looked at Lin Zixi who was walking towards her. At this time, he gained his own understanding.

In this scene, Ye Can performed very well.

Especially in the scene of the sacrifice, Lin Zixi outside the scene was very worried. Therefore, when she came to give Ye Can a down jacket, her face still showed an abnormal paleness.

When she put the down jacket on Ye Can, Ye Can held her hand and asked worriedly: "Why is her face so pale? Is it cold?"

Lin Zixi shook his head: "No, I was amazed by your acting skills."

Ye Can smiled, stretched out her hand and poured her into her arms, and leaned against her ear and said softly: "This is amazing? Then, in the future, what words will you use to praise me?"

In the future, it may be a particularly beautiful word.

Lin Zixi hugged her waist and leaned on her shoulders and smiled: "Speaking of vocabulary, I am still very confident. If you want to listen, I can praise you in another way every day."

Lin Zixi thought to herself, starting from tomorrow, let's blow a variety of rainbow farts to Ye Can.

It is a pity that Lin Zixi did not have this opportunity, because that night, she had a fever.

It may be the wind in the north and the cold during the day, or it may be that the scenes that Ye Can filmed today are too bloody. This night, apart from fever, she has been having nightmares again and again.

In the dream, she seemed to have been walking in the thick darkness, stepping through the muddy blood, passing through the hustle and bustle of fighting, and came to a bank of red flowers in full bloom.

She stood by the river bank, looking at the dark shore, watching the black-robed skeletons supporting a small boat, wandering back and forth on the river, transporting passing pedestrians.

Whenever there was no one on the bank of the river, the skeleton would row to her side and ask: "Will the girl go?"

She shook her head and rejected the other party.

Not knowing how much has passed, Skeleton also changed a group of people, and changed her name from "girl" to "madam" and then gradually became "miss".

In the dream, the passage of time is chaotic. Her memory gradually blurred, and she didn't know how long she had been waiting there, or who she was waiting for.

Until one day, many fuzzy figures appeared on the river bank, and the skeletons rowed one canoe after another to transport these shadows to the other bank. In the end, she was the only one left.

At this moment, a white skeleton rowed a boat to Lin Zixi's side and said to her: "I know what you want, let me go."

What the white skeleton said seemed to have a kind of magic, she didn't think about the extra things, and followed him on the wooden boat.

A light on the bow of the ship lit up the surrounding darkness. She sat in the stern and watched the boat cut through the dark water and sailed into the misty abyss.

In the thick fog, the white bones stood on the bow of the ship, spreading his teeth and squeaking and squeezing, saying: "You have been waiting there for too long, so this is an exception..."

"That person... is sinful and he doesn't know how to repent. You won't be able to wait for her no matter how long you wait."

She didn't actually know what White Skull was talking to her, but she had a vague feeling: "I told her to live..."

White Skull giggled: "A person like her will enter the animal realm, so there is no afterlife."

She heard the White Skeleton say so, just looked ahead calmly, and said indifferently: "It's okay, after all... I can see one more time."

The White Skeleton supported Long Artemisia and shook his head: "You people, it's the most difficult thing to do."

The ship smashed through the sinking black water, and the surroundings began to gradually become bright red. Red, all eyes are red. Hidden behind these reds are countless sorrowful wailings.

She saw a hungry ghost with a long tongue licking the belly of a living person, and a rain of blood fell in an instant. She saw an unmanned knife, cutting the body of a living person, with thousands of pieces.

These sights frightened her, and she couldn't help grasping her clothes tightly.

The boat rowed forward, and finally stopped in front of a skeleton hill. White Skull raised his head and pointed to the top of the mountain: "No, she is there."

So she looked up and finally saw the person who had been waiting for a long time.

That is...her king.

At the top of Skull Mountain, countless sharp swords penetrated her body and placed her on the top of the mountain. A harsh ghost wind blew the broken mian suit, revealing Wang's scarred body.

Countless wandering ghosts turned into black eagles and swooped down, pecking at the king's heart. They dig up the king's chest and bite the flesh and blood inside. After leaving, the king's body will recover again.

In the pain that repeated this week, Wang bowed his head, looking at the skeleton underneath, without a trace of numb expression.

She looked at Wang's expression, and her heart ached. She covered her aching chest and looked at the skeleton beside her: "How long will she be tortured?"

White Skeleton stretched out his long finger bones and said with a smile: "There are still a hundred years."

She turned her head and looked at the tortured king on the Skull Mountain, with tears in her eyes: "One hundred years...it's too long."

White Skull smiled again: "It's not long, it's just a reincarnation of you. If you want...Let's make a deal."

She looked at the white skull, at his opening and closing teeth, her head buzzing: "As long as you remember...we..."

Remember what? What are we?

She couldn't hear the next words at all.

What remained in the dream was the figure bitten by the ghosts, so clear.

She looked at the other person's numb expression, her heart was cramped, and she woke up crying in her dream.