Chapter 2 second quarter

Life is short, so it is inevitable to look forward to it.However, every quiet day seems too long, and I feel that it doesn't matter to all kinds of things.In the coldest winter on the snow mountain, I curled up in the cold coffin without feeling cold.A solitary lamp, a long night, remembering when I died. It's as cold as iron, but it's boiling endlessly; it smells like blood, but it can actually bloom the most charming lotus.Transformation pool, those liquids I will never forget.It penetrates from every pore of mine, to the skin, to the lungs, to the bone marrow, until it melts away my soul.Like a poisonous snake devouring the body, like a thousand arrows accumulating in the body, I dare not even listen to the wailing I uttered.But they laughed so unscrupulously, and they held my limbs so that I could no longer struggle.With a kind of piercing despair, I waited for myself to be "transformed" at last, and I could never stand up again.Did I die of despair then?

Not so, maybe not so.Metamorphosis in the pool is just a process, maybe I would have died long ago.Otherwise, why didn't I find a chance to kill myself so as not to suffer from metamorphosis?In such despair, there is actually a tinge of joy.I took revenge like this, but my enemy was myself. He took her away, why should I complain! Through the faint light of the sea of ​​lights, I saw the small hotel, warriors dressed in black with pale faces approaching one by one.This scene was very slow, and the swords of the samurai could not cover my head for a while, because I still had too many questions that I hadn't figured out.Will he save me or save her?

"You follow me." He said. "You go first—" He threw this sentence at me now. I watched helplessly as he picked up the girl and broke out of the encirclement with a green blade. His martial arts are really good.I didn't move, so I was left alone. I can also escape, after all, I run faster than him.But I just watched stubbornly, and he just left.In order to protect her, he was injured and bled all the way. So I stretched out my hands to meet the sword of the black warrior, and let myself break under there.Those knives were very bright quickly, and it took a while before I felt a little pain in my hand.But they suddenly stopped cutting me.

What's the use, I've made a choice, I'm dead.
Aunt Fang held a large bag of medicinal powder in her hand and squatted by the edge of the biochemical pool.She asked me whether it is better to be "lived" or "dead". I said whatever you want, it's all the same in my opinion. She smiled strangely, and the peach-red medicinal powder fell like red snow one after another, that color was like the rhododendrons blooming high on the Dagu Mountain.