During the Years When I Was Collecting Stones from Ailao Mountain,

My name is Zhang Chan. Don't read on. Listen to me first. They told me more than once that no one can know about this matter. It's secondary to causing panic. The main reason is that ordinary people have no need and are not qualified to know the secrets here. "We can't do anything about it, but we can kill you. What you have experienced, what you have seen, whether it is a human or other non-human creature, or those things, it is best not to tell anyone in this life!" But sometimes... They say... "Even if I tell you, no one will believe me. It will be just a bedtime story at best. If the good one is good, I will give you a good review and compliment you. If I encounter a bully, I will even start to criticize you..." Over the years, I have had the same dream countless times, or rather they are not the same dream, but they are all about the same place. On a night of heavy rain and lightning, I can't see my fingers; the gloomy and endless forest can't be seen to the end; the deep green lake has no bottom at all... Everything as far as the eye can see is darkness, but in the darkness, I am very sure that there is something there! The movements were very light, but I could clearly feel that he was huge. It was a dangerous thing, something that could kill me!