When the powers of the four teenagers collided and sparked for the first time in the dungeon, no one expected that the monsters they chopped apart side by side and the long nights they spent back to back would one day turn into thorns in their hearts.
Shen Yanzhi's analysis book can calculate the monster's weakness, but it is not sure whether Xia Dan's knuckles turned white when he tightened his grip on the gun because of coughing or something else; Lin Moyi's silver thread wrapped tightly around his teammates' wrists countless times, but when he retracted the thread at one point, he was suddenly afraid of strangling the boy who always lowered his head; Wen Xiaohe's staff saved him three times, but in the dim light at one point, he could see clearly the bandage around his neck that was not hidden and smelled of medicine.
They once laughed in front of the bronze mirror of the ancient house and said, "We must die together." When dividing the last half bottle of water in the ruins of the apocalypse, they pushed the extra mouthful to the thinnest Xia Dan. In the fireworks of the sacrificial ceremony, they used their powers to circle a small safe zone for each other. But when the blood moon rose in a certain instance and Xia Dan lost control in order to save them, the eyes of the monsters he "puppeted" reflected the suddenly tense shoulders of his teammates.
Trust is like a piece of candy softened by the rain. It is obviously still held in the hand, but it quietly melts a little every time they look at each other.
Later, there was always a meaningless sentence floating in the thick fog of the copy: "When you look at his red eyes, does he look like that thing hiding behind the scenes?"
And the scarlet eye that was always hanging above their heads was waiting to see how this drama called "companions" would end.
Concept: The terror of ghosts and gods is "visible pain", while the terror of human beings is "the knife that stabs you with a smile"