[Zongheng four groups produced by Huamanlou]
Between the heaven and the earth, what is there above our heads? Is there really a god in this world? Yi Qingchen sat alone on the ground blankly, surrounded by black shadows. They kept turning around Yi Qingchen, singing strange songs: "Black crows are singing on the branches, white crows are buried in the earth, red crows are in the sky..." Yi Qingchen stood up and walked forward. The door not far away was emitting a soft light...
There were countless sounds all around, sometimes distant and sometimes near, insubstantial. They kept repeating one sentence, "Remember, you are Yi Qingchen..."
