Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

As soon as the summer solstice arrives, the cicadas chirp and the heat wave comes.

The blazing sun was baking the ground, and the soil on the ground was extremely hot, as if the dust had dried completely. Only a few dark-brown pot-bellied crickets were left, jumping around like springs.

The ground is hot and the cicadas are chirping tirelessly.

There was no wind, and the sun-dried leaves were drooping down, still hanging stubbornly on the treetops, blocking the scorching sun.

The dense leaves show a dark green color in the sunlight, and the silhouettes of the sunlight on the ground are sparse, as if someone took scissors and cut randomly on the ground.

It was disorganized and the temperature was frighteningly high.

In such a hot summer, even in dense woods, the temperature in the woods is very high.

It was so high that the bugs hid in caves to escape the heat and cool.

The tall trees reach into the sky, and beneath the damp leaves on the ground are slippery, soft mud and rotten wood.

Tangled vines and random plants were densely piled here, covered with green moss.

Unknown little bugs crawled on the moss, and the sunlight that penetrated through the leaves shone directly on them.

There is a layer of fine white spider web on it, and the eight legs are covered with fine downy hairs. The mung bean's big eyes are like copper bells, and they are extremely huge compared to its body.

The spider is very large, nearly the size of an adult man's hand.

The dark body hangs quietly on the spider web, like a very patient and excellent hunter who remains motionless, quietly waiting for the prey to come to the door, and then defeats it in one fell swoop.

Here, among the towering old trees, huge spiders, and the mud swamp full of dead branches and leaves, if you look carefully, you can see a huge venomous snake spitting out snake bites.

The venomous snake is as thick as a bowl, with black and brown stripes on it. Under the sparse sunlight, the scales seem to reflect a different kind of luster.

The snake spit out its tongue, its scarlet and sticky tongue fleeting.

Its dark green vertical pupils revealed an icy temperature. It was hiding in the leaf litter on the swamp ground, its three-meter-long body twisting slowly and silently.

It was noon, the forest was silent, and unknown birds were chirping on the treetops, which made people extremely irritated.

It was stuffy, humid and hot with no cool breeze.

Here, if you just walk around, you can almost crush unknown black insects or squirming earthworms to death under your feet.

There were unknown plants and disgusting insects everywhere, and mosquitoes the size of fingernails were buzzing in the air.

Mosquitoes have black and white stripes and are extremely loud.

It was buzzing, as if it had been hungry for a long time, and was searching for prey.

Soon, the mosquitoes found their prey in this dead forest.

Not elk, not rabbits, not lynxes and fat brown bears.

But a poor little baby.

I don’t know who abandoned such a poor little baby in this forest.

This forest is connected to a road in the human village, and that road leads to the edge of the forest.

But now, the little baby was abandoned deep in the forest, where there was no one at all.

The body was only wrapped in a piece of baby cloth, and the milky-white little arms were exposed. The soft little body was still moving, making little babbling sounds.

The sweet smell of blood on his body instantly attracted mosquitoes from ten miles away.