The beginning of every encounter is to prepare for parting.

From the moment Su Mingyue crossed over, the other world lines that were originally calm were all surging in an instant.

Countless undercurrents lurk in the rushing river of fate, like a net of fate like a beast waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an excellent opportunity, bound to kill with one blow, and the Jedi will turn the tables!

It's a somewhat murky line of the world, it's a big one, and the neon lights are slowly fading in the sky on the left, and even if you stand on the top of a big tree, you can't see the whole city.

She was in a small garden, crying, hoarse, and angry.

It was a rainy day.

In the garden, she was carried home by a young boy of seven or eight years old.

The shattered home, with cobweb-like veins spreading across the walls, the firewood in the stove burning brightly, and a rickety figure sitting on the old sofa in front of the fireplace.

The sound of coughing and heavy wheezing made the boy a little cautious, but in his arms—the baby girl, who was only a few months old—was crying uncontrollably.

"Boom—"

Outside the window, thunder sounded, and the rain was like a competent storyteller, stringing together one bizarre story after another, flat and straightforward, but with ups and downs.

April weather, squally stormy.

Thick dark clouds were like boiling water, raging and churning in the heavens.

The figure of the rickety was almost curled up on the old sofa, the tattered cotton coat was wrapped in layer after layer, if it were not for the reflection of the fire in the fireplace in those eyes, this rickety figure was no different from a dead man.

The sound of ticking water, mixed with the thunder outside the window, was eerily quiet after the boy came in.

The boy walked quickly to the fireplace with the baby girl in his arms, and he didn't know where he got the courage, at this moment he was full of fearlessness, almost domineering.

He was like this, crowded with the eyes of the rickety figure.

The coughing suddenly became violent, and the heavy wheezing made people feel that the rickety figure was like a demon crawling out of the Nine Hells, blowing miserably behind the boy's back.

The boy was unmoved, his eyes cold as knives.

His small figure seemed a little tall in front of the gentle firelight.

"I need food. ”

"On the left, the third cabinet...... Ahem......"

The figure has a gloomy gaze, and under the gray hair is a vague face.

A complete and hideous scar can be faintly seen, spreading from the left side of the eyebrow to the right corner of the mouth.

The boy obviously didn't ask for food for his stomach, so his tone was unusually firm, and even though it was likely that he would be greeted with a brutal beating, he did not hesitate to say what he wanted.

"I need milk, hot milk. ”

The boy's wet hair was like twisted and intertwined black snakes, sticking to his expressionless face.

With indifferent eyes and a blank expression, the boy is like a soulless walking corpse, walking alone in this world full of majestic rain.

There is no such thing as hope, let alone a so-called dream.

Waiting for the boy's life, in addition to the boundless darkness, it seems that only confusion remains.

It's just that the sudden appearance of the baby girl rekindled the fire in his heart.

The rickety figure suddenly stood up at this moment, and the shadow under the firelight was erratic.

He seemed to have taken something out from behind him, and the boy stared at the right hand of the rickety figure, and in this moment, he had already guessed his next fate.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound rang out at the same time as the boy's muffled snort, followed by a "snap".

It was a whip, a dark red whip.

The back of the rickety figure was unexpectedly straight, his voice was full of anger, his face was flushed, and the hideous scar on his face seemed to come to life, exuding a devouring blood light.

"Do you know the price of milk on the black market?

The boy was silent, and he fell to his knees because he could not bear the force of the whip, the expression on his face was still blank, but the light of the fire was reflected in his eyes.

The rickety figure sneered, as if he had long been accustomed to it, and the whip in his hand kept waving, and the blood marks were clearly imprinted on the boy's thin back.

After a dozen swings of the whip, the rickety figure finally stopped, and at the same time, his originally straight back became bent again, as if some unspeakable demon was carrying it on his back.

"If you want milk, you can, go and help me kill the people on this list, the task is complete, I'll give you as much as you want, ahem......"

The rickety figure curled up on the old sofa again, tightly wrapped in layers of cotton coats, and his violent coughing made his dark eyes bloodshot, like a dying man.

Without hesitation, the boy picked up the list that had been thrown in front of him by the rickety figure, stood up with difficulty, and staggered away through the door.

The rain always spares no effort to fall, and it is obviously April weather, but the rickety figure feels as cold as winter.

He's hideous, he's brutal, he's vicious, he's intriguing.

But now he left the old sofa again, and staggered like a real old man, kneeling beside the crying baby girl.

In his rough hand was a bottle that had been turned out of nowhere, and it was warm milk.

It's as if it had been prepared in advance.

He gently picked up the baby girl, his thin arms trembling, for fear that his actions would shatter this dream of hope in his arms......

The light that walks in front is always ahead.

And you are forever in darkness.

Holding the sword, gritting his teeth, he clings to the last dignity of being a human being.

It's a world shrouded in darkness, and it's a hunting ground for a bunch of monsters.

Beneath the neon that light up the sky is a group of mortals who claim to be gods.

Boys don't belong to this group.

He was a night watchman.

In the marginal area where the light does not shine, the consciousness of being born is clinging.

He needs to fight, he needs to plunder, he needs to find himself, and then work hard to live......

The bloody back had begun to scab, and the rain washed unscrupulously over the boy's emaciated body, his eyes were cold, his fists clenched, and his bony legs were flying through the muddy ruins.

The sound of the wind whistled in the boy's ears, and even such a heavy rain could not hide the strong smell of blood.

Monsters roared in low voices, and ghostly fires hid their forms in the quiet darkness.

Those were the eyes of a group of monsters, and these monsters were all born as humans.

"Whew!"

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and the galloping boy's eyes widened slightly, his reaction was extremely fast, and he dodged the killer blow of the group of monsters with a slight side.

The boy didn't take chances, he quickly looked around, his eyes were cold like the sharpest knife in the world, and his pupils, which were originally dilated in the dark, gradually shrank into a little, and a strong sense of crisis instantly surrounded the boy's heart.

The existence written on the boy's hunting list was the leader of this group of monsters, the so-called god who was about to become a monster completely.

The Night's Watch are incredibly powerful, but they also have a very short lifespan, and they have lost all the emotions they are born with, not even pain.

Precocious brains, lives that burn out at any moment, are doomed to premature withering from the moment they become night watchmen.

The man's name was clearly written on the hunt list.

Grad, a strong promoter of the "God-making Project", is a well-known genetic engineering scientist.

Judging from the few intelligence data, it was an S-class that made the boy's breathing stagnant slightly.

The boy, on the other hand, is only A-grade. Although he is extremely good, his behavior this time is no different from suicide.

But in order to be able to become a living human again, he must do what his grandfather commands.

Otherwise, the baby girl who was picked up by him would also die as a matter of course.

It's been a difficult road. The boy clenched his right fist, and a bright soft sword was pulled from his waist.

The material of the soft sword is a very high level of technology, and it is the only gift given to him by the boy's grandfather after picking him up.

The smell of blood in the wind and rain became even stronger, and even the thunder and lightning above the heavens were raging and surging without sparing any effort.

"Zheng!"

The group of monsters covered in sharp bone spurs were still waiting for an opportunity to move, but the boy had already raised his sword and moved forward.

The Razer scurrying through the sky occasionally illuminates the boy's face and the sword in his hand, and he is an experienced night watchman who can handle even five or so B-class monsters alone.

The sword light is bright, and the wind and rain are like knives.

Blood mixed with rain splashed on the boy's tattered clothes, and in a matter of moments he broke through the encirclement, confirmed the direction of the neon, and walked through the wind and rain with a determined step.

What awaits the boy in front is destined to be a tragic fight.

Human nature, in this cruel last days, is the cheapest thing......

"Dad, why are there no stars in the outside world?"

It was a ten-year-old boy standing in a high attic looking out into the abyss-like night through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

The eyes are clear, confused, puzzled, and full of curiosity.

Is there really a place without stars in this world?

"They don't need stars. ”

"Huh?" the boy's eyes widened, and there was a twinkle in those clear eyes, "why not?"

"Because they don't have the same emotions as we do, they can no longer be called human. ”

The boy fell silent suddenly, he was too young to understand the meaning of his father's words, he just felt that in that little gap behind the third rib on his left side there was something called sadness turning over the river.

There is no reason, no reason, just unstoppable sadness.