"Children, don't get too close to the fire, it's dangerous. ”

Qingming Festival, on a rainy day, Li Fang took Di Yi and the other three people, standing at the head of a village named Balipu, and saw the children kneeling in front of the grave looking at the fire obsessively, and sighed and said.

The world he is in now is the Beidou world.

The fire phoenix stood respectfully, straightly, and vigilantly beside Di Yi, and did not ask him for an answer again.

Like Zhou Huai, as soon as she saw Di Yi, she became Di Yi's loyal bodyguard.

Zhou Huai is on the left, she is on the right, and Di Yi is in the middle.

Li Fang walked at the forefront.

They all wore long robes, cloth shoes, and carried cold weapons with them.

This is what Li Fang specially explained.

Don't use firearms and ammunition in the Beidou World, once you touch the anti-devouring mechanism of this world and attract sniping from the host of the Holy Martial Clan, then one or two of the four of them will definitely die.

Li Fangqing's cloth shoes stepped on the soft field mud in early spring, came to the child's side, and stood quietly.

The child kneeling in front of the grave, as if he hadn't heard Li Fang's words, still looked at the flame in front of him, his black little face was hard and stubborn, and there was a cold indifference in his eyes that should not be there at this age.

He's like an inconspicuous rock on the side of the road, you can kick him out of the way, or you can hurt your toes in the process.

Li Fang looked at the fire in front of the child, and there was a bright light in his eyes, and when he noticed a golden line the size of a fingernail on the child's forehead, this bright light quickly turned to pity.

He turned around, glanced at the small village not far away, and then at the Fire Phoenix, and finally understood why the Fire Phoenix could receive such a task with the strength of the Mortal Body Rank 0.

In the Beidou world, the holy warriors are respected and the human race is regarded as a slave.

The human race is weak, inferior and proud.

Although there was no major war between the two sides, the antagonism between races and classes was reflected in all corners of the two racial societies.

Interracial marriage, in particular, is taboo for both races.

But the world is so big, there will always be some exceptions.

This child is a hybrid of the human race and the holy martial race.

This is also the reason why the system believes that the fire phoenix can complete the task.

She didn't want to save a human child from the hands of the Holy Warriors, but from the hands of the Terrans, she wanted to save this half-blood child.

Li Fang sighed and said, "Little friend, let the fire go out, be careful of hurting you." ”

The child looked at Li Fang with a little dazed eyes in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why the Taoist would talk to him calmly.

In his past experiences, he was met with always stares of contempt and disgust. The people around him would stay away from him, and if he got close, he would be yelled at and hurled away.

It was as if if he had only been close enough to bring them calamity and ominousness.

The child stared into Li Fang's eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his dark pupils, and then he confirmed that Li Fang had no ill will towards him.

It made him a little happy.

It's also a little exciting.

He cleared his throat and knelt before the grave for three days and three nights, his throat a little dry, and replied earnestly: "It is my friend and will not hurt me." ”

He said word by word, but because he had not communicated with people for a long time, he had a great time saying it.

Then, his gaze quickly moved to the small fire in front of the grave, and did not take any more of it.

Balipu Village is a small ethnic village in a remote mountainous area, although it is far from the center of human civilization, it also has the tradition of burning paper to pay tribute after the death of relatives.

It is rumored that the money burned to the dead will be exploited by the ghosts of all walks of life in the underworld, and the money that falls into the hands of relatives in the underworld is very small, and if you want your relatives to live well there, you must burn a large amount of underworld money.

The child came from a poor family and never saw his father at birth.

His mother, a woman who has gone through a lifetime of hardships and hardships, moved here six years ago with her baby in her swaddling clothes.

As the baby grew up day by day, when the people around him discovered his holy warrior bloodline, they began to distance themselves from the mother and son.

No matter what kind of ridicule and beatings the child received outside, this weak and stubborn mother would always open her arms and erase the sorrow for the child and block most of the damage. Life has been hard, but the child has never suffered.

The woman never mentions the father of the child, does not even say her own name, and always gets up early and is busy at night, earning a meager salary, and wants to give her child the same childhood as other children.

Two years ago, the woman wanted her children to go to a private school in the village, which caused a turmoil, and in the end, the private school did not succeed, and she and her children were also driven out of the village and moved to live in a thatched hut outside the village.

The child was six years old, and the overworked woman fell seriously ill and died. She has only one wish on her deathbed: she is willing to give her son the blessings of the next life and the next life, and ask the child to grow up safely.

After the woman's death, several families saw that she was pitiful, and pooled money to bury her hastily, and a soft-hearted old woman secretly cut a small stack of dead money and lit it in front of the grave.

The child has no mother, and he doesn't seem to care about the hardships of life in the future, and remembers that the old people said that the more paper money burned, the better the relatives below will live.

The money in front of the grave is a finger thick, and it will be gone when it is burned. The child didn't have any more money, so he found a compromise, hoping that the money would burn for a long time, as if he thought that in this way, his mother would receive a steady stream of money.

Strange things happened.

The fire was lit for three days and three nights, and was not extinguished, and the child sat there for three days and three nights.

Three days later, the child was exhausted, and the lamp was about to run out, and Li Fang and others, who received the task, arrived.