To the east of the Eastern Wilderness, there is a vast ocean, near the land, the sea water is clear, and there are abundant marine life such as fish, shrimp, crabs and shellfish, which feeds countless villages and cities in the coastal area.

After a certain range, the water becomes darker and darker, and there are fewer and fewer marine creatures. And as you go deeper, you will encounter more and more strange events.

It is rumored that in the depths of the ocean, there was a god who fell with hatred, and the resentment after the fall polluted the entire sea, and all creatures that entered it would be cursed by the hatred of the god before the fall, resulting in strange events.

There is also a legend that in the depths of the ocean, there are earth-shattering treasures, and if you get these treasures, you can soar in the day and become an immortal.

But the treasure is guarded by a peerless demon, and in order to prevent someone from looting it, the peerless demon has turned the sea area into a dead place.

There have been countless powerful people who have chosen to go to the depths of the ocean to find opportunities because of their lack of lifespan or because of stagnation in their cultivation, but none of these people have appeared on the mainland since then.

At least, in all the historical records of the continent, no one was able to return safely.

Over time, no one dared to set foot in the depths of the ocean. And here, it has also become a forbidden area for life.

But the people who can discuss these rumors are always people who are not strong enough.

Because for some people and some forces, this is not a forbidden area, but the cost of entering it is too great, and there is no matching benefit, and no one is willing to try it easily.

What everyone thinks is not necessarily right.

Because at this very moment, there are human beings living in it.

On an island that would shock anyone when they saw it, in the dense jungle, there was a stream seven or eight meters wide with a gentle current.

It used to be occupied by several orc races, but later, three humans carved out a sphere of influence here, and those orcs moved away from this place one after another, and even the powerful orcs who occasionally passed by here no longer set foot halfway.

Later, there was an additional human child on the island, and this place became the base for this child.

By the stream, next to the carcass of an unknown beast like a hill, a young boy of about five or six years old kept wiping away tears.

The little boy was barefoot, with his upper body bare, and only a piece of animal skin was wrapped around his lower body, because of the perennial exposure to the sun, his exposed skin was somewhat dark.

At this time, the swarthy little boy had been whispering his thoughts, his right arm hanging weakly, and his left hand kept wiping away his tears.

On the chest, there was a five-inch-long, shocking, deep bone scar.

The scars were still bleeding outward, and the flesh was turned outward, and there were already blackened places.

The cry grew quieter, and he sniffled, and his eyes glared at a small snow-white fox outside the forest not far away.

The snow-white fox is the only creature on the island that the swarthy boy has allowed to get close to the stream.

"Look at it! I'm not allowed to cry for a while! I can see every time I hide here and cry!"

The swarthy little boy said, placing his left hand on his right shoulder, and with a little force, he connected his dislocated right arm. At the same time, he did not forget to threaten the snow-white little fox fiercely: "If you peek at me again, you will be stripped of your skin at night, roasted and eaten!"

As if the little dark boy's threat had played some role, the little white fox ran back two steps, and then turned to look at the little dark boy again.

In his eyes, there was some sympathy.

The little swarthy boy clawed his fingers, pulled a piece of flesh from the carcass of the mountain-like beast, and threw it at the little snow-white fox. Then he grabbed some herbs from the other side of his body, chewed them and pressed them down the wound on his chest.

The sharp pain of "Si~" made the swarthy little boy gasp, but he who was secretly wiping his tears just now gritted his teeth and stopped making any sound.

Fine beads of sweat fell, and the small body, which should have been weak but already somewhat strong, began to tremble.

Finally, after some time, the swarthy little boy let out a sigh of relief, took off the herb, and poured his body into the stream.

The stream was shallow, just below the chest of the little swarthy boy.

As soon as I lay down in the stream, the color began to turn ruddy and the wound miraculously began to heal.

This set of movements, the swarthy little boy is not a trace of jerky, and can even be called proficient.

Skillful is distressing.

This stream has a miraculous healing effect on trauma. And the little swarthy boy gets injured almost every day, so he comes to the stream almost every day for a dip.

"Today's injury, it is estimated that it will take a while to heal. The swarthy little boy thought.

After a few more slow breaths, he gradually closed his eyes.

He's tired!

Now he just wants to sleep beautifully, and when he wakes up, he will send the corpse of the mountain-like beast to the three old immortals.

"Old immortal" is the name of the swarthy little boy to the three old people in the family, and it is also the only curse word he can grasp now, and this sentence is also stolen from the usual conversation of the three old immortals.

In the stream, the swarthy boy's breathing became steady, and he gradually fell into a dream. And the boy who entered the dream suddenly grinned at the corners of his mouth, his face was full of smiles, and he called out softly "Mother"

Out of the corner of his eye, another tear slipped down.

This tear was caught with its paw by the little snow-white fox who came over at an unknown time, and put it to his mouth and tasted it.

It's bitter.

Looking at the swarthy little boy in his sleep, the little snow-white fox gently swept his hair with his tail, sniffled as well, and curled up on a tall stone beside him.

The stream just didn't pass the body of the snow-white little fox, and blood splashed on the hind legs of the stream swinging.

Beside this little boy of the human race, the snow-white little fox can always feel a trace of warmth that is different from the sun's rays.

This feeling is very comfortable, and it is so comfortable that the snow-white little fox also wants to sleep.

But just as the little snow-white fox was about to fall asleep, it suddenly sprang up again, staring closely at the depths of the forest, and the snow-white fur exploded, where it felt a great threat.

Looking at the swarthy little boy beside him, the snow-white little fox showed a determined gaze and wanted to rush out to the side.

But at this time, a small dark hand took it into his arms.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you, I'm here!" the swarthy little boy said affirmatively, opening his eyes, getting up.

The snow-white little fox licked the wound on the dark boy's chest and shook his head as if he understood.

The swarthy little boy grinned and said, "I'm also a cultivator who has been through a hundred battles, as long as something in the forest dares to come over, I dare to slap it to death." ”

He has always lived in the jungle, and his sense of danger is stronger than that of ordinary wild beasts.

As soon as the little snow-white fox lay down beside him, the little swarthy boy already knew that there was a dangerous creature in the woods.

At that time, he had already woken up.

The little swarthy boy was holding the snow-white fox in his left hand, and the small fist in his right hand was already clenched.

The things that dared to wander around the scope of the three old immortals divided into "territories" were far from being as easy to deal with as they said.

If you usually encounter it, you will run as far as you can with the little fox. But now I have an injury in my body, and I can't run, and I can't run away, and my injury is not only in my chest.

Can you really let the little fox attract the attention of that thing outside, and then run for his life?

The swarthy little boy glanced at the blood stains on the hind legs of the snow-white little fox, and unconsciously hugged the snow-white little fox to his chest with his left hand.

In fact, as early as the first time the swarthy little boy met the snow-white little fox, they had already subconsciously regarded each other as their relatives.

The same form of loneliness, the same loneliness.

"Three old immortals, whether I die today or not depends on your deterrent. ”

The swarthy little boy thought silently in his heart, and then raised his little hand and waved it towards the woods, shouting, "Come on, come here without fear of death!"

The little snow-white fox was no longer struggling, and its fur was smoothed back, and it also showed its fangs towards the forest.