He was a dozen feet tall, and his strong, muscular body was covered with blue-black fur, and his hooves like sheep's hooves trampled on the earth, leaving behind a series of footprints burning with cyan hellfire.

The monster's head barely made out of a human form, but the fine scales covered the entire face, except for the edges of the ears and some hairs on the top of the head that protruded from the gaps in the scales, and the hair on the top of the head was especially luxuriant, and the pale hair was draped behind it like a cloak.

At the edge of its forehead, two long spiral angles grew diagonally backwards, and the cyan flames in the center of the two horns formed a crown of royal power above its head.

It's not a very ugly monster, on the contrary, its image can even be called mighty, and in the eyes of some people with special diseases, such an image can even be called handsome.

However, the poor little girl just glanced at the monster that came out of the darkness, and felt a physical discomfort in her eyes, she kept retching, but she could not vomit anything after being hungry for a long time, her eyes tingled, and there was blood mixed with tears flowing down.

Dangerous, dirty, horrible, unclean, wicked, ugly,...... All kinds of similar words filled the little girl's mind in the blink of an eye, even the little girl who had not gone to school should not know so many words, as if the headache was about to blow up made her wail in pain.

This unknown monster is definitely not something that mortals can look at, and its very existence seems to represent the dark side of the world, rejected by all creatures with a heart for light.

"Well, you shouldn't have seen me."

In the midst of the pain, the little girl vaguely heard Mr. Monster's low sigh, and there was obvious pity and guilt in his voice.

The young girl could not bear the pain at all, she soon fainted, the burning match slipped from her hand, and under the light of the extinguishing embers, a series of footprints with cyan flames circled the little girl again before gradually disappearing with the sound of heavy footsteps.

The embers were extinguished, darkness reigned over everything, and the figure of the massive monster disappeared into the darkness as if everything were just phantoms.

...........

After a long time, in the alley, the unconscious little girl woke up, opened her eyes that were still stained with dried blood, and she gradually regained her vision under the slight stinging, and the first thing she felt was a biting cold, after all, it was a snowy winter, and it was already a miracle that the girl was not directly frozen to death in the coma just now.

However, what is even more strange is that there is a circle of snow around her, but the circle around the little girl is extremely dry, as if it has been baked by flames.

Thinking back to the Mr. Monster she had just met, the little girl couldn't help curling up in the corner, her heart occupied by fear had not yet regained its calm, her hands and feet were constantly shaking, half frozen, and half frightened.

After all, the cold prevailed over the fear, and the girl trembled and fumbled into her pocket, which had not yet run out of matches and could be used for warmth.

Mr. Monster must have left.

The little girl thought so.

The match struck the wall, and the faint light of the fire was lit here, bringing only a trace of warmth to the weak, poor and helpless girl, and by the light of the fire, the little girl looked around with a little caution this time.

Because she was afraid of seeing Mr. Monster again, she didn't dare to look up directly, but stared at the ground, moving forward little by little.

Suddenly, the girl's gaze froze, and in the light of the match's fire, there was a circle of footprints still burning with cyan flames.

The hoof-shaped footprints are definitely Mr. Monster's.

The little girl couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and shrank her head in fright, not daring to look at it again.

But it wasn't long before the child's natural curiosity took hold again, and she carefully probed her surroundings again.

However, as soon as she looked past the flaming footprints, a bunch of sharp claws came into the little girl's sight.

Forehead....

The slightly stunned girl raised her head a little stiffly, and saw countless scarlet eyes in the darkness staring at her with greedy gaze.

It was the look in the eyes of a beast that had been hungry for a long time when it saw its prey.

The frightened little girl retreated to the corner of the wall once again, holding her head and squatting, trembling, she could already imagine her next end.

At this moment, the little girl once again remembered the story that her grandmother had told her.

.....

"Baby, you have to remember that when it gets dark, you must go home, back to a place where the fire is shining."

By the warm fire, the grandmother who knitted a sweater said kindly to the little girl.

"Why?"

The younger girl asked innocently.

"Because there are monsters in the dark, there are a lot of monsters, and they specialize in eating children who don't go home when it's dark, but the monsters are afraid of light, as long as you come home before dark, you'll be safe, and the Lord of the Flame will bless us."

Grandma explained.

..........

"Grandma's words are true, I'm going to be eaten by a monster in the dark."

The weak, pitiful, helpless little girl who could only hold her head in the corner and squat in the corner thought desperately, she had closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at what was going on.

And yet, a second, two seconds, three seconds...

After a long time, the scene of imagining herself being torn apart by a monster like a doll did not appear, and the little girl opened her eyes in fear, and she looked at the monster beyond the footprints, and found that they were still surrounded outside, and did not dare to approach her in the slightest.

What are they afraid of?

The little girl, who was a little precocious because of the cruelty of life, quickly realized this.

Then, she looked down at the footprints that circled her.

Thinking back to the sigh she heard before she fell unconscious, the little girl seemed to understand something.

"Mr. Monster turned out to be a good man."

As if she had found the backbone, the little girl squatting in the corner showed a sweet smile.

The little girl who had overcome her fear raised the match in her hand and looked directly at the monsters who regarded her as food for her mouth by the faint light of the fire, and soon she found a way out.

It was a path that had been deliberately vacated by the monsters, just because the footprints of cyan flames burning in the center of the road had not yet been extinguished.

The continuous footprints continued to stretch outward, and it seemed to be the direction out of the city.

The little girl propped herself up with some difficulty, and endured the pain in her head that had not completely dissipated, she took out all the matches in her pocket and counted them.

There are 49 left.

"It should be enough."

The little girl said to herself.

Then, the little girl, dressed in tatters, walked barefoot, in the snow, along the unextinguished footprints, holding matches, towards the outside of the city.

On both sides are rows of tall monsters of different shapes, most of their bodies are hidden in the dark, unable to see clearly, only revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, unwilling to watch the little girl gradually fade away.

They could do nothing but scare the little girl in the middle of the road with a terrifying gesture.

I didn't dare to do it.