Blood opens the way, life sings to death.

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In the blink of an eye, more than ten years later, the rickety figure of the year has never appeared again. As for the ignorant boy back then, he has now grown into a sturdy young man.

Now I have enough ability to face life alone. It's time to set off on a journey to find the White Rose.

The people of the village were not too surprised by the disappearance of a Boro, and it seemed to them that sooner or later some people would leave the place and enter a wider world.

Walking through the forest outside the village, the firelight behind him had completely disappeared from his sight.

A peculiar feeling appeared in my heart. "Even if I go back the way I came, I can't go back. That place has completely disappeared from this world. ”

Through the gaps in the bald branches, Boro saw the white moon in the sky.

Unlike what you see in the village, the moon here is rounder and brighter, and it always feels like it's watching you. Maybe the white rose you're looking for is right there.

The crow stood on a black branch with its head tilted, staring at the man who was not of this world with only one large, bright black eye.

It's different from the village, it's very cold. Boro was now thrown into a winter lake, and although his soul was still awake, his body began to tremble involuntarily.

"I'll have to find another village first, or I'll freeze to death here. ”

But all around is a bare black branch, except for the fallen leaves on the ground. The only thing alive is perhaps the bright black feathered crow in the treetops.

"Do you know where the nearby village is?" asked Boro, trembling, to the crow.

The crow tilted his head, as if he hadn't figured out how this thing had come here.

"Looks like you don't like the way I look. Boro smiled wryly, and it seemed that he could only look for clues on his own.

An even colder air stream blew from the direction from which Boro had come.

The crow cried out loudly at the cold snap that swept in, but its cry did not have the slightest effect.

The branches of all the trees fell off one after another after being blown by the cold snap. Only a few of them are still intact on the trunk pointing north.

"Go that way. Boro said goodbye to the crow overhead and began to walk north.

The crow did not say goodbye to him politely, but flew far into the sky, its hoarse song echoing around for a long time.

Hum~ A pale red arrow shadow streaked across the sky, through the compact gap between the tree trunks, and the arrow continued to enlarge in the bright pupils of the crow......

White blood splattered into the sky. There was a reddish bloody arrow in the original bright eye.

Boro was unaware of what was happening behind him. I just walk with my head down, and when I am tired of walking, I want to stop and rest for a while, but there is always a coldness in the depths of my soul.

Different from the general cold, this kind of cold seems to be suffocating.

I don't know how long I've been walking, but the leaves above my head have begun to grow more and more, and the verdant black leaves have completely covered the sky, and even the bright white moon can't put its own hand here.

In the distance, between some thick tree trunks, orange-red firelight appeared in the eyes.

"Village!" Boro began to be ecstatic.

(His body begins to move forward, and his soul begins to cry.) ）

The bright moonlight finally caressed Boro's face once more, and the trees behind him were forgotten.

The strange sensations were gone, and even the crow's memories began to fade.

But...... Why did the village in front of him make him feel a little abnormal. Compared to where I've always lived, it's too quiet.

Even...... You can't even hear the dog barking.

When a stranger arrives, don't the dogs usually bark very vigorously?

"Excuse me, is anyone there? I'm from the next village...... It's so cold, can I stay with you for the night?" Boro walked into the village and shouted at the illuminated houses on either side.

I hope that someone will hear me and entertain me warmly. In the past, in the village, everyone met strangers and stayed like this.

However, you should not expect too much from this, although the distance between villages may not seem very far, but the customs and habits can vary greatly.

"The street is also very clean, and it seems that there were some kind of festivals and other events here not too long ago. But after a while, why is it gone?" Boro thought to himself, "Could it be that they are deliberately avoiding me?"

At the end of the street, there is a building that looks quite spacious, surrounded by walls made of loess, which should be able to accommodate many people.

"It's so cold, maybe they hide in the house to celebrate. Boro planned to go over and see it himself, and if there was really no one, he would simply find a random place to rest for the night.

"Sorry to disturb you......"

Boro slowly pushed the door open, and some red liquid fell from above the door panel, dripping onto his arm.

"What is this?" Boro, who had never seen blood before, curiously wiped the blood from his arm with his other hand.

A solemn fishy smell came to the nostrils, dispersed into the sky, and drifted into the distance with the cold wind.

"What does it smell like?" Boro wondered, "Why don't you light the lamp?"

Stepping into this dark earthen house, there is a sound of thumping and clattering under your feet, and this feeling is like returning to the black space when you met the white rose when you were a child.

The ground beneath your feet is so terrifying, but you don't know what these things are.

"Excuse me"

The 'man' who was touched by Boro collapsed weakly and fell into the red thick flowing under his feet.

The lights were lit, and a faint glow illuminated a small space around Boro.

A young girl stared at him with blank eyes.

"It's too dark here, I'm from the next village, and I want to spend the night......" Boro smiled awkwardly at the woman. "Leave early tomorrow morning. ”

"What are you doing here? Why are you splashing all this red water on the ground? It's so sticky. ”

The girl just stared at him blankly, without saying a word, and her mouth slowly opened. A wisp of bright red gradually flowed down, sliding down the body and painting into the ground.

"Why don't you speak?" Boro was a little strange, turned his head, and found that there was an uncle looking at him with a hideous face.

"I just want to spend the night here, so can I ......" Borro was also taken aback.

Before the words fell, the uncle's body began to collapse softly, and his two arms fell off for no reason.

"Uncle, your hands are all right!" Boro reached out and picked up his arm that was drenched in blood......

Suddenly there was a scream outside the house, and Boro hurriedly ran out.

The girl, who had not said a word, slowly raised her head and watched Boro leave the dim hut.