I don't know how many months later, in a lonely village, a depressed market, a little boy wrapped in a torn cloak was blocked by a group of young people in an alley and beaten. No matter how ruthless those people were, he just clenched the bread that had been gnawed in his hand, and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really hungry, I'm sorry..." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the little boy just kept repeating the words. "Hmph!" a few people seemed to be tired of playing, and kicked the foot again and the little boy turned around and prepared to leave. At this time, a man suddenly seemed to remember something, walked up to the boy, broke his fingers, snatched the bread from his hand, threw it in the garbage heap on the side, and said with a smile: "A black-haired imp like you is only worthy of picking up garbage to eat, hahaha..."

After the young men left, the little boy stood up, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and nose, and whispered, "I'm really sorry." He walked to the garbage heap, happily picked up the bread and patted the black ash on it, thinking to himself: Finally, there is bread to eat.

He hid his hand holding the bread in a torn cloak and happily ran to his "nest". As he trotted past a corner of the market, he suddenly stopped and walked back towards a child in ragged clothes. The boy kept begging passers-by for food, but none of the hurried passers-by seemed to notice him. The little boy walked up to him, crouched down, and asked, "Are you hungry?" and the boy let out an embarrassed "um", and his stomach began to gurgle in accord. The head that was already lowered was buried even lower at this time. The little boy saw his embarrassment, thought for a while, took out the bread in his hand, broke off a white, clean piece of bread, handed it to the child, and said, "Eat." The child took the bread and devoured it. Seeing the child's eating appearance, the little boy smiled, stood up and was just about to leave, when the child behind him suddenly shouted: "Thank you, big brother, by the way, what's your name, big brother?" The little boy hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Neil." Bye. Neil trotted into the distance without looking back, and a heavy "um" sound from behind him was heard.

It's night again, and the already desolate village becomes even more depressed. For some reason, the woods next to the village seem to be particularly lively tonight. Numerous fires gathered in one part of the forest, crowded with people, talking and laughing, some showing their pajamas, some holding their farm tools with their fingers, and some with crying children trying to look out of the crowd, and the people of the village surrounded little Neil. "Whoever believes what you say, the little bastard should be killed. Tell me what you're here for?" the man in the crowd who looked like the leader snapped at Little Neal. "It turned out that Thor, a fool who lived in the cellar with this imp, found out that this black-haired imp was Deba. "Oh, I've long thought this little ghost was wrong" "Look at his ugly black hair...", everyone said a word to little Neil in the center of the crowd, scolding and laughing. "I, I'm human," Neil cried out loudly. "Nonsense, look at that eye on the back of your hand, you say you're human, who believes you?!" "I'm really not Deba, I'm human, I'm a real person, Uncle Jimmy told me personally, I'm human..." "Stop pretending to be a ghost, by this time...""Hahaha, look at him like that...", people laughed and were happy. "I'm a human, I'm a human..."Little Neil screamed hard and was almost crazy, when he looked at the "smiling faces" of the people, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes were fixed on them, his trembling little hands slowly grabbed his chest, "poof", his slender fingers tore through the flesh and skin, piercing through the gaps in the ribs, "Knock knock", "Knock knock", a bright red life jumped between Neil's fingers, he shouted: "Look, this is my heart, I am a human." Everyone was stunned, all stunned, aware of the strangeness of everyone, Neil's little head suddenly lowered, and he muttered to himself, "Yes, why didn't I die?" "Quick, kill him!" An old farmer picked up the iron fork in his hand and slammed the sharp tips of his teeth into Neil's throat, Neil's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the crimson blood foamed out of his mouth, and then fell straight down. "Everyone, come and help!" the farmer shouted, and the other villagers who were still stunned also picked up the utensils in their hands and vented them on Neil's body to their heart's content.

It was a long time before the atrocity was coming to an end, "Chief, is it okay to leave it here like this?" and as the villagers gathered their things and prepared to leave, one of them asked the leader. "There's a coyote den around here, and I don't think I will see it tomorrow morning. Okay, it's getting late, let's go back. Led by the village chief, a group of people walked in the direction of the village.

I don't know how long the night has passed, and the moon is still high above the village. Suddenly, a piece of pure white swayed down from the sky, falling on Neil's bloody forehead, melting in. In a short time, a large amount of pure white sprinkled down from the sky, and by the white moonlight, it became even more crystalline, covering "Neil" with a thin layer and enveloping him.

"It turned out to be snow, so warm, so beautiful. Neil's eyes flickered as he spoke from his throat. The eye on the back of his left hand suddenly became agitated, greedily sucking the blood that flowed freely, scaring away the coyote that was still licking and eating the palm of his hand. The thin layer of snow on his body was lifted by the invisible wind, rising, turning into a faint pure white figure to embrace Neil, and then instantly turned into snow water, breaking through the bulging eye on the back of his hand due to the sucking of blood, and turned into a trickle and bubbled into Neil's chest. "Ahem," Neil coughed. His eyes looked vacantly in one direction, stared in that direction and slowly got up, limping towards it, and the figure of the rubbing remained on his shoulder. After walking for an unknown number of days and nights, he finally collapsed at the foot of a mountain like a walking corpse.

Ten years later, in a courtyard in the mountains, a young man dressed in black was lying on the eaves, his left hand wearing black gloves was inserted into his trouser pocket, squinting to observe the movement in the courtyard. Just then, an old man approached from another hallway. "Boom", a few darts thrown by the young man were calmly dodged by the old man shaking his head. He didn't think much about it, shook his limbs, and used his crooked fingers to manipulate the darts connecting the silk threads to attack the old man again, and just as the old man tried to dodge again, the darts exploded with a "thump". "Succeeded?" thought to the boy. A figure flashed out of the smoke and dust of the explosion, and seeing this, the cold-faced young man pulled out the saber at his waist and swooped down to slash at the figure. "Oh no, it's just a puppet!", just as he hurriedly put away his knife and prepared to be on guard, the old man suddenly appeared behind him and choked his neck. The corners of the boy's mouth lifted slightly, and his little finger gently hooked a silk thread. "Huh?" the boy narrowed his eyes and looked around. "Are you looking for this?Neil?" the old man raised his hand holding a dart in front of the boy. The boy rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, Master, I admit defeat." Just as the old man let go of the young man and was about to reprimand him, there was a knock on the door not far away.