The moon worship ceremony does not begin until 1 a.m.

However, at about eight o'clock in the evening, the beautiful zombies came to the altar in twos and threes.

The so-called altar is actually just a large open square.

There is a stage in the center of the square, and it is said that the moon festival (host) will come up at 1 a.m. and lead everyone in the ceremony.

Ilan and Tatu clasped their hands and looked around, looking like they were gathering something.

Aldo led me to the beach near the square.

We sat on the steps, with the most beautiful beach in the world, Paradise Beach, surrounded by silent, slow-paced Winter Grave Stars.

Aldo told me that the "moon sacrifice" of the Winter Grave Star is actually very different from the ritual of sacrifice as understood by earthlings.

"The 'moon' is a conversation with the god, the 'moon,'" Aldo told me, "and we don't know if the 'moon' they are offering is the real moon or some kind of symbol in the culture of the Winter Grave people." ”

As I listened to Aldo's long recounting of the moon festivals, I grew bored and tired.

Actually, I'm more interested in Aldo's sister Ilan and her lover Tatu. ，

"The combination of earthlings and winter grave people is against the laws of nature, right?" I bring this up again.

"Why do you ask?" There was a hint of displeasure in Aldo's brown eyes.

"I'm just guessing,......" I said, taking two deep breaths, "mixed-race orientation—they're not heterosexual, are they?" ”

"Who's half-blooded?" Aldo squeezed out a smile unnaturally, but still couldn't hide his panic.

"You, and they—" I pointed with my chin to Ilan and Tatu, who were sitting in the middle of the altar hugging each other, "You're all half-bloods, aren't you?" ”

Aldo seemed to be going through a severe struggle inside, and after a while, he finally nodded and admitted, "How do you see that?" ”

"I should have found out last night." I remembered Aldo's remarks about half-bloods, "But you've covered it up so well that I've overlooked what makes you special." ”

"Haha, Mr. Kang Rong is the one who is different." Aldo retracted his smile.

My hand was confused, "The opposite sex is not attractive to you......

"You are even born with some kind of defect in your genes......

"That means you can't have offspring......

"It's like two species that are reproductively isolated, even if they have a new generation after special treatment, this next generation is ......"

I was suddenly silenced - the remaining three words were stuck in my throat.

"The next generation is a defective product, isn't it?" Aldo's brow tightened, and his eyes deepened, "This is the law of nature that you believe in?" ”

"It's just a recognized law of nature." I avoided his scrutinizing gaze.

"You're old-fashioned." Aldo's voice turned cold.

"Hmm." I don't deny it.

"Essentially, we're the same." Aldo suddenly came up to me, "Mr. Kang Rong, you are a defective product among the earthlings, and I just have an additional identity as a defector. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about......" I shifted to the side, avoiding his strong breath.

"Why can't you accept your differences? Why should you measure yourself by the laws that others believe in? Aldo's tone became increasingly aggressive.

"You misunderstood, I didn't mean to discriminate against you." I was careful with my words, "I'm not targeting you either, I'm just going to take matters into account...... Please don't get involved in my personal ......."

Aldo gritted his teeth, "Whites discriminate against blacks, Aryans discriminate against Jews...... Heterosexuality discriminates against non-heterosexuality, and both Earthlings and Wintergraves discriminate against mixed-race ......

"That's discrimination."