What I saw was indeed mouth-watering food, a lean piece of meat that had been set up on a fire pit, though pitifully small, about the size of a hare or the thigh of a full-grown rooster, and the fire pit was not a fire pit, and the few thin branches of the trees were put together to make a faint fire, probably the only dry wood that could be found in the vicinity, which had not yet been wet to the point of being unusable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Such a small fire, in fact, can't cook meat at all, and Sora has followed the men for so many nights, so he naturally understands these things.

But in such a world, even such a piece of meat that cannot be roasted through is still a lifesaver for some people, standing a little farther away, I saw a man pick up a super simple shelf made of three branches, tear it into two parts, one for a woman, one for a child, and the child was tightly embraced between men and women.

A fire pit, a piece of meat, three people, crowded into a small fortress-like house made of stones, only enough to squeeze the three of them, most of the stones used to build were broken and scorched, and the position of the empty station was just enough to enter his eyes through the broken gaps.

The man held a stick that he picked up from nowhere, and stared at the "fortress" from time to time with hungry saliva, and the woman immediately handed over the meat in her hand that she had bitten down two bites, and then looked hungry, picking up the meat that was dropped by the child and stuffing it into his mouth, and the man covered his stomach.

Sora wanted to step on the feet of the past, and couldn't help but stop.

"Will you wake up if you eat meat?" The empty voice echoed in the cold air, and no one responded, "I, do I want to come?" He burst into tears, the tears were hot, and as they slid down, they stuck to the face of another person, whose face was cold, as cold as the air around him.

A mournful cry of a dog pierced through the trembling air, and I saw a dirty stray dog screaming and rushing out, and the man rushed out of the fortress with a club, standing in front of his house and shouting angrily, it was probably a hungry dog, everyone was hungry, not to mention the dog itself that had become human food. Sora didn't know if he was mistaken, but when the man waved his arm, a wisp of almost transparent green smoke rose from the stick in his hand.

He didn't think to wonder why he could see so clearly from such a distance, as if he had ignored the distance and placed the distant scene in front of him.

Thinking of those nights, he suddenly understood that he could not approach at all, that one fortress, one fire pit, three people surrounded together, was a whole that could not be disturbed.

The dog ran away, too exaggerated and miserable and panicked for the man's fear, probably the lucky one who had survived from the human minions, and took a few steps to the side, probably just sympathy from touching the scene, chasing the figure of the dog who fled in the wilderness, but his eyes fell on the back of the broken wall.

A young man with long silver-gray hair, leaning against the wall and about to fall on the snow, the dog ran over the broken wall, and its speed gradually slowed down, it stopped in front of the young man, and wandered in front of the young man, the young man was paralyzed on the ground motionless and silent, his face was bloodless, like an abandoned object of an ice sculpture.

Perhaps because they felt that they were the same thing, the dog was not afraid of the large man who suddenly appeared nearby, and let out a few weak barks at the boy.

"Wang ......" The young man also stared at the dog that ran in front of him, and heard the sound of his throat squeezing out as thin as a mosquito and a fly.

Another, like him, stood in front of the fortress with the bonfire, not daring to step near, but just looked at it from afar, envious, fearful, and lonely. Despite being so far away, the boy noticed Sora's existence incredibly, and tilted his head slightly as if he was trying to do his best, and met Sora's gaze, Sora was a little overwhelmed, and immediately turned away.

I don't know where to go, I don't know how long I walked, but the figures slumped on both sides of the street were lying backwards on both sides of the field of vision, from the ruins to the barren meadows where no people were inhabited.

"Obviously you said this to me, if you don't want others to be sad, don't die easily, these are what you told me, but you didn't do it. ”

The back of ......the tall man who was carrying empty finally fell to the ground.

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When he got up again, it was drizzling red all around, and the sticky raindrops hit his body, and the warm feeling that seemed real and fake, as if it was not rain.

The headache tormented his newly awakened brain, as if an electric current was running through the nerves in his brain, and his still blurry vision rose and fell. Sora lifted his head so weak that it was about to shake back, his vision was a burning red, and the familiar rugged back knelt on the ground in the distance.

"Big... Uncle?" he muttered in confusion, very strangely, all he could hear was the crackling sound of the flames, no wind or birdsong, and no smell of burning, like a picture of impaired sound quality.

For some reason, he was clearly taken away by the mad horse, only to wake up and return to this parted crossing.

"Is that you?" he didn't know how much strength he still had to scream, but he still tried his best to withdraw his voice.

It wasn't too far away, but the bearded man didn't seem to hear the cry of the air at all, and he still maintained his back-to-back posture, he staggered up and shook his body, waving his arms wildly, and his magic power was transformed into countless splashes of water that scattered in all directions, fighting against the constant flames.

But in the face of the outnumbered enemy, he was still quickly defeated, being suppressed to the ground again and again, and the tongue of fire rolled on the bearded man's clothes, burning the cloth and skin, and the bearded man's mouth could be heard with the sound of patience and pain.

"Even if, even if you knew from the beginning that this was a road of no return, at least this child is ......innocent," Sora heard the bearded man say, and then saw that he was hit by a fireball that was too dense to resist, and his leaning body seemed to hang back.

"He should, continue to live, ...... well"

Hollow said no, why didn't you come up to the carriage with us, why did you stay there and fight those guys who were too many to fight against, that would only be a waste of injury.....

He just didn't know that even the wagon carrying them would have no chance of making it to the village if no one stayed there to be bait.

Wearing armor and cloaks on their backs, the soldiers of the Daylight Realm stood quietly on both sides in rows, most of them sat on the ground casually, dozens of pairs of godless eyes stared at the figure running forward in the air, and did not stop or even approach the sky, like a group of bystanders outside, and the sky had no time to take care of them. The miserable figure of the bearded man falling one after another continued to reflect into the empty pupils, and the water that he didn't have time to release, mixed with the blood gushing out of him, was scattered, turning into red droplets of water that covered the top of the empty head behind him like rain, and those water droplets passed through the empty body.

Sora was frightened and sad, he was already running very hard, his frozen and scabbed legs had long been numb and weak, and he was only supported by an indescribable force, but why, the back of the bearded man had always been so far away, as if he was running, and the scene in front of him was also pulling away at the same speed, and he couldn't catch up.

"In a different way from our people, to have a longer, better home......" The bearded man kept losing his only vitality, and there were still words in his mouth, he didn't talk to anyone else, he just talked to himself, as if he wanted to finish what he wanted to say at the end of his life.

"Ah, it's been so long, father, my wife, my son....." The bearded man finally knelt on the ground, his legs could not complete the action of standing up again, a shining thing fell to the ground, and there was a black cloak swaying in the flames in front of it, and the person under the cloak was slightly attached to the falling object, and then as if angry, he stepped on it.

"I can finally see you......"

Sora shouted "Don't!", "Stop!", he had seen the man fall, and he could not see another one, and the countless figures leaning against the wall behind him cast puzzled glances at him as they ran. Sora saw that the man in the cloak had condensed the same thing in his hand as before, no longer a single fireball, but in the blink of an eye, seven or eight fiery spears appeared in the sky.

The bearded man was lying on the ground, his head could not be raised, and all the blood was flowing from under his body.

"Stop!" "Stop!" the hysterical cry, Sora thought that he would be able to pounce on the bearded man in the next second, although he didn't know what kind of magic he was, but if he could use it again like before, he could transfer the flame spear away, and he could save the bearded man somewhat.

Out of Sora's sights, what the bearded man had delivered to him shone brightly in the inner pocket of his clothes.

The cloaked man's hand swung down, like a bell to finalize the execution, and the spears all fell, piercing all parts of the bearded man's body, and the flames began to spread, about to crawl all over the man's body, completely burning him to ashes.

Everything settled, the speed of the empty slowed down, he continued to move forward sluggishly, he was so desperate to get close before, but the distance did not decrease at all, now the bearded man is going to die, the distance that will not exceed a hundred steps will not be more than a hundred steps, and finally it has become normal and can be reduced, the empty eyes are like dead ashes, and slowly walked behind the bearded man.

He also knelt on the ground, wanting to touch the man, his hands hugged forward, but he threw himself into the air, and his body passed directly through the bearded man's body and lay on the ground.

Even if you get close, you can't touch it.

"Why, I just met you, and I want to follow you farther away......" Sora said with tears in his eyes, he couldn't touch the man, and now he didn't know if he could hear his words.

"Although you can't hear what I'm saying anymore, Sora, it's great to meet you at last," Sora was stunned, and the faint voice of the bearded man was in his ears, the bearded man couldn't hear his words, but he could hear the man's voice, "Let those of us who are dead in our hearts leave without scruples......"

"It is you who make us feel once again that no matter who is born in this world, there will always be someone who will love you......" The bearded man continued, and Sora continued to cry, "so also, try to love others, no matter what painful things happen to you......"

"Great Queen of the Night, if you can hear ......" The bearded man was kicked away by the cloaked man's hard kick in the middle of his words, as if some words in the words angered the other party, Sora raised his head in shock, and the moment he turned around, he glanced at the cloaked man's exposed wrist, the wrist of the man who hurt the bearded man, and the man's skin was imprinted with incomparably complex red lines.

Lying next to the bearded man, he knew that his voice could not be heard by the man, but what else could he do except shout hard, so he slowly lowered his weak head, still directly through the bearded man's body, against the ground, and felt the coldness of the snow and the stickiness of the earth between his foreheads.

"Must, well, live......" The bearded man's eyes lost color, and his voice was so small that he couldn't hear it, "Now I'm going to accompany you, my child, can you forgive my father for me......"

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In a field immediately outside the town, a noble woman and her servants stood in the darkness behind a tree, observing the empty figure in the middle of the field, the empty pocket was shining brightly, and a nearly transparent field unfolded around him, and the interior of the field, the surrounding space was distorted into another image, like a projector that could turn the picture into reality.

"The real thing is on his body. The servant whispered to the side, fingers twisting a tiny shard, glowing with the same color as the hollow's.

"It will be ours in the future, and he needs to be guided now, in our place, to gradually approach all the fragments that are kept by the Moon Night Realm. The woman said.

"My lord, do you believe in my strength?"

"I believe, but I also believe in the other side, my sister sent down her strongest priest to rule this half of the world, using the whole world as a mechanism to store and protect the fragments, maybe you can get away with it this time, but it may not be effective every time, we all need a longer time to create the 'lock', this time is the time to get the 'key'," the woman said, "We have used this kind of war, but it still has no results." ”

"We're not gods, we're just playing this role, and I'm always worried that you don't remember that," the woman said after a moment, "and don't think of yourself as a chess player at any time." ”

"I see, take your word to heart. The servant spoke, but the hand under the cloak was twisting the tiny fragment.

"Now, wait, it's not time to guide," said the woman, "he's perfect in constitution, and can help us to smelt the key, and he's a perfect furnace." ”

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Sora didn't know how long he had been crying, it was like he had dried all his tears, the light in his pocket that he hadn't noticed had disappeared, and the scenery around him was no longer the woods he had been forced to flee from, there was no burning fire around him, no unknown killer, and no bearded man's body.

It was a completely unfamiliar place, and he could only make out about it, and not far from it was the town from which he had come, and a little further along, he could see the avenue where the carriage had come.

Sora was already proficient in activating the magic power, so he found the tree next to the field and sat down on the spot, looking at the strange world from afar, and then lowered his head to look at the flame in the palm of his hand, the flame he could summon was actually smaller and smaller than at the beginning, as if he was only enough to summon this flame in this life, and it would gradually disappear until it disappeared.

This flame is probably the last relic that the men can give him, and he can use it to remember.

He began to think about the bearded man, he thought about the tall man, he thought of the first time he ran wildly after the miracle of the night sky, fell off the cliff, and woke up to the bearded man carefully trying to have a good relationship, thinking about the temperature and light of the fire, and the fragrance of sweet potatoes gradually roasted and cooked on the flame.

I wanted the tall man to take him to practice guns, they hunted together, they wanted the bearded man to teach him magic, they ate around the fire pit together, and I wanted the tall man to sit and watch every night. Thinking that the tall man doesn't like to talk, but the bearded man always talks endlessly, wants the tall man to talk about his younger brother, wants the bearded man to talk about his hometown, his father built a stable and a field, and he has to take himself back to his hometown to bake more sweet potatoes, which are probably almost ripe.

Empty for a moment, and then vigorously gouge open the dirt under him, this is a piece of heaven and earth, he was guided by the scene that appeared in front of his eyes when the bearded man died, and finally ran to this place, here is the last thing that the bearded man left him!

His body was covered with wet and sticky mud, and finally after digging almost half a meter away, he found the first unripe sweet potato buried underneath from the ground, but it could still keep himself alive when roasted over fire.

Sora cried again, holding the sweet potato, holding it hard.

"I, I'll live, I'll live to show you," he endured the pain of his heart being torn apart, tilted his head up to the sky, and choked, "Look at me, look at me, I can do it, I will live." ”

They died, but they tried to keep themselves alive, and if they died in this snow again, would they be sad?

I can't let the two of them be sad, I must live.

He sat in the field for two days with the sweet potato in his arms, and he buried the tall man nearby, and found the bearded man's house, which had been reduced to ruins, and the stable, and he piled them together and piled them on top of the burial place of the tall man, and the horse stayed with him for one more day, and when he fell in the snow and never got up, he buried the horse too.

Sora stuffed the sweet potatoes into his clothes and protected them, avoiding the original villagers who roamed the streets as much as possible along the way, he got lost at first, spun around like a fly without a head, and finally after bypassing a house that had not completely collapsed, he saw the boy who seemed to be smaller than himself against the wall.

The silver-gray haired boy was already lying on the snow, dying, and Sora was a little panicked, and when he got closer, he found that he still had his eyes open, and his fingers were still shaking slightly, but fortunately, he was still alive.

"Can I, sit down next to you?" Sora told himself, trying to smile, and he remembered that he woke up as a bearded man, grinning and hoping he wouldn't act so intimidating, "Here you go." He pulled the sweet potato out of his clothes and placed it in front of the boy's face.

The boy's gaze was attracted, he saw the sweet potato first, and then tried to move his head against the ground, trying to see the comer.

"It's raw now, but I have a way to make it delicious," he said calmly, repeating to himself in his heart, "though I don't know how I did it myself," he held out his hand, and the flame appeared in his palm, "It's amazing, I'll use this thing to bake sweet potatoes." ”

He took two deep breaths and felt that he had a smile on his face before turning his head to look at the young man.

"Let's eat together, what's your name? My name is Sora, the emptiness of the night sky. ”

Is that so, uncle, is that your face to me waking up, is this such a feeling and feeling, hollow thought.

The boy's eyes widened, but it was only a subtle amplitude that was not easy to detect, as if he was surprised, and what was reflected in his eyes was a boy holding food in one hand and controlling the fire in the other, smiling, behind the boy, the haze in the sky seemed to be about to disperse, and in his pupils, a starry spot was cast.

"I, I don't have a name......"

"That'...... I thought, "Sora racked his brains, "I'll call you ......"

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