"That's not the case!" Ammo never knew that his birth had caused so much suffering to his loved ones. He has always imagined himself as the crystallization of love and happiness, and came into this world in a sweet atmosphere.

"Both are dead!" the reality is cold, like the ruthless words of grandma, "Your father and your grandfather, falling into the hands of the Light Disciples will be the end of the fire." And your mother, after blowing herself up, it was completely over. ”

"Mom!" the mournful Elmo really didn't know that his story was so tragic. He cried and jumped out of the cellar and ran towards the endless wilderness, wanting to run away and shake off his miserable fate. Since he was very young, he knew the news of his parents' death, but today's story still stings his heart. This pain suppressed the heart, and I panicked in my heart, and I could only use desperate running and snoring to release the pressure.

After running for a long time, the sun was already high, and the exhausted Aimo returned to the big rock that he had fished yesterday, and it seemed that only here gave him a slight sense of security. There was no wind under the rocks, and the sun was warm and warm, like a mother's gentle comfort.

It turned out that he could enter the Weeping Swamp, and he could eat white fish, but it was born in the Weeping Swamp. But when the soul possessed the body, he let his mother throw it out, so he could also survive in the outside world.

But this opportunity to travel between the two lines is also a very dangerous fate, like walking on the edge of a knife, and the slightest carelessness is a disaster of death. It's no wonder that grandma told her not to let her enter the weeping swamp casually, for fear of encountering the danger of soul breaking, after all, every creature that comes out of the bitter swamp is a mess of flesh.

Aimo gradually stopped crying, and what made him sober from his grief was the burning hunger in his stomach, and how to satisfy his stomach became a more important problem at the moment.

In fact, just one step, you can step into the warm crying swamp and enjoy the delicious white fish, but this step out not only adds a lot of variables to yourself, but also definitely provokes grandma to be angry, scolded and punished, and the heavenly mother definitely doesn't want to see it.

Under the double test of morality and physiology, Aimo chose a more difficult moral path, and he struggled inwardly to leave this water and head towards the land of flowers in the east, to pick red fruits.

Yesterday the road was easy, and it took a while to get there, but today it was so long that it was impossible to get there.

The cold north wind blew again, the bright sun had no temperature, the thin old clothes could not warm the body at all, the joints of Aimo's whole body began to tighten, and the toes that had already been frozen were no longer perceptual at all, so he could only move forward with wood.

"Let's go back, just eat a white fish, small ones are fine, and it will be warm up in no time. In Aimo's mind, a villain jumped out and tried to bewitch, "If you go any further, you will freeze to death, it is better to eat a white fish to survive." ”

"Don't turn back!" another villain jumped out and retorted to the villain with the white fish on his head, "Listen to grandma, and don't go into the weeping swamp." Just go eat red fruits, and don't make any more mistakes. ”

"Grandma can't see it, just don't say it!" The villain in his mind held the white fish and munched on it, "The white fish is much more delicious than the red fruit." ”

"Boom. The little man swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, holding the small wild fruit in his hand, his will began to be unfirm, but his mouth was still strong, "Just eat the red fruit, grandma is happy." ”

"Red Fruit Fruit!" Just before Elmo's will was shaken, his eyes finally caught the red fruit forest, and his body suddenly gained strength, and he stumbled and pounced. On this section of the road just now, my stomach was too hungry, my body was already frozen, and my hands and feet were not dexterous.

Holding his hand under his armpit and covering it vigorously, Aimo barely straightened his fingers, grabbed a red fruit, and pulled it down vigorously. The sharp spikes of the branch instantly pierced the skin of the palm, and with the inertia, a long wound was cut.

Yesterday, there was a white fish hot flow to heal the wound, and the wound could quickly stop bleeding, but today there is no white fish in the stomach, and this blood can't stop, and it falls into the thorn bushes bit by bit, like a bright plum blossom.

With a snap, the hungry Aimo ate the fruit viciously, despite the fact that his palm was still bleeding, and he ate the fruit viciously first. The ripe wild fruit is crisp and sweet, but it is so cold that it is like gnawing on ice. In the cold winter, the whole body is frozen through, and even the most delicious ice fruit is not as good as the white fish that warms the stomach.

But Aimo didn't dare to look back, this path was chosen by his grandmother, maybe it was his own life, happiness has never been related to him, and suffering is commonplace.

I barely swallowed a few wild fruits, and my stomach was not so hot and uncomfortable, but the cold flesh went down to my stomach, and I soon felt sick in my stomach. It's just that this feeling is better than the taste of hunger, which gives him the strength to pinch the wound on his palm and barely stop the bleeding. After eating something, my fingers became more skillful and nimble, and I was able to avoid the spikes of the branches and pick the fruit.

Aimo kept eating until the wild fruits were full of his throat, and he didn't stop his mouth, but the cold red fruits didn't give him a sense of fullness, just let him know that he had eaten enough. After that, Aimo reluctantly picked some more fruit and stuffed it into his shirt pocket, and did not dare to pick up the fruit in his shirt today, the weather was too cold.

At this time, the sun was almost west, and Aimo did not dare to relax, for fear that he would not be able to return to the cellar before sunset, and spending the night in the cold wasteland would be a dead end. Yesterday he was flying like a bird, but now he is staggering, and the wild fruits in his pocket are so heavy, so that he has the idea of discarding a few from time to time, but he thinks about his grandmother's thin body, and he is still reluctant to give up.

The way home was so far, and the shadow behind him was getting longer and longer, and it seemed to be dragging down the footsteps. The sun was setting so fast that it seemed that he couldn't bear to take a second look at the suffering in the world, so he had to hide in the wild grass early to see what he was not bored.

Against the bitterly cold wind, Elmo struggled all the way to the cellar with the sunset.

"Grandma, I'm back. Aimo reluctantly took the wild fruit out of his pocket, and then slipped into the bed. The cellar was also cold and gloomy, but fortunately there was no cold wind, and there was a kind grandmother.

"Don't go out tomorrow, let's talk about it when it's warmer. My old body bones, it's okay if you don't eat it for a few days. Grandma covered Aimo with a quilt and felt very sorry for the child's hardships, but the time was not right, some things could not be done, and she could only stay up for another month to end this hard journey.

"Well, you're all thin. "Aimo is very filial, and he is afraid that his grandmother will also leave him. Only with grandma can there be care, with grandma the cellar is not so cold, and with grandma this is a home. If you don't have a grandmother, what's the point of being alone, "I've grown up, it's okay to be miserable." I'll pick it up early tomorrow and I'll be sure to bring back a few more. I'm never going into the Crying Swamp again, don't worry, grandma. ”

"A good grandson is obedient, and grandma believes in you. Go to sleep. The old woman held the cold wild fruit, her heart was warm, and this family affection was also the most she couldn't give up. The child is so sensible, which also makes her very hesitant.

The Weeping Swamp is the most mysterious place on the Nagisa Moon Continent, and it is also the most vicious forbidden area for life, no one can resist the suppression of the Weeping Swamp spirit, not even the empty-eyed Light Pope. Now that the old woman has been promoted to Night Moor, she is still very afraid of the Weeping Swamp.

I can't figure out why the mysterious soul oppression of the Crying Swamp can confuse the mind, which is not recorded in the Book of Night. Although she had never seen the Book of the Night, she had heard her grandmother say that the Book of the Night was the oldest scroll in the Nagisa Moon Continent, older than the scriptures of the God of Light, which recorded all the history of the Nagisa Moon Continent from the mythological era to the present, and was the most precious book in the world.

At that time, she was still young, and when she heard her grandmother say this, she asked curiously how thick the Book of the Night should be when so many things were recorded. The childish questioning used to make the older generation laugh, and this laughter seems to be audible to this day. But even such a profound treasure book does not record the mysteries of the Weeping Swamp, and it is vague about the strangeness of the soul oppression of the Weeping Swamp, but only warns everyone not to enter it under any circumstances.

Elmo is a special case, he is not a Creature of the Crying Swamp, but he was born in the Crying Swamp, so he can live in the Crying Swamp for a short time. But this 30,000-mile devil's forbidden land is too terrifying, and the old woman is not willing to let her grandson suffer any accidents, in order to minimize the danger, no matter how difficult life is, she still resolutely restricts Aimo from entering it. Even if it adds difficulties to the child's life, it can't be destroyed for the sake of temporary speed.

The exile of the Night Clan was due to the curse of the God of Light, but also because of the belief in the Night God. On the continent ruled by the god of light, he was not allowed to see other religions, and all the infidels were driven to the land of exile, and there was no return for the rest of their lives. After the Night Clan was banished to the Wasteland of Despair, they were still hunted down and killed by the Illuminati, and the race withered to the point that they still did not stop.

Accompanying the belief in the Night God is the Dark Night Secret Technique, which can stimulate the potential of the bloodline. However, the secret technique of the dark night is a secret method for the soul to be tormented, and it should not be touched by the child under any circumstances before the age of twelve, otherwise the immature three souls and seven spirits will be lost in it, and eventually become a puppet of the dark night who is ignorant and desireless. This painful lesson was summed up by the Dark Night Clan with their blood and lives, and it was no better than the Light Sacred Law that could be cultivated from the mother's womb. 、

Due to this restriction, the cultivation of the Light Sacred Law in the early stage is far superior to the Dark Night Secret Technique, but in the later stage, the Light Sacred Law will inevitably have a period of stagnation, while the cultivation of the Dark Night Secret Technique will be smooth sailing, and as long as the conditions permit, it will still be able to catch up. But in this continent dominated by the God of Light, it is difficult to ascend to the sky by longing for the same cultivation atmosphere. But the old woman firmly believed that as long as the cultivation time was sufficient, the Dark Night Secret Technique would definitely not be weaker than the existence of the Light Sacred Law. The night is as long as the day, and the secret technique of the dark night will be as strong as the Divine Law of Light, which is the ultimate way to balance the world.

But there are only two people left in the whole clan, and the Night Clan has fallen like this, can the Night Faith still exist? The old woman looked at the sleeping Elmo and thought about his fear of the Night Tragedy, and couldn't help but feel sympathy, was it necessary for him to bear the ethereal burden of the Night Clan? If he could live peacefully and enjoy the sunshine like a mortal, why should he be allowed to practice the Night Secret Technique? And breaking off the inheritance of the Night Faith meant that the Night Clan was over.

For the first time, the old woman's belief in the dark night of her life was shaken, since the clan holy relics of the night book did not exist, why did she stick to the legend of the night? she could still insist on walking day and night, and Aimo was completely accustomed to sunrise and sunset, and was completely mortal in the world, so why let him step into the darkness.

The old woman with green eyes like a cat secretly made a vow to let her grandson go, give him a bright future, and give him a new life, and the dark night clan will hide the night forever with herself!

In her sleep, Elmo had no idea that her fate had turned. He was still anxious about tomorrow's food, even in his dreams, searching for something to eat.