The song is over.

Huldon stood up and left, and the sun pulled his shadow long.

Jiang Shenyi slowly covered the books in his hand, took a deep breath to calm the throbbing in his heart, and looked up and asked, "I will collect this diary!"

Huldon did not respond and continued to move forward, alone.

"Don't you hold the radio?" Jiang Shenyi stood up and shouted.

The other party still did not respond.

"Then I will keep it for you too!" Jiang Shenyi's tone was raised again.

Huldon still didn't respond.

"Please take care of yourself!" Jiang Shenyi's voice trembled slightly.

But there was no one in front of me. In the lonely park, the autumn wind blew the green trees, and the old man became more and more lonely.

He leaned against the bench, and his mind echoed the scene described in the text in the diary.

In the dark and chaotic times, all races were divided.

A voyeur singer dances for the rich every day. She has an unparalleled beauty and exudes her own brilliance on the stage of the wine pond and meat forest.

She was so beautiful that even many senior officials of foreign race could not stand the temptation, and fought for her or even occupied her.

What a disgusting picture that was.

Not once or twice, it is often.

But the woman who suffered all the humiliation did not cry.

At least the person who wrote the diary had never seen her cry, and there was always a faint smile on her extremely beautiful face.

Finally one day, the male protagonist of the story was born.

He was filled with sinful blood.

It is the son of the demon born of unforgivable sins.

These are what those who invaded his mother said.

"You should strangle this child to death! Otherwise, no matter whether it is the Hei Mo Tong Clan, the Qujiao Immortal Clan, or the Blood Clan, it is impossible for you to be let go."

But the woman responded: "He is not the son of the devil, he is my child!"

The strange-looking fetus in the cradle was held in the arms of a stunning woman and started running away.

Fortunately, the woman knew many noble officials and nobles, but she actually ran away.

Then the war rekindled, and all the senior officials of the alien race had to join the war.

A mother and son began to wander in this troubled world.

The cry of the fetus echoed on the streets of various cities, and he was afraid and afraid.

But he was so talented that he had already remembered things within a few days of his birth and had the ability to think.

We've been running away.

Escape from one city to another.

In my memory, it seems that every city is black, and the sky is always filled with rainstorms and lightning.

The air is often filled with the smell of blood, and everyone on both sides of the street always has evil excitement.

I know they are not looking at me, but at my mother.

I hate that look, and I angrily wanted to dig all their eyes off, but I couldn't do anything.

Later we met a refugee, and I will always remember him.

He was also a person who fled in the war, but he had a small amount of savings in his hands. Food and source fluid were the hard currency at that time.

He took us in, and his mother asked him to call him uncle.

I could hear strange sounds every night, which made me frightened and tremble.

I was crying in the quilt, not understanding why my mother did that kind of thing.

Until she used the source fluid she exchanged for her body to pour my body.

It felt very comfortable and filled my whole body with strength.

A gifted child needs nutrition and these things the most when he is young.

I began to understand.

My miserable mother wants me to avenge him.

Revenge on this world!

No matter what the price is paid, it doesn't matter!

Yes, it must be like this.

But the faint smile on her face always makes me forget these hatreds.

I feel very strange.

Not long after, I already had some combat abilities.

I killed that "uncle"!

I chopped his head with an axe and drew his blood.

That was the first time I used the power of the blood clan, and I fell in love with the feeling of drinking blood.

But that was the first time my mother beat me!

She stared at me tightly, breathing rapidly, and her body trembled, telling me that I could not do such a thing!

I asked her why.

Her answer puzzled me at that time.

“This is not the solution!”

I didn't say much, but from that moment on my heart had gradually twisted.

Or, in my eyes at that time, this world was like this, and the way to survive must be poured with blood!

And after that day, the mother seemed to realize the lack of education.

She began to take me to climb mountains.

She took me to see the sunrise, the sunset, the stars, the moon, and the whistling of the waterfall.

She always carried me on her back, but fortunately, the blood clan itself has strong physical fitness, but I don’t understand now how a woman with almost no martial arts realm climbed to the Tianhe Waterfall with a child on her back.

That is where lovers take their oaths.

But my mother told me that this is the best place to see the scenery and the highest place in the world!

Later I knew that there was certainly not. The world was very big, but my mother didn’t know that the world she could touch was only so small.

But I remember it deeply in my heart.

This is the highest place in the world!

Under the waterfall that is soaring, the rainbow is pulled long and beautiful.

It's just really cold, and the snow is very strong.

My mother fainted, and I thought she was just asleep, so I sat there stupidly.

Until the human race in Tianhe Pass discovered us.

We were sent to the refugee camp.

Yes, we were saved by the human race.

The soldiers there also had that look at my mother, but something seemed to stop them from doing it.

Maybe it’s morality, or it may be disgusting, thinking that my mother is too dirty, there is another saying that humans seemed to promote that affair with aliens would produce some kind of deadly bacteria.

In short, my mother and I survived, and my life in a refugee camp was better than in an alien continent.

At least it didn't have the endless black and blood smell, and I picked up my diary and radio there.

Most importantly, there are some people in the human race called teachers who come to teach us knowledge, morality, and ethics.

And music.

My favorite is music. At that time, an old man could play the piano next to the refugee camp. I was attracted by the black and white keys for the first time. Finally one day, I walked out of the refugee camp and walked up to touch the keys.

The old man smiled and said that I would be a good musician in the future.

But I never saw that old man again after that day.

Later I realized that it was my fault.

I shouldn't be as close to the human race.
To be continued...