Original God, looking for the heart

That night

Mo Bei walked on the path, listening to the gurgling water. As always, he came to listen to the water when he was unhappy. This is true every day.

"Help...help!" The voice calling for help broke the silence of the night.

Mo Bei saw a girl who fell into the water and was flopping in the river.

Even if he is hailed as a "disaster", he cannot let it go. So Mo Bei didn't think much and jumped directly into the river.

The water was very cold, so Mo Bei finally swam to the girl's side and pushed her ashore. When he tried to climb up, something got wrapped around his leg.

"!" Mo Bei reached out and touched his leg. The thing wrapped around him was not a weed, but something like a tentacle. As a child, someone used to scare him with monsters in the river. Is it really a water monster?

not good! That thing is pulling itself down!

Before Mo Bei could call for help, the thing pulled him into the water with a sudden force.

The frightened little girl stretched out her hand towards Mo Bei: "Brother! Big brother!..."

The suffocation gripped his throat and sucked away all his strength.

A short life flashes through my mind like a movie:

The departure of his parents, being ostracized for no reason, being betrayed by the person he trusted the most... "What do I have left?... It's better to end it early..." The young man closed his eyes in despair.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes again and saw a ray of sunlight falling into the room. "I...I'm not dead." He looked at his hands, which were small and fleshy. "Have I become smaller?" Mo Bei was surprised to find that his voice had also become childish.

I opened the door in confusion and found an unfamiliar area. There is a clear pool of water behind the thatched house, with dots of flowers blooming around it, surrounded by "forget-me-nots" in full bloom. That is Mo Bei's favorite flower.

Walking to the pond, Mo Bei saw his current appearance through the reflection in the water: short black hair and a pair of unique blue eyes. He looked like a young lady about ten years old. A washed and faded linen dress was worn loosely around the body, and the wind could easily penetrate through the cuffs. He touched his face numbly and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief: "I... traveled through time?"

There was a village nearby, not far from his home. Mo Bei straightened his clothes and rushed towards the village. The shops in the village are basically uniform in form, and they are all blacksmith shops. Or, it would be more appropriate to call it a knifesmith's shop. Mo Bei saw that there were stoves for burning coal and smelting iron in front of every house. The men hit the heated iron block with hammers, causing hot iron flowers to fly everywhere. Mo Bei learned that this place was called Tatasha, and it was a gathering place for knife makers. Most of the people who come here to purchase goods are military strategists, and they all praise the knife maker's exquisite craftsmanship.

Mo Bei spent nearly an afternoon exploring the village. He decided to go back to the place where he woke up first, because that might be the original owner's home.

On a table made of simple pieces of wood, Mo Bei found a yellowed diary and half a pencil. He opened the diary, but he had not seen the words above. Maybe he was also marveling at how he could understand the meaning of the words. The pages of the book pass through the fingertips, and the fragments of time pass through it.

"Ha... So that's it," Mo Bei closed the diary, "It turns out that I... still haven't been able to escape my fate..." He clearly realized that the title "disaster" would accompany him for the rest of his life.

The original owner's parents died because of collecting crystallized bone marrow. At a young age, the owner of this body learned to be self-reliant.

Mo Bei flipped through the diary. Most of what was recorded in the diary were trivial things. Perhaps because of the pure eyes of children, everything in this world becomes beautiful. Like a bug-eyed leaf, a child will pick it up, hold it in his hand, and place it in the sun. A child's dream is like the fragments of sunlight falling on the grass. There are not many things like this in the diary.

Unfortunately, at the end of the diary, the original owner was no longer able to find his dream due to the influence of the crystallized bone marrow.

Mo Bei's heart felt sour and warm: "Since I borrowed your body, I will live the way you want."

The boy placed the diary on the bedside, just like he would do next to a fairy tale book when he was a child, and fell asleep with one hand on the diary.

——The next day——

Mo Bei got up early. Following the diary's guidance, he came to a few trees and looked at the purple eggplant-like fruits on the trees: "Is this the violet melon mentioned in the diary? It's more like an eggplant that accidentally grew on the tree." Mo Bei said skillfully Climb the tree and pick the violet melon. In real life, like the original owner, he learned to be "independent" early.

After simply roasting the violet melon, Mo Bei looked at the village waking up in the mist from a distance. "How great it would be if I could live with everyone!" He fantasized, but something always imprisoned him, "But in this way, I will drag everyone down." With a wry smile to relieve the depression in his heart, Mo Bei quickly said After gnawing on the violet melon, I used a bamboo basket to carry a mining pick to the crystallized bone marrow collection point recorded in my diary.

The crystallized bone marrow was transformed from the resentment of Orobus, who was killed by the God of Thunder himself. Leaving aside the harm to the body, the evil thoughts of the devil have an even more fatal impact on the human spirit. When Mo Bei came into contact with this brilliant crystal for the first time, a cold resentment spread down his arm, like a poisonous snake spitting out venom, trying to pour venom into his heart. This biting coldness seemed to sink him into the lightless seabed.

Mo Bei broke out in cold sweat.

But the currency of this world - Mora will not fall from the sky. People who come here to collect crystallized bone marrow have no choice. Either starve to death and freeze to death, or die from being violated by the demon's evil thoughts.

Mo Bei was more cautious. After using a tool to collect a small frame of crystallized bone marrow, he went to the sales point in exchange for living expenses.

After completing this daily task, you can go home with peace of mind.

The forget-me-nots bloom brightly beside the waterhole. Mo Bei entered the house in no hurry. He sat on the stone next to the pool. In this way, it is no longer the pool surrounded by flowers, but the young people. The breeze blew, and the sunlight falling among the leaves became more fragmented, as if someone had blown down different dreams and scattered them on the young man's body together with the flowers.

A dark cloud slowly came over.

"What an unfortunate coincidence." Mo Bei complained softly, picked a few forget-me-nots and returned home. He placed the flowers on the table and heard the rain falling.

Under the gloomy sky, pedestrians hurried home.

Rain, quiet. Rain, loneliness.

And a regular knock on the door broke through the loneliness and reached Mo Bei's ears.

"dong dong dong"

who is it? …

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