Elven History Song

The next morning, Ling Aohan quietly returned to the hospital and took home the old red ball under the bed where Ling Aoyan had been.

Since Ling Aoyan left, the red ball has been sleeping under Ling Aohan's bed. Ling Aoyan's bed has been removed, and the two brothers' room now only belongs to Ling Aohan, but Ling Aohan always feels empty. It’s not that there’s less furniture, it’s that there’s no going back.

But as I said, the world is a devil. Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone. It may take a while, but eventually the devil of the world will stretch out his hateful claws. Those who seem to be strong may just be used to seeing sad things.

At night, there is an uncomfortable feeling everywhere. Thirteen-year-old Ling Aohan was walking in an alley as if nothing had happened, but there was darkness in front of him.

Four years have passed since Ling Aoyan left, and Ling Aohan had already buried this matter deep in his heart and did not want to mention it to outsiders. He buried the red ball next to Ling Aoyan's grave. When he had time, he would go to Ling Aoyan's grave alone to chat with him.

"Don't move."

A dagger was pressed against Ling Aohan's back. Ling Aohan stopped and spoke without any panic.

"Which organization are you from?"

Seeing that Ling Aohan was not afraid at all, and even asked him which organization he belonged to, the man thought of a code name that had only become popular recently.

"Which organization are you from?"

"I'm asking you, answer my question."

Ling Aohan's hand moved slightly, and a shadow flashed in front of the man's eyes. The dagger in his hand was easily taken away by Ling Aohan, but he didn't feel it at all. Ling Aohan turned around and faced him, playing with the dagger in his eyes. It is simply a defective dagger.

Seeing the fierce behavior of the young man in front of him, he was even more certain that the man in front of him was the young man who had become famous in the dark world recently, the captain of the seventh team to purge the church, codenamed Arbitration.

That person knew that he would be hunted down if he reported himself to the organization, and his status in the organization was not high. If there was a conflict with the Purging Church, the organization would probably arrest him and hand him over to him.

Thinking of this, the man immediately turned around and ran away. A bit of cold light sent a chill down his spine, and the pain gradually spread throughout his body. Ling Aohan stood on the spot and threw the dagger, and the dagger penetrated his heart impartially.

Ling Aohan turned around and continued moving forward, as if he had just killed a bug. The alley is dead and ends in a high wall. Ling Aohan pushed gently from the side of the wall, and a square cement brick on the ground slowly moved to reveal a road leading underground.

Ling Aohan walked straight down. There was no light source at first, but after walking for a while, faint incandescent lights gradually became visible below.

Below is an underground exchange, where people in the dark world trade things or people restricted by the light world. As long as you have money, you can buy anything in the world here.

Ling Aohan found an empty table and sat down. The waiter at the bar walked up to Ling Aohan and bowed with a gilded menu.

"Hello, do you need anything?"

"God is here."

"We will listen to the oracle."

"intelligence."

"Please take a look."

The waiter opened the menu and inside was a piece of paper with some strange runes on it. This waiter was part of the intelligence network created by Ling Aohan. He was not someone who was out there seeking information. He was just responsible for summarizing the information and handing it over to Ling Aohan.

Ling Aohan took it and looked at it carefully. From the moment he read the first line, Ling Aohan's face looked a little ugly. As his eyes moved downward, beads of sweat gradually formed on Ling Aohan's forehead. His eyes revealed fear and anger. Throwing down the menu, Ling Aohan rushed out of the underground exchange.

Ling Aohan flew all the way to the edge of the distant city. At this time, Ling Aohan had left home to go to school in another city. Most of the tuition fees were paid by himself. Because the money owed by his family had not been paid off, Ling Aohan could not find a valid reason to give the money to his parents, so he had to Reduce your expenses here.

With many twists and turns, Ling Aohan walked into a forest. After turning a few turns in the forest, he rushed into an extremely hidden but luxurious church.

The priest stood in front of the prayer table, holding a Bible in his hand. Ling Aohan rushed to his side and yelled at him angrily

"You already know that, right?"

The priest put away the Bible in his hand and nodded silently.

Ling Aohan glared at the priest with wide eyes, turned around fiercely and ran towards the door. A strong wind blew, and the priest stood in front of Ling Aohan and grabbed his arm with his hand.

"Get away! You knew it but didn't tell me, why are you stopping me now?!"

"If you were strong enough, I wouldn't stop you, but if you go now, you're just going to die."

"I can do this! Get out of the way!"

Ling Aohan tried hard to break free, but the priest was very strong and held Ling Aohan tightly so that he could not break free easily.

"I did tell you that you are enough to change the world, but not now. You are too weak now. Even if you rely on the magic power supply from the outside world, you can only maintain the transformation for five minutes, let alone use his other powers. Ability?"

Hearing this, Ling Aohan's hand that was grabbed gradually lost its strength. Ling Aohan did not think carefully when he lost his rationality, but now the priest's words were like a basin of ice water that woke up the angry Ling Aohan.

Seeing that Ling Aohan seemed to have figured it out, the priest let go of his hand. Ling Aohan's arm fell back to its original position, and his expression gradually became numb.

"I know this is cruel to you, but it is what it is, and I hope you can accept it."

Ling Aohan did not react to the priest's words. He left the Purging Church and returned to the house he bought, step by step like a zombie dragging extremely stiff steps. The house is not big, with three bedrooms and two living rooms. In addition to Ling Aohan, there is a girl of similar age living with her. The girl is very handsome, wearing a black maid costume with white trimmings. Her ponytail is no longer than the nape of her neck and is raised thickly. There are long strands of hair hanging down on the left and right sides of the bangs on her forehead. Although she is only about fifteen years old, she is a beautiful woman.

The next morning, Ling Aohan called the school to ask for leave. The girl made breakfast for him, and he took out the knife and fork as usual, but he forgot to say thank you to the girl, and his eyes stayed on the landline phone in the living room.

Starting from making breakfast, Ling Aohan would involuntarily stay there for a while every time he passed by the landline. It seemed that he left after making a lot of determination and continued to do the things at hand.

The girl discovered his abnormality. asked

"What's wrong, Master? You seem a little absent-minded?"

Ling Aohan waved his hand, not wanting to answer. When the girl saw Ling Aohan's appearance, she stopped asking questions, but she was still worried about him and thought that making him a cup of coffee would cheer him up a little. Ling Aohan was sitting in front of the TV in the living room. What surprised the girl was that Ling Aohan was watching the news. Normally, he would never watch this. He once said, "Those nutritious things are not as refreshing as two dramas." .

The content of the news is still so boring that it makes people lose their energy. But suddenly, the host received a temporary manuscript. When seeing this scene, Ling Aohan sat up straight as if waiting for something.

"An emergency notice is inserted below. A huge fire broke out in x town in a certain city, causing..."

Seeing this, Ling Aohan leaned back hard on the back of the sofa. This is not what he wants to see. He was looking forward to something, but he was also rejecting something. Two opposing emotions were confronting each other in Ling Aohan's heart, leaving him unsure of how to react or what expression to put on his face.

In this way, Ling Aohan had been waiting for the TV all morning, but he did not receive the news he wanted to wait for.

Ling Aohan dragged his exhausted body or soul to the kitchen to make lunch. When the girl saw it, she hurried forward.

"Master, I'll just come for lunch. I'm very sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I'll make lunch right away."

Although he said that, it was actually just eleven o'clock, and there was still an hour before Ling Aohan's usual lunch time. Ling Aohan waved his hand, walked into the kitchen and started washing dishes and vegetables. At this time, the sound from the TV in the living room reached Ling Aohan's ears.

"Next, an emergency notice will be inserted again. The town of xx is suspected of being attacked by terrorists. At present, everyone's bodies have been found. After comparison and investigation, no one survived the accident. The police are currently investigating the families of the victims in other places. For liaison work, please——"

There was a crisp sound of broken porcelain, and the plate in Ling Aohan's hand fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces, just like his heart.