Elven History Song

The people around were whispering about something, and everyone was trying their best to hide the remaining traces of fear, as if some disaster was about to come.

The sunshine before sunset seemed to cast a shadow on everyone's face, making people feel inexplicable fear.

The blond girl raised her head and looked around, she didn't know what was happening.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing?!"

A boy who was one or two years older than her shouted at her. She raised her head and looked at him innocently. His slightly worn denim jacket and jeans were considered quite good clothes here.

"What is everyone doing? Why is everyone scared?"

"Run quickly, we can't stay in this place any longer!"

"Why? Are you going to work somewhere else?"

"No, everyone is ready to run away. Someone is coming to this place to kill us!"

"Because we killed someone else?"

The boy was stunned by this question. He was stunned for a while, looking at the girl's innocent face. He didn't know what to say for a while. After a long delay, he slowly spoke.

"Well, so we have to run quickly."

"I know, I'll go clean it up."

"Go, I'll wait for you here."

People around him left one after another. Their clothes were unsightly, with tattered green cloth jackets, sweatpants with holes in them, and patched clothes of unknown types everywhere. This is an unknown slum, and no one is going to save them because they do not exist in the bright world at all. They are at the bottom of the dark world, and it is common for them to be constantly oppressed and exploited by the upper-level hunters and organizations. They risked their lives every time to complete various tasks, knowing that they would almost die, just in exchange for a mouthful of food to satisfy their hunger. This place is very pure, just a slum, but it is not pure because they belong to the dark world.

Many poor children were thrown here, either sold by others, or grew up enduring all kinds of humiliation. Boys may become excellent hunters and escape from this life, or they may directly join a better organization and jump to another class, but in the end they are only a minority, and the vast majority can only linger on the edge of life and death throughout their lives.

The girl has only one way out, which is to sell her body to a rich man. You may suffer more abuse, but you don’t have to worry about life or death. Some girls may resist, but they will eventually surrender to reality. No one will endure wandering on the edge of life and death, and no organization will want girls. Girls cannot become excellent hunters. If they cannot become excellent hunters, they will not be able to live a better life. A good life cannot escape the bottom life.

The last ray of sunlight left this land, and the cold moonlight fell from the other side, lengthening everyone's figure as they ran. The girl was rummaging hard for something in the shack she called home. The boy was already waiting anxiously and ran over to see what happened.

"What are you looking for?"

The girl heard the boy's voice and replied loudly without turning her head.

"I'm looking for my necklace."

"The broken chain?"

"kindness!"

"Stop looking, it will be too late if you look again!"

"No! That's the last clue I have to find my mother! I can't throw it away!"

The girl was still rummaging among the straw piles. The boy was a little anxious and ran over to help rummage. The girl still remembers that day when she was thrown into the dark alley by her mother. She was only four years old at the time. Faced with the darkness around her, she was afraid and clung to her mother's necklace, but her mother resolutely pulled it away. It broke and left her there alone. She no longer remembers her mother's appearance, but she still remembers that her father is a foreigner and the Chinese he speaks will always make her and her mother laugh.

Several ethereal sounds came from a distant place. The girl didn't take it seriously and continued to look for the necklace, but the boy could tell what the sounds were.

The boy couldn't help but take the girl's hand and leave immediately. The girl was startled, and then she wanted to break away from the boy's hand holding her.

The boy was a little anxious and pulled her over.

"Stop looking for them, those people are coming and we have to leave! I will bring you back to look for them later!"

"It's a deal! That's the necklace my mother left me!"

"It's a word."

The sound in the distance became clearer and clearer. It was the sound of bullets coming out of the hall, with murderous intent, shooting through the bodies of one person after another.

Flames ignited from everywhere and gradually expanded along the shacks, forming an impenetrable barrier.

"Quick! This way!"

The boy took the girl's hand and ran madly towards the last gap in the flame barrier.

"what!"

The girl screamed and fell to the dirt ground. She held her right ankle hard, her face contorted in pain. When the boy pulled her to run, she couldn't keep up with the boy's speed and sprained her foot. She sat on the ground and kept sobbing. The boy looked at her anxiously and didn't know what to do.

The sound of gunfire in the distance became clearer and clearer, and following the sound of the wind, you could vaguely hear the shouts of the fallen people and the chaotic footsteps of those who fled in panic. The boy glanced at the girl sitting on the ground, then at the flames that were about to be completely connected, then turned and ran towards the last gap.

He lowered his head, trying not to see the girl behind him out of the corner of his eyes. No one knew how big a decision he made in such a short period of time, but they could only see a drop of crystal tears flashing from the corner of his eyes.

The girl raised her head crazily, and the tears on her face reflected the departing blue figure. She watched the boy rush out of the fire with an innocent smile on her face.

"Remember to come back and pick me up! I'll wait for you here!"

The girl shouted towards the flames that had completely closed, expecting him to come back and take her away. Outside the flames, the boy heard the girl's scream. He clenched his fists hard, but then loosened them weakly, turned around and ran in a farther direction, his steps so heavy but so weak.

The girl reluctantly dragged her right foot to match her left foot and moved step by step towards home. She no longer cried, but had a relaxed and happy smile on her face.

You never know how stupid an innocent girl can be.

But she didn't think so in her heart.

She urged herself to hurry up, she didn't want him to wait and rush. There was no one around, and she was a little worried about his safety.

Dragging her right foot, which had gradually lost its intuition, the girl reluctantly returned to the place she called home.

The flames were gradually spreading here, and she dived in, using the surrounding firelight to search hard for the necklace.

She didn't know that no one would come to pick her up. The boy had already fled further away. In the face of death, human nature is exposed.

Countless figures moved in the flames, and all kinds of strange shapes formed an indescribable picture, full of heavy death.

The girl raised her head and looked around. She couldn't hear a trace of the noisy sound just now. It was so quiet that even people's sixth sense couldn't detect whether there was any life around them.

"Has everyone left already?"

The girl stopped rummaging. She stood up carefully and groped along the straw wall that had not been completely burned out, heading towards the path that once connected this place to the outside world.

The flames were still beating wildly, dancing in the thick darkness of night. The only way out was gradually engulfed in flames, but little did he know that it was the last chance.

The vision was filled with flames, everything was wailing, and the girl stood there leaning against the wall not knowing what to do.

Slight but powerful and neat steps moved forward leisurely in the flames. The girl looked around, and the footsteps came from all directions, surrounding her tightly like a tide.

"Who?"

The girl's voice was slightly trembling. She didn't know who was approaching her, but she could feel the murderous aura coming towards her face like thousands of sharp knives stabbing her whole body.

The flames in the distance gradually extinguished because the combustibles were completely burned, and the scene was caught in the girl's eyes.

She thought everyone had left, as it should have been, until she saw their charred bodies lying on the ground in various twisted positions.

The last flame went out as the last small pile of straw burned out. The eyes that were originally adapted to the surrounding environment temporarily lost their strength, and the pupils recovered again after a brief adjustment. Black clothes should not be conspicuous in such an environment, but it is impossible not to be conspicuous when a group of people wearing the same clothes and standing in an orderly manner appear.

In front of the girl, everyone in an organization stood there neatly, looking around and walking towards the girl.

The leader took out a pistol from his waist. There was no scratch on the gun, but the silver-white paint on the gun was slightly yellowed.

He pulled the bolt of the gun very carefully, looked at every part of the gun carefully, and then turned his attention to the girl.

The girl's eyes met his, and at that moment, she shuddered. The gaze was like a greedy hunter staring at his prey, as if it was licking her whole body. She immediately looked away, but the feeling lingered.

He slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle directly at the girl's eyebrows.

The girl subconsciously took half a step back in fear, but then she stood back and looked directly at him again. He looked at the girl with some surprise

"Why, aren't you scared?"

"I'm not afraid, someone will come to pick me up soon!"

"Oh? Who is it?"

Hearing her mention that someone would come to pick her up, the gun he held gradually moved away from her eyebrows. He knows that he is not a very powerful organization. Once he offends someone he shouldn't offend, he may not be able to live with it.

"My friend, he is a very good hunter!"

Hearing these words, he was startled for a moment, then laughed, and pointed the gun in his hand at the girl's eyebrow again.

"Why are you laughing! Believe it or not, he killed you all!"

Seeing him mocking someone she deeply believed in like that made the girl's cheeks turn red with anger.

"I thought it was some kind of financial sponsor, but I didn't expect it to be a nameless brat, and it made me worry in vain."

The man stopped mocking and stared at her again as if he was licking her body.

"I don't know who your friend is, but of the people here - you are the only one left alive."

"Nonsense! Stop lying to me!"

"Speaking of which, it seems that there is indeed a kid about your age. Do you want to go and see him? He died over there."

The man's hand points away. The girl looked in the direction of his finger, and a still conspicuous blue was revealed among the pile of corpses stained red by blood.