Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2848 Tears Of The Moon's Son One

A month, a day, a place.

The child had white hair like ferrets and ice-white skin. It was a disease, but in the eyes of superstitious people at the time, they only regarded the child as being possessed by a demon, and neighbors privately called the child a "white demon."

But his mother called him a child of the moon, because he was born in the moonlight on a silvery white moonlight. The child's illness was called a curse, but his parents thought it was a blessing.

The under one-year-old child, in the arms of his mother, curiously opened his big ice-blue eyes and looked at the back of the man in the military coat in front of the door.

The man showed a reassuring smile, opened the door, and was about to leave.

"Are you really going?" The child's mother asked. "This may be a trap, and you may just leave it forever. If I were alone, I would not have the confidence to protect this child from the soldiers."

"Even if I am there, I can't do it." The man shook his head sadly: "The situation in the country is getting more and more tense. They are excluding people of non-pure origin. In front of their racism, my rank Neither the record nor the record. Only by making the ultimate sacrifice can it be possible to gain their acceptance and thus protect the two of you. Please let me go, my dear. Escape is not the way, and resistance is not the way, I believe This is the only solution. "

Women's faces are full of sadness and helplessness, and even worse, worry.

"If they still don't sell it?"

"Then you can only ask God to bless you mother and son." The man replied and turned and went out.

Years after that, the child was five years old.

The "ultimate sacrifice" made by men did indeed provide safety for both mother and child. At least briefly. No matter how chaotic and dark the outside world becomes, the mother and son can still live a more stable life in this isolated cabin. The man has never returned to this home since that day, but his puppet as a soldier is still sent in as usual, allowing the woman and her son to live some simple but not poor lives.

Until that night.

On that winter night, howling mobs broke into the house. They are all madmen who have been poisoned by racism, smashing the door of the cabin brutally while shouting "kill the Jutites" and "make the blood of this country clean and pure".

"Hide, don't make a noise." The woman hid her child in the closet.

"My dear." The woman kissed deeply on the child's forehead: "Remember, parents will always love you. Even if we are not here to protect you in the future, please ask for one, in this beautiful and ugly world Here, live well. You know what? "

The child nodded silently.

The woman then picked up a shotgun left by her husband and ran out of the room. In order to drive away the mob, she broke through the window, fired a gun demonstration, and ran out far away.

That night, the child froze in the closet all night, listening to the hustle and bustle of the outside world, shivering but not daring to speak.

And his mother never came back.

After that, the soldiers protected the child. They looked at the son of the moon with disgusting eyes, thinking that there was unclean blood flowing in him, but because his father was a hero of war, he made great sacrifices for the country, and he dared not treat the child.

After much discussion, the soldiers sent the child to a concentration camp, allowing him to live with his fellow people and survive.

Then one morning, the child woke up from the dilapidated house. Surrounded by a rundown and recession, this is a place where poor people, under the oppression of national policy and oppression by nationalism, gather together.

However, those people's eyes were not friendly. Even as a member of the same ethnic group, differences and discrimination still exist. They saw the child's white hair and fearfully called him a white demon, avoiding it.

This is a camp where hard people gather. Those who had lived an ordinary life suddenly fell into such a field, their minds were distorted.

A five-year-old child is actually more sensible than his peers, and his mother once taught him not to have a general knowledge of these people. He climbed up from the dusty and cold ground and followed the smell of food.

In the camp's square, soldiers are distributing food to these Jewish people in the camp.

So hungry. In short, go in line and fill your stomach. The child walked peacefully past him at the end of the line. As his mother taught, obey the law. He thought that as long as he was honest and be a good boy, people would let him live well.

But that idea is too naive.

The fact is that regardless of race, when people are in trouble, they will become greedy and selfish. This is true even if they are facing people with the same complexion. What's more, this skin color and hair color are different from theirs?

Adults, children, old people, cheeky people walked in front of the son of the moon, cut in line, and even turned around in a circle to re-queue and received double food. The children endured and continued to line up in peace. When it was his turn, there was almost nothing to distribute in the pot.

The soldier shook his head and said nothing, scraped out the slightly burnt residue from the bottom of the pot and threw it on the plate. Then she turned her back on the ground and stuffed the child with less than half a plate of food.

The child who got the food was as happy as receiving a Christmas gift. He was dizzy and hungry. He took the food and ran out. He couldn't care whether the pig-like food was really good. Too simple a child, in this great suffering, even a little happiness can smile attentively.

Suffering is not intended to simply let him go.

Running excitedly, he was preparing to enjoy the food and tripped to the ground with one leg. The food held in his hands naturally escaped, spilled, and mixed with the sand on the ground.

"Hah, the white demon fell!" A group of Uthai children a few years older than the sons of the moon circled around him.

"Deserve it! Deserve it!" "It's so good!" "Let the devil lie on the ground and eat the soil!" Vicious words sounded beside the child, and they kept on hearing.

A ten-year-old, fat and strong child king stood with his hands crossed in front of the Son of the Moon, speaking words he could not understand, and seemed to be cursing. Discrimination and brutality have been built in the hearts of these children. They have witnessed the injustice of the world, so they intend to use the same injustice to treat the world with those who are within their reach and can bully.

The strong are angry and attack the stronger with a sword; the weak are angry and attack the weaker with a sword.

These people just use bullying to conceal their incompetence, and get morbid satisfaction by oppressing others.

auzw.com While the Moon Son did not resist, he lay there quietly, letting the children beat him and insult him until these guys were satisfied. The adults around looked at all this and kept silent. They acquiesced in this barbaric behavior, watching a group of older children bully a weak and helpless child.

They believe that in this cruel age, teaching their next generation to become cruel is the only way to survive.

In order to complete this "necessary education", what's the point of sacrificing a child who is already a parent and has no parent?

And the son of the moon got up with his full body of pain, and carefully, from the ground, picked up the food that had been mixed with sand and stuffed it into the mouth.

Endure humiliation, endure the nausea of ​​the sand, and devour rare food into your mouth.

To survive.

Live!

Live anyway!

His mother's last command echoed in his mind. He has always been obedient and obedient, but just faithfully carrying out his mother's command.

Live well in this beautiful and ugly world.

The night was quiet, and the bruised child was lying on the corner, crying in a rag with a stinky smell.

If this is a nightmare, please let it wake up early! -He prayed so.

But truth is more cruel than nightmares.

once--

The older children snatched food from the Moon Son, kicked him to the ground, and beat him.

And again--

They overtook the son of the moon who was trying to run away with food, knocked him to the ground, and even peed on food spilled on the ground.

one more time--

Together, they ripped off the child's clothes, leaving him already shaggy and skinny, ashamed to appear before the court.

In this hell-like concentration camp, time and time again, the most despicable things happened.

The adults are just watching, they don't want to soil their hands.

The military personnel responsible for the management of the concentration camps were also watching. They, "pure blood races," were indifferent to this "dirty **** people."

I don't know how long it takes for food to be filled. The son of the moon is lying on the corner of the worst house in the concentration camp, staring blankly at the sky.

(So ​​hungry.)

(So ​​tired.)

(It hurts all over.)

(This body is probably dead.)

It won't be long before he will die, and then his soul will go straight to heaven and be reunited with his heavenly parents, right?

He has worked hard and struggled to live, but he is only a weak and helpless child. What can he do when the whole world intends to push him to death?

If the death that must come is his only salvation and happiness, then it is probably not bad to wait for its arrival here.

I don't want to fight anymore, and I have no more expectations.

Just as he was lying there waiting for his breath, a figure quietly appeared.

"I'm watching all this, child." The figure asked: "So, is that all? This is the best you can do to survive?"

The child did not answer, but turned his head, silently watching the mysterious man in a black robe with his face completely covered by black smoke.

Was this an illusion he was too hungry? Or is this an angel of death who will guide him to heaven as he is about to die?

"I give you two choices." The mysterious man dropped something on the ground:

"You can die silently like this, no one will be sad and crying for you, your death is worthless and meaningless;

Or, take up arms and fight against your destiny. "

Falling on the ground was a shiny silver dagger. Extremely sharp, it can easily take human life.

"Assassinate them. Show your strength." The mysterious man persuades like a demon: "In this way, no one dares to bully you."

The son of the moon stared in horror at the dagger on the ground.

It was seductive and terrible cold.