Jiang Yan came to the corridor and rubbed his aching head vigorously. Damn it, Victoria is more or less a "civilized area", and some methods are really inconvenient to use. I have to find a way to make this turtle grandson say something meaningful.
…
To be honest, the environment here is not very good now. As a shelter for victims, the injured gather here, and the overall atmosphere seems lost and depressing, not to mention the occasional painful moans. This environment gives
Jiang Yan brought some unpleasant familiarity, and he could only try to ignore the environment to provide a cooling space for his mind.
At this moment, a child from the Philin tribe appeared in his sight at the end of the corridor: Jiang Yan couldn't tell the child's gender because he had short, ear-length hair, but there was a series of tiny black crystals around his neck that were pure white.
It looks very dazzling on the skin - this is a person infected with mineral disease.
Xiao Feilin was wearing a large hospital gown, and his pace was not so steady, but he was still walking driven by curiosity. Inadvertently, the hem of the clothes had appeared under his feet——
"Woooooooo..."
Okay, this is a girl - Jiang Yan heard the cry and walked forward quickly, squatted down and helped the little girl up. The girl had already had a big bump on her forehead. "Wow, that's for sure.
Does it hurt?" Looking at the aggrieved little girl, Jiang Yan blew gently on her forehead twice and asked with concern, "Does it still hurt?" The little girl had tears in her eyes and nodded honestly, "It hurts."
Emma, this kid is so honest. "It's okay, we can take a break and wait for it." Jiang Yan rubbed the girl's short hair with a wry smile, then led her to a chair and sat down.
The little girl blinked her tearful eyes, "You don't have a tail?" Hearing this, Jiang Yan replied with a wry smile, "Yes, I don't have a tail." It seems that for a child, this is a real person.
The impression left by the first sight.
The little girl stared at Jiang Yan with curiosity on her face, her legs swaying lively, "You don't have ears on your head, well...it seems you are not a doctor." "You don't have a tail and ears.
Aren't you a doctor? What if I hid them?" "Humph." The little girl snorted proudly, "I know all the doctors here! Although I don't know you, you are definitely not a doctor.
——You have a gun!"
"There are also doctors who carry guns. I know one of them."
"...Did he kill someone?"
"...He used that gun to save people." Jiang Yan avoided part of the question, "He used hormone bullets to give those who couldn't move the strength to move - do you know about hormones?"
"I heard it from my father. But he always talks about cold things like Origin Stones, hormones, etc., and refuses to read storybooks to me!"
...I see. Jiang Yan probably guessed something about this little girl's background. If what she said is true, then her parents are probably engaged in Originium and medical-related work, and the reason why she was infected at such a young age, and there are still people at home.
It would be understandable if he had the conditions to send her for treatment. "Don't be angry with your dad, his work is very important." The little girl pouted her face angrily, "You all said that!"
"Don't be angry." Jiang Yan scratched the back of his head helplessly, "I'll tell you a story, and we won't be angry after hearing it, okay?"
"……You speak first."
"Okay... the story starts from-"
——
The story begins a long time ago.
At that time, there was only a depressing and incomprehensible black city in the world. Under the dark sky lived all the creatures in the world: the evil devil who ruled the world, his vicious minions, and the devil's playthings, humans. People were afraid
Living a moderate day, I have never seen the light and have no yearning for the light.
After such chaotic days lasted for who knows how long, a man with doubts in his heart was born: He was curious about what would be on the other side of the darkness. With such doubts, he finally grew up. He mustered up the courage
Come to the devil's palace and ask him for the freedom to think and walk.
The devil angrily rejected his petition, and his minions inflicted cruel punishments on those who longed for freedom: they blinded his eyes so that he could not see anything; they broke his legs so that he could not move freely.
He controlled his body. But nothing could limit his thinking: he began to make sounds, encouraging people's desire for things that were not dark. Finally, people rose up: they had no weapons, so they used their own hands; without armor,
They relied on their own bodies. They worshiped the blind thinker as their leader - this was the world's first hero.
The hero cannot see, but the light in his heart can illuminate the road; the hero cannot walk, but there will be countless people supporting his steps. The struggle between man and the oppressor continues, and countless people fight for victory, but the hero cannot continue to endure:
He could hear the groans of the sacrifices of his compatriots and feel the taste and temperature of their blood.
Finally, on the decisive battlefield with no chance of winning, he blackened his whole body, lurked in the shadow of the devil, and guided himself forward with the light in his heart. He miraculously came to the devil, howled, and used his vulnerability to
The fist hit the huge demon king's eyes - his arm was damaged as a result, and the demon king fell in pain. When the bright red blood of the hero mixed with the chaotic blood of the demon king, the first thing different from darkness was produced:
The Demon King's body turned into dust in pain, and from it burst out the blazing light that illuminated the earth - the sun.
When the first ray of light burst out from the earth, the majestic dark city collapsed, and there was nothing on the countless ruins. Only the hero and his comrades, and his people - the hero became the king.
"We have nothing and can do everything because of it."
The king and his hard-working people rebuilt their homes on the ruins, but his fragile body did not have much time to live. At the end of his life, he distributed his wisdom to his people, making them yearn for the light and transforming his body into
He gave it to his people, so that each of them inherited a different part of him, giving birth to various races; he turned his blood into rivers, lakes and seas, nourishing the earth.
And the last thing he had left, his name, was given to the land he fought for:
Terra.
——
"——This is the origin of our land."
Jiang Yan touched the ear of the girl who was in a daze and asked, "What's your name?" "... Gadney." The girl replied. "Hello, Gadney, I'm Jiang Yan."
"Jiang Yan," the girl called him by his name without politeness, "I thought you were from Colombia, but there seems to be no such story in Colombia - where did you hear it?"
"...I am from the Yan Kingdom." Jiang Yan melancholy answered with an unanswered answer with a wry smile, and looked into the non-existent distance.
Where did you hear this story?
Although this was taken from different stories and compiled by him, if he must say it...
"This is a story about courage. It has no origin and is hidden in everyone's heart." Jiang Yan stood up and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, right? It's time for you to leave now."
"Well...it still hurts..."
"Little liar!" Jiang Shao smiled mischievously and pinched her face, "Go ahead and don't forget this story."
Watching the little girl go away, a voice suddenly came out from behind Jiang Yan: "Don't you think such a story is a bit too scary for children?"
Jiang Yan looked back at the white-haired young man and said with a smile:
"You can't tell your children that there are no demons in the world and that everyone is a demon - but you can at least tell them that demons can be defeated."