For Luo He, he was qualified to know many secrets, whether from Shen Hong or the Night Watchers.

After all, the two shared the same origin.

It's just that at many times, he would selectively forget that past.

The members of Shen Hong were all selected from the 13 founding families of the Night Watchers. As soon as they showed their talent, they were taken away from their families to live in a strange place.

There, they were not allowed to mention their past, family, or even their names...

One fresh face after another was given a cold number, from 1 to 13, each strange number representing a person.

It was a cold, emotionless place where 13 children gathered together, training, learning, and honing themselves day after day...

A large four-story building housed all of these children's growth.

Outside was a courtyard surrounded by walls, and only when the weather was good and they behaved well could they go to the courtyard for a walk.

The building was lead-gray, and so were the unusually high walls, like the face of an old man who had been dead for who knows how long.

They originally thought they were the only children here until one day, the door at the end of the corridor opened.

It was an iron door that looked full of stories. The old hinges made a harsh friction sound, and as it opened, the first thing that floated out was a flurry of dust.

Like a sealed box full of stories.

Pairs of curious eyes widened, staring at the scene behind the iron door. The space there was not large, it was a room like a confinement cell.

There was no window, only a hanging incandescent light.

On a special iron bed, a child about their age was tied up. The iron bed bulged at an odd angle, which looked uncomfortable.

The child was covered with countless tubes, and there were various instruments next to him, with colorful lights on them.

Seemingly sensing their gaze, the child slowly turned his head, revealing a pair of eyes from the gap in the head restraint.

At the moment their eyes met, these watching children suddenly had a feeling they had never experienced before.

They seemed to be on the edge of a cliff, looking down and staring into the abyss.

This was their first meeting, which ended in a very strange, even terrifying atmosphere, and several of the younger children fainted.

They learned a long time later that this child was called Ling.

He had arrived earlier than them.

And this place where they were, this small area enclosed by towering walls, was an orphanage.

Within the Night Watchers, this was also a forbidden area, and they called it... District 13.

A containment center directly under the headquarters of the Night Watchers.

It was also here that they were forged into the sharpest, and also the most loyal, sword of the Night Watchers organization.

"I watch in the dark night, in the hope that more people will sing the dawn," Pi Ruan murmured, staring at the flickering candlelight.

"Enough!" Luo He reprimanded. He, who had always shown a calm face, rarely lost his composure like this. He didn't like this sentence.

Because it would remind him of the past.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it." Rubbing his face, Pi Ruan put on that cheap smile again, squinting at Luo He, who had a cold face, "Number 3, you didn't come here to reminisce, did you? Tell me, what did you find?"

"Liu the Cripple is the former disciple of the Eastern Ocean, Yamamoto Sakito," Luo He said, "I found Yoko and entered her dream."

"In her subconscious, there is also a vague sense of familiarity with Liu the Cripple, and..." he paused, "I also found something very interesting."

"Tell me about it," Pi Ruan said with interest.

"Remember the child Yoko was holding?" Luo He asked meaningfully.

Pi Ruan frowned.

The next second, Luo He said in a low voice, "Her child died two years ago. At that time, the influence of the Eastern Ocean people was still there, and they gathered together to hold a ceremony for this child."

As he spoke, Luo He opened the book and took out a photo clipped inside. The photo was full of age, and the corners were already yellowed.

On it was a group of Eastern Ocean people wearing traditional costumes, the men with swords and the women leaning forward slightly, kneeling respectfully on both sides.

Judging from the scene, the Eastern Ocean people who came were all people of status, and in the middle of these people of status, facing the front, stood a person.

Because of the angle, his face could not be seen.

But it was definitely a man.

The man was holding a child in his arms, wearing strange and gorgeous clothes, with a long skirt dragging on the ground. Around him, people naturally left a circle.

Even those arrogant Eastern Ocean men lowered their heads subconsciously to show respect when facing him.

"It's that Great Shaman," Pi Ruan took the photo, and the eerie and solemn scene immediately made him think of this.

In a position closer to the Shaman, there was also a woman's profile kneeling on the ground.

Staring at the photo, Pi Ruan identified it and said in a deep voice, "It's Yoko."

In this way, the child wrapped in white cloth in the arms of the Great Shaman should be Yoko's child.

Her child was already dead.

"Take a look at this one," Luo He said without pausing, and then took out another photo.

It could be seen that the scene was similar, and it should have been taken on the same day, but compared with the solemn and rigid atmosphere before, the atmosphere at this time was much better.

His gaze slowly swept across the photo. Suddenly, Pi Ruan's eyes paused, as if some incredible guess in his heart had been confirmed, "It really is like this..."

The child who was originally held in his arms was now closely following the Great Shaman, the two holding hands, walking onto a raised platform at the same time.

It was not clear whether it was because of the light, or some other reason, but this child looked very dark, almost like a shadow.

The surrounding Eastern Ocean people, both men and women, were even more respectful than before, and some even knelt on the ground, their heads touching the ground, their pious appearance as if they were celebrating the ascension of a new king.

The scene on the high platform was very blurry, as if there was a layer of fog, but if you looked closely, you could still see a little through the fog.

It was a tall figure, much taller than a normal person, with thicker limbs, standing upright in the fog, motionless, the scene was very strange.

At this time, Pi Ruan had guessed what was on the high platform.

It was a straw figure.

A huge straw figure that they had never seen before.

"This is a ceremony," Pi Ruan put down the photo and said definitely, "The child was already dead before the ceremony started, but after the ceremony, he came back to life."

"Hu--" Luo He shook his head, staring at the candle flame in front of him with a strange look, the flame flickering in his eyes, "More than that, this is not just a resurrection ceremony, but... a succession."

"I checked that child's name," Luo He said, turning his head, "He is also called Yamamoto Sakito."