In modern times, this place could undoubtedly be called the most beautiful village. However, in ancient times, it was quite different; it was simply poor and backward with no beauty.,On the west side of the village stood a high hill, from which one could see most of the village. On top of the hill stood a tigerish boy of about five or six years old, gazing at the village with emotion.,This body fell ill before I came, it might not have made it. I don't know how, but I woke up one day and was someone else entirely.。