Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 123

There are many things in this world that can be forgotten, but there are also some things that cannot be forgotten.

Yang Xiaowan always felt that she seemed to have forgotten something important, but no matter how she tried to think about it, she couldn't remember it.

During these rather long years, she has been reminiscing.

Of course, it might not be too long for her. In her impression, she seemed to have been sitting in that luxurious but small wedding room, never feeling the passage of time.

People would come to the wedding room from time to time, although she didn't know how long the interval between "occasions" was, but to her, it was just a moment of meditation.

The concept of time does not exist in the story. Only when someone mentions it one day, the time in the story will pass again, and the forgotten people and things will be remembered again, but it is no longer possible to tell the truth from the false.

Numerous nights of bridal chamber festivities.

She called every man who entered the wedding room an official, with a shy tone and tenderness, and then when everyone was in a state of ecstasy, at the moment when the dead candle was burnt out, she killed them with her own hands.

She didn't remember how many people she had killed, but she only remembered that every time before the death candle burned out, those people were either praying tremblingly, begging for mercy crying bitterly, or running away desperately.

Others tried to do it to her, but they undoubtedly died sooner.

When they learned that it would be their lives that would burn out with the dead candle, these people believed it easily. No one thought that the living candle would burn out first, or they didn't dare to think so, as if the dead candle It is their due fate to burn out first.

She doesn't like them.

Sometimes she also thinks, even if it is a simple fate that can be determined by two candles, no one is willing to try to struggle?

But she is not qualified to laugh at these people.

Because even she herself never thought that a candle could be blown out.

Perhaps because she has been manipulated for too long, she has forgotten how to resist.

Her biggest expectation is to hope that her luck will be better next time, and to pray that the candles will burn out first.

If there is a person who is willing to try to resist, then I will let him go, she thought, but she has never met such a person.

Of course the candle can be extinguished, but what about the real destiny?
Since everything is fate, what is the meaning of resistance?

This feeling of powerlessness always lingers in her heart, just like the bleak life in her incomplete memory.

All in vain.

Maybe even the fate arranged by the life candle and the death candle is used to punish her, let her live in a manipulated life forever, and let her never dare to offend the gods.

Go with the situation and obey the fate, maybe this is the right choice.

She thought so until she saw that the dead candle was blown out.

And at the moment when the death candle was extinguished, looking at that figure, she suddenly realized—at least in this small wedding room, her fate could be decided by herself.

Suddenly there was a strange feeling in my heart.

She talked a lot with that man, and at first she just wanted to see if this guy who kept saying inexplicable words and didn't look very smart would be so calm at the moment when he was facing the fate of death .

Unexpectedly, the other party blew out the dead candle directly.

Suddenly, the strange feeling from the depths of the soul was revived.

It was also at this moment that some messy memories suddenly appeared in her mind—she remembered the past, the gods, and the life she had been dominated by.

I also remembered... the cruel fact that I had already died.

The so-called wife of a god is just a bird in a cage.

After struggling again and again to no avail, she finally chose to compromise.

On her birthday, she resolutely accepted her fate in order to allow the only remaining people hiding in the Yang Mansion to survive.

Put on makeup, put on the wedding dress, put on the hijab, walk into the wedding room, and wait for the moment when the so-called god arrives.

It was also at this moment that, for the first time, she heard wedding wishes from everyone in her life—from her parents, from her friends, from her neighbors, and from those she didn’t know.

Although she only found these voices harsh, she was not so disgusted, maybe this was acceptance.

Since you can't get what you want, then do as they expect.

Everyone is looking forward to, looking forward to the moment when the gods marry her, looking forward to the moment when they will be blessed with her and ascend to heaven together.

However, until the time of the child was approaching, the gods did not come to marry her.

All expectations are like a joke.

Her 18-year-manipulated life also seemed like a joke.

But she was happier than ever because it meant she was free.

She really wanted to take off the hijab, take a good look at the stunned and desperate faces of those people, and then welcome the rest of her life to be dominated by her.

"Neighboring countries are attacking!"

At that moment, someone yelled.

She suddenly realized that since the gods no longer "cared for" her, there was obviously no need for this Yang Mansion to exist, and the neighboring country would destroy it.

Everyone started looting the property of the Yang family, still muttering words, scolding her for being shameless, and bluntly saying that if it wasn't for this bitch who was promiscuous, the gods wouldn't want this broken shoe.

Full of foul language.

She sat in the wedding room, listening quietly.

Suddenly, she heard someone suggest that this is a broken shoe anyway, and the brothers don't know if they can escape from the neighboring country, so why don't they have a good time together?
So she quietly clenched the knife hidden in her sleeve.

Fortunately, someone stopped them, but what they said made her feel even more chilling.

The man shouted at the top of his voice, the king of the neighboring country loves beautiful women, this woman is considered a god abandoned wife after all, she is a person of status, why don't we present her as a tribute?

All of a sudden, everyone was excited, as excited as when she was 12 years old, everyone saw the miracle in the sky.

It's exactly the same.

"Haven't you been praying all the time, saying that as long as you don't marry me, you can do anything? That's good, I will help you."

Vaguely, she seemed to hear the ridicule of that wicked god. He was cursing, cursing that she would not be free for the rest of her life, and would spend the rest of her life under domination.

Everyone naturally agreed, from parents to neighbors, unanimously approved.

Still no one asked her opinion.

Marry, we will die if you don't marry, everyone begged.

She thought to herself, well, anyway, the wedding dress is ready, and marrying someone is not a marriage, and it is considered a good deed, and finally saved the lives of these annoying people.

My life... Maybe it was supposed to be like this.

But if only... if only I could choose myself once.

Just once, choose someone you like, and only allow him to uncover his hijab, no matter whether the other person likes you or not, even if he hates you, just follow him.

This is at least your choice.

But she obviously didn't have the chance.

Perhaps it was another joke of fate. The army of the neighboring country has not arrived for a long time. It is said that it has fallen into some kind of turmoil and will rush to kill all targets.

She lost her value again and was scolded by everyone again.

Someone made even more excessive demands.

But she was really tired this time, so she simply pulled out the knife in her sleeve, and cut her own neck calmly and decisively.

And it was at this time that everyone's voices disappeared.

It seemed that as her life passed, everyone else died too.

Is this God's punishment?she thinks.

She heard a voice, someone came to her.

She didn't make a sound, but the visitor guessed what she was thinking.

"There is no god to punish, it is me."

After a pause, the other party said, "Sorry, I'm late."

Although the man was apologizing, there didn't seem to be much apology or even emotion in his tone.

But with such a simple statement, she actually felt a little warmth from it, and even her body, which was getting colder due to the loss of blood, seemed to be warmer because of it.

She obviously didn't know this person, but this person seemed to know her, and...he was obviously worried about himself.

What a reserved concern, she couldn't help thinking.

"Where's the god?" she asked.

"You have to remember that there are no gods in this world."

"I do not believe."

If there is no god, why would she suffer such a fate?
The visitor obviously knew her well: "Because of your fate in the past 18 years?"

"Ah."

Her body temperature was constantly passing, but she desperately stayed awake, insisting on waiting for the other party's answer.

The other party was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Then do you want to try, live longer, wait a little longer, and then try again."

"try what?"

"Well... the first thing is to get married. Don't you always want to choose someone you like? I give you this opportunity. You can have a bridal chamber every day. A groom every day is not the same."

"What if I don't like it?"

"Just kill it."

The man found something out of nowhere, and gently placed it in front of her, "If you don't like it, let this dead candle burn out first."

She was curious: "Why?"

"It doesn't have much meaning, I just hope you remember that fate is in your hands."

"Do you master it yourself..." She murmured and asked, "What if I can't remember?"

"That's okay, someone will help you remember it, I just hope you don't blame me then."

"Ok?"

The man didn't continue talking, but said softly: "I don't have the means to touch the soul, but are you willing to wait, just wait and see."

"Look at what?"

The man smiled: "Watch me kill that damned god and pierce that so-called destiny."

She was stunned for a long time, and when her body was cold, she realized that she agreed somehow.

"I'm willing to wait."

Mingming felt that gods could not be killed, and that fate was irresistible, so she agreed.

"It will be long."

"I'm willing to wait no matter how long it takes."

She touched something in front of her, which was put down by the man before, it seemed to be two candles.

The blood continued to drain, and when she was dying, she secretly lifted the hijab, but only saw a figure that was gradually going away.

He didn't know where to go, and his steps were unimaginably firm.

The Yang Mansion no longer existed, there were corpses everywhere, the whole world was devastated, the sky and the earth were black, and the darkness united into one piece, which caused an inexplicable sense of despair in her heart.

Is the world destroyed?

The whole world was pitch black, leaving only that distant figure and the little light left in his hand.

In the man's hand was something she had never seen before. It was indistinct, and there was a slight fire on it.

Perhaps because he noticed her gaze, the man didn't stop, let alone look back, he stopped talking for a long time, and sighed: "Forget it, it's not appropriate to say this now... and I can't say it either. "

She froze: "What words?"

The man didn't answer, but suddenly smiled, "You know, in our time, candles weren't actually used like that."

This man speaks so strangely...

"How is that used?" she asked.

"It's for blowing."

There seemed to be another sentence behind, but she couldn't remember it clearly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

She knew that she died, on her birthday.

The world was dark, and the figure of that person also walked away.

Memories come in like a tide and fade away like a tide.

That figure was blurred, but gradually overlapped with the blood-covered figure in front of him.

He stood in the large shadows, facing the opposite light group, like an evil spirit from hell trying to challenge the gods.

But she knows who is the real evil spirit.

"Crack."

The shadow in the darkness twisted its neck and seemed to glance at her.

An indescribable sense of oppression hit.

Yang Xiaowan's heart was pounding, not because of fear, but because of familiarity and some inexplicable things.

"Just wait and see..."

She suddenly remembered the sentence she heard many years ago.

"Watch me kill that so-called god and pierce that so-called destiny."

(End of this chapter)