The girl who prayed for the evil god's attention

The fire was burning brightly, and the fire was burning brightly.

Outside the wooden house, the nanny was holding the burning torch tightly in her hand, as if it was the symbol of her last hope and courage.

Tears slowly filled her eyes, blurring her vision, but she still stared firmly at the dilapidated wooden door in front of her.

Behind the door, lay the young lady who made her feel distressed - the once innocent and energetic girl, but now she was dying...

The nanny's trembling hands finally let go of the torch and watched it slowly fall, disappearing into the darkness like a falling meteor.

The flames licked the ground, making crackling sounds, illuminating the muddy and desolate surroundings.

"I'm sorry...Miss..." The nanny whispered softly, every word was filled with endless grief and self-blame, she knew she had no choice.

Memories flooded into my mind like a tide, the young lady's laughter, gentleness and kindness, and her vision of a better life in the future were vivid. And now, all of this will be in vain.

The blazing torch was like a falling star. In an instant, the flames shot up into the sky, and the fire spread rapidly, licking every inch of the wooden house, greedily devouring everything that could burn.

The originally silent alley was broken by the sudden fire, and the flames made crackling sounds, as if playing a thrilling symphony.

Under the reflection of the fire, the wooden house looked more and more dilapidated, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and the changes of history.

As the fire grew bigger and bigger, thick smoke billowed up, forming a huge mushroom cloud, covering the wooden house.

"It's on fire!" "It's on fire!"

"It's on fire! Mudlin's house is on fire! Someone come quickly!"

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In a coma, Su Jiu suddenly felt suffocated, as if a ball of fire was stuffed into her throat, and she started coughing violently.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and everything in front of her was blurry. She only saw thick smoke all around, as if she was in the clouds.

She turned over with difficulty, trying to stay away from the choking smoke, but her body felt as heavy as if it was pressed by a thousand-pound burden.

After trying hard to calm down, Su Jiu finally saw the surrounding scene clearly - a huge fire snake was dancing in the air with its fangs and claws, and it spewed raging flames from its mouth, covering the entire wooden house in flames.

At this moment, Su Jiu herself was lying quietly on the bed, motionless. The railings of the wooden house were already crumbling, and from time to time, wood blocks fell down and hit her side, making a crisp sound.

However, facing such a dangerous situation, Su Jiu seemed to have lost her soul, just staring blankly at the ceiling that was constantly falling and burning with raging flames.

She gently rubbed her sore eyes, revealing a trace of fatigue and despair in her eyes.

Then, Su Jiu slowly raised her hands, put them together in front of her chest, and slowly closed her eyes. It seemed that at this moment, she had given up resistance and chose to accept the arrangement of fate.

"Why did you wake up so early this time..."

"Don't you say that time travelers have golden fingers?"

"Why don't I even have a system."

"After burning me to death, Grandma Mudlin should be able to get a lot of money..."

"Crossing... It's better for me not to cross..."

Su Jiu unconsciously clenched the finger bone necklace on her neck in her hand.

Sure enough, I was still a little scared when facing death...

Being burned to death... It would be painful...

She just lay quietly on the bed, silently waiting for death to come.

After biting her pale lips, Su Jiu began to murmur slowly again.

"I beg the goddess of hope... the goddess of light... the sea god... to look at your devout believers..."

"It doesn't matter if it's an evil god..."

"I don't mind."

After a long pause, Su Jiu slowly opened his eyes.

The burning wooden board on the ceiling fell down with a bang.

"..."

"Please..."

...

The raging fire raged like a demon, devouring everything around it mercilessly.

And the violet that was originally beautiful by the window was not spared at this moment, and was tightly wrapped in the raging flames.

Its delicate petals gradually curled up and withered under the high temperature, as if groaning in pain.

As time passed, the violet finally couldn't withstand the invasion of the flames and slowly turned into ashes.

The once bright and dazzling flowers have now disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of

Traces, proving that it once existed.

The ash gently fell to the ground, as silent as snowflakes.

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There is another grave in the Linkai cemetery tonight.

It is said to be the former eldest lady of the Klin family.

Why is it called the past? Of course, it is because she is no longer a member of the Klin family.

In the Cat's Tail Tavern, candlelight flickered, and the wooden tables and chairs and rough walls revealed traces of time.

Four or five people in simple clothes sat around a round table, holding cups filled with beer in their hands, and enthusiastically discussed about the eldest lady.

Their voices intertwined in the air, sometimes arguing loudly, sometimes whispering.

The topic revolved around the politics of the kingdom, the recent war, and the trivialities of life in the village, and finally talked about the eldest lady.

A big red-faced man took a gulp of wine and said excitedly: "I heard that Carol has been baptized by holy light and blessed by magic several times, right? She has never been chosen by the God of Magic..."

Another person nodded and echoed: "Yes, it is better to give these opportunities to ordinary people like us. She has zero elemental affinity and still keeps trying... Even if she has the entire Klin family behind her..."

"It's a pity. I heard that the young lady is quite beautiful... It's a pity that not many people have seen her... I don't know who is prettier between her and Princess Alice..."

"Of course it's Princess Alice..."

Just when several people were chatting excitedly, the door of the tavern outside was suddenly pushed open.

The wind chimes hanging at the door made a crisp jingling sound.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the collision, it unconsciously attracted the attention of passers-by.

It was a figure wearing a cloak and a hood. The wide cloak made the man look particularly short.

The person's body was covered with moss and dirt, as if he had just crawled out from deep underground.

As the figure continued to move towards the front desk of the tavern, she kept leaving footprints on the wooden board.

After walking to the front desk of the tavern and climbing up the high stool in front with great effort, "Su Jiu" slapped her hands directly on the front desk counter.

"Waiter, give me a glass of Erguotou."

Her movements were bold and rough. But her voice was pleasant to the ears, just like the singing of a yellow oriole, crisp and pleasant, and like a stream of clear water flowing in the heart, refreshing.

But the bartender didn't care so much.

The bartender at the front desk frowned and looked at the dirty footprints left by Su Jiu.

He said in a serious tone: "Miss, what is Erguotou?"

"And who is the waiter?"