A person descended from heaven + the cherished darling of the ancestors + a cunning young lord + a winding and interesting plot = Little Goddess of Fortune, Yi Yami.
He appears to be a profli...
In the evening, under dark clouds, a tired woman was walking home from work, shopping bags in hand, thinking about what to make for dinner to comfort herself after a hard day.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a resounding boom. A woman walking down the street was struck by a lightning bolt so fast it was insane. Her body went rigid, her hand tightly gripping a plastic bag. Her hair stood on end, and a look of terror crossed her face.
In that instant, time seemed to stop. A powerful electric current ripped through the woman's body, turning her skin red and her clothes smoking. Her eyes widened, unable to close, and her mouth opened, but no sound emanated.
Then, the woman's body began to tremble and she twitched uncontrollably. Thunder echoed in her ears, like the announcement of the end of the world. She gradually lost control of her body and finally fell to the ground.
At this moment, rain began to pour down, hitting the woman, intertwining with the electric current in her body. Passersby were stunned by the scene and tentatively rushed forward to help the unfortunate woman. However, the lightning current continued to roll over the woman's body, making people afraid to approach easily.
After a few minutes, the current gradually dissipated and the woman's body stopped twitching. She lay quietly in the rain, lifeless. People quickly called the emergency number, hoping to save her life.
This sudden incident plunged the entire street into chaos and panic...
In the endless darkness, the woman slowly regained consciousness. She felt a splitting headache and a pain in her body, as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. She tried to recall what had happened, but her mind was only a blur.
"Where am I?" she muttered, her voice echoing in the darkness.
She struggled to sit up and felt around, but all she could feel were cold stone walls and hard ground.
Unable to find a way out, the woman sat down and recalled the moment she was struck by lightning.
"Don't be too ridiculous. I was just going home from get off work, how could I be struck by lightning? The key point is, the sky was clear one second, how could I be struck by lightning the next? What? A locator was tied to me? It was chasing me and striking me?" The woman became more and more angry as she thought about it. She tentatively touched her head gently, and found no bump or pain.
"One nine makes nine, two nines make eighteen, three nines make twenty-seven... nine nines make eighty-one, OK, no problem, try again, come is e, go is go, nod yes, shake head no... OK, no problem... try it for the last time... a horse with a variegated pattern, a fur coat worth thousands of gold, I'll call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrows... Hey, my brain is fine, it's not damaged!!" The woman remembered that the lightning struck the back of her head. After trying several times, she was relieved to confirm that she still remembered what she had learned.
After confirming that she was alright, she began to feel around, but she only encountered cold walls. Panic surged in her heart, but as a brave young woman who had lived alone for many years, she suppressed her fear.
"Is anyone there?" The woman's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the darkness, but received no response.
After a while, the woman took a deep breath and shouted again: "Oh my God, no matter what kind of hero or god you are, can you please condescend to show up?" After shouting, the woman's eyes began to look around.
The surroundings were still quiet, so quiet that one could hear the woman's own heartbeat.
There was really no change around her, so the woman had to give up and sat down cross-legged without any image. She swept her eyes from the ground to the ceiling, and then sighed deeply, "Grandpa, you see, this is not because I don't want to inherit our Yi family's legacy. Look, your granddaughter, I was so unlucky that I was struck by lightning on the road. Now I don't know where I am trapped. I can't get out. I cry out to the sky and the earth, but no one responds..."
"Oh my God! If you are still alive in heaven, please bless me and help me get out safely. Does anyone know where this is?!" The woman clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly towards the sky.
After praying for a while, there was no change.
She gave up completely and collapsed to the ground.
The woman watched as the air in front of her suddenly began to shimmer with a faint golden light. As the golden light grew brighter, a figure gradually emerged from the light.
The man was clad in a long, crimson robe, a light shimmering around him, as if he were a messenger from another world. His face was kind and solemn, his eyes gleaming with wisdom and kindness. In his hands, he held a bronze tripod. Around his waist, he wore a bronze pendant shaped like a tiger or dog's head.
The man lowered his eyes, looked at her, and slowly said, "Child, are you Yi Yami?"
"Uh... I am, who are you?" The woman was startled by the person who suddenly appeared, and she was a little slow to react when she heard the other person say her name.
The visitor reached out and gently stroked her hair, then turned his gaze towards the sky. "I am your ancestor, and you should be mine for who knows how many generations."
After hearing this, the woman's eyes widened and she asked, "Are you my ancestor?" The woman looked him up and down and found that he was indeed consistent with the portrait of her ancestor hanging in the ancestral hall of her hometown. Only then did she believe what he said.
The visitor nodded and said, "I called you here this time because..."
The man was about to speak but stopped talking. The woman grabbed his sleeve and used the force to stand up from the ground. "Grandpa, what do you want from me?"
"Well... it's like this. I made a bet with another old man. He told me that none of my descendants were good at cooking. With my bad temper, I couldn't believe it. So I summoned you to come and show you to that old man." The more he spoke, the lower his voice became.
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