When Li Jingwen walked out of her room and said to her parents, "I want to go to school," her parents widened their eyes and asked, word by word, like a stuck machine, "You want to go to school?"
Li Jingwen nodded silently.
The mother asked helplessly: "Baby, why do you suddenly want to go to school?"
The scene of that night reappeared in Li Jingwen's mind.
The boy turned his back to her and waved at her, "Come to school soon, your classmates miss you very much."
In the cool night, the boy's careless voice concealed a trace of barely perceptible warmth:
"If you don't study hard now, how can you become a teacher in the future?"
Even Li Jingwen herself almost forgot her dream, but Le Jing still remembered it. When she didn't know, during her painful and dark days, there was always someone who was silently paying attention to her. Whenever she thought of this, she felt that the emptiness in her heart was filled.
Because Le Jing was in school, she was no longer afraid.
Facing her mother's inquiring gaze, Li Jingwen suppressed her instinctive desire to lower her head, and bravely looked up into her mother's eyes. Her voice was not loud but very firm: "My friends are waiting for me at school."
The father, who was usually not good at speaking, had tears in his eyes. He said to Li Jingwen carefully, "I, I will take you to school tomorrow!"
The mother hugged her excitedly and cried softly.
Li Jingwen pursed her lips, feeling even more guilty. Ever since she had to stay home from school due to school violence, her parents must have been very worried about her.
Now, it's time to get everything back on track.
…
Li Jingwen, who suddenly came to class, naturally attracted the attention of the whole class. Many classmates who had a good relationship with her before gathered around her desk, chattering and asking her about her well-being.
Li Jingwen answered their questions absentmindedly, her eyes lingering on Le Jing's empty seat. It was almost time for class, why hadn't Le Jing come yet?
After the first get out of class, Li Jingwen couldn't help but ask the person sitting in front of Le Jing: "Excuse me, why didn't Le Jing come?"
The smile on the man at the front table disappeared immediately, and there was a sadness on his face that Li Jingwen could not understand.
"Say something!"
"Le Jing...Le Jing bravely rescued two children from drowning yesterday, but accidentally...drowned."
It was like a bolt from the blue. Li Jingwen held onto the table, feeling dizzy and dizzy.
How could it be... How could it be possible?!
She hadn't expressed her gratitude to him yet, she hadn't become friends with him yet, she hadn't even had time to reveal her secret girlish feelings to him...
Yes, the moment she learned of Le Jing’s death, Li Jingwen suddenly realized that she seemed to like him.
But it's too late.
This girl's thoughts are destined to be her secret alone.
Li Jingwen knelt on the ground and cried bitterly amid the astonished and confused gazes of her classmates.
…
When Le Jing was a child, he once wondered what kind of expressions his parents would have on their faces if he died.
Now, he knew the answer.
Le Zhengye held the banner that commemorated his bravery and showed a proud yet sad smile to the camera.
He talked to reporters about his excellent educational philosophy, saying that Le Jing's bravery was the result of his teaching by example.
So disgusting.
This is his father.
A disgusting man who is arrogant, vain, proud, cold, selfish and despotic.
Le Jing sometimes wondered if the reason why Le Zhengye hated his mother's mental abnormality so much was because Le Zhengye himself was a mentally ill patient.
But he might never get the answer.
With the death of his only son, Le Zhengye had to go and inform Le Jing's biological mother out of both emotional and logical reasons.
Le Jing's biological mother, Ms. Chen Mansi, is now being held in a mental hospital.
Le Jing followed Le Zhengye into the ward, like a ghost that no one was watching.
When Ms. Chen Mansi learned the news, she was heartbroken like any mother who had lost her child, and was in so much pain that she seemed like she would faint at the next moment.
This sad look successfully aroused Le Zhengye's sympathy for her, but it failed to deceive Le Jing.
Le Jing almost wanted to laugh out loud.
How interesting.
His father was proud of his bravery, while his mother wanted to use his death to escape from the mental hospital.
He "died", but his parents were not sad about it. Only such parents could give birth to a "monster" like him.
He has no friends.
So no one will be sad about his death.
Le Jing walked out of the ward without looking back, bidding farewell to this world completely.
From now on, this world has nothing to do with him anymore.
It's a lonely road ahead, but he will keep going.
…
In December, a black snow fell in the small town of Nice, on the border of the Louis Empire. The black snow fell heavily, dyeing everything black.
The townspeople ran out of their homes in panic, looking around in dismay, and many broke down and cried loudly.
"God, have you abandoned us?"
"This is the devil's curse!"
"Merciful Father God, please save us!"
"What did we do wrong? Why are we being punished like this?"
The pastor, wearing a thick felt hat, shouted from a distance: "Go home quickly, don't stay outside, this filthy snow will kill you!"
After a flurry of activity, only a mess of footprints remained in the black snow.
Black snowflakes fell on the priest's platinum cloak, leaving black marks like twisted centipedes, and soon melted into black water dripping onto the ground. The priest's face was blurred in his felt hat. He stood blankly in the snow, his lips opening and closing, exhaling clouds of white mist:
"No matter who it is, please save them... As long as they can survive, even if they are demons..."
The black snow covered the sky and swallowed up his voice.
…
In the royal city of the Louis Empire, the headquarters of the Church of Light, St. John's Church, a sacrificial ceremony is being prepared.
Angela clasped her fingers to her lips, closed her eyes, and knelt quietly on the wooden floor of the prayer room. Her long silver hair spread out on the ground like a beautiful water lotus. Her intricate and flowing long skirt dragged on the ground. The sunlight shone through the stained glass in the church, and shone on the white crystals inlaid in the hollow pattern on the hem of her skirt, flashing clear colorful light.
Outside the church, there was a huge crowd of people. People from different countries and nationalities spoke different languages and used different accents to discuss the same thing - the sacrificial ceremony held by the Church of Light.
The door creaked open and a pair of brisk footsteps came up and stopped behind her, "My lord, the miko is ready."
Angela's silver eyelashes trembled, and her silver pupils opened clearly: "Now, what time is it?"
"An hour more, my Lord."
Angela raised her eyes and looked at the huge statue in front of her.
The ferocious demon king held a human skull in his hand and stood on top of the human remains. His blood-red eyes were filled with a cruelty and coldness that swallowed everything.
This had been her lifelong enemy.
From the moment she was chosen as the saint, she swore in front of the statue of the God of Light that she would fight against evil all her life.
So she went to the front line many times, leading the holy army in bloody battles with the abyss demons, and her hands were stained with too much demon blood.
But now, she was about to step onto the altar and pray for the demon god's response with the most humble posture and the most humble language.
The God of Light abandoned this cursed continent.
They spent a hundred years and tried various methods but could not get a response from the God of Light.
Dark clouds blocked the sun, the barren land was barren, the sea water turned into deadly poison, and the hungry goats began to eat humans...
Even scarier, the magic is fading.
This world is gradually declining. In another thirty years, this world will end in deathly silence.
Angela will not allow such a desperate and tragic ending to happen!
Since the God of Light has abandoned them, they can only pray for a response from the Demon God.
Even if she has to betray her faith, fall into the devil's way, and feed the devil with her own body, she is determined to save this world!
Angela bowed deeply to the statue of the devil, stood up, and walked towards the door without looking back, her skirt fluttering like a white butterfly in summer.
An altar had been built at the church entrance yesterday. Four tall and sturdy stone pillars were erected around the altar, on which were carved various ferocious demons and beasts.
The noisy scene gradually quieted down when the twelve priestesses in white robes walked to the altar. When Angela, the thirteenth priestess, walked to the middle of the altar, the huge sea of people fell silent.
Pupils of different colors gathered on the altar. It was so quiet that one could hear the heavy breathing coming together.
It seemed that all the humans on the continent had gathered here.
They were once devout believers of the God of Light, but now they place their last hope on the Demon King.
As long as the devil can keep them alive, they will believe in the devil.
After Angela raised her hands high, even the panting sound disappeared. The dense crowd watched all this silently, as if countless underground ghosts were quietly looking at the living world, with black flames burning in their eyes.
The priests struck the first drum in the audience, the sound was dull and deafening.
Accompanied by drum beats, the twelve witches respectfully placed the offerings on the altar and began to dance.
With her waist twisting and her long sleeves fluttering, she looks like a flying fairy in mythology.
Elegant, smart, noble and holy, fresh and natural.
Strength and beauty are perfectly combined here.
This was a sacrificial dance for summoning the devil that they discovered in an abandoned dungeon.
The wind was blowing hard, countless green leaves were dancing in the air, dark clouds were rolling, the sky was visibly darkening, the sun disappeared, and faint thunder was heard in the distance.
No one wanted to leave. Everyone's mind was drawn to the stage. They forgot about the world and themselves, and their hearts and eyes were filled with the breathtaking sacrificial dance.
After the first drop of rain hit the ground, Angela's singing rang out. Her voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
The pronunciation of the song is profound and mysterious, and contains complex rhythms. It is used exclusively for prayers and is the language of God.
But singing alone is not enough.
The twelve dancing priestesses simultaneously raised their swords, pointed them at their hearts, and stabbed them with a smile.
"Demon King, we... pray for your coming, pray for your favor..."
Blood was gushing out of their chests, but their eyes contained the despair and fanaticism of a desperate gamble.
Her hands flew, and a sharp magic dagger appeared in Angela's palms. She held the dagger and stabbed it hard into her arm. The winding blood flowed along her arm and merged into the pool of blood on the ground.
She chanted a spell in a low voice, and the blood on the ground gradually turned into a blood-colored magic circle, and the faint blood light flowed quietly along the lines of the formation.
Angela prostrated herself on the ground, her forehead pressed tightly against the ground, and cried out, "Lord, please have mercy!"
The believers below the stage knelt on the ground in unison, shouting like a tsunami: "Lord, please have mercy!"
The next moment, the magic circle shone brightly, and in the dazzling blood light, a blurry figure appeared in the center of the formation.
After more than ten seconds, the light dissipated, Angela looked up and saw the man standing in the center of the magic circle.
It's the devil!
The devil responded to her!!
She suddenly remembered what was written in the scriptures: Do not look directly at God.
She lowered her head in panic and said, "Lord, thank you for responding to the call of your servants. This world will crawl at your feet, just to seek your favor for your humble servants."
A pair of strange leather shoes appeared in her narrow field of vision, and an elegant cello-like sound rang above her head: "Lift your head."
Angela raised her head obediently and finally saw the true face of the devil: black hair and black eyes, fair face, wearing a shirt and trousers of strange style, with elegant temperament. He did not look like the devil from hell, but rather like a scholar.
Demon King, this is what he looks like?
Le Jing glanced at the girl crawling in a pool of blood with a frenzied look on her face, then looked at the dozen or so female corpses scattered not far from the blood magic circle, feeling extremely complicated.
Has he traveled to a large-scale cult sacrificial ceremony?
What a cruel and evil cult this must be, that they actually practice human sacrifice!
Now, he seems to be regarded as an evil god by these fanatics.
"May I have your name?"
The girl's face flushed with excitement: "My name is Angela, I used to be the Holy Maiden of the God of Light, and now I am your witch!"
Le Jing:……???
Why are you, a good clergyman, involved in a cult?
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