If there were no gods, why would she suffer such a fate?

The visitor obviously knew her very well: "Because of your fate in the past eighteen years?"

"Um."

Her body temperature continued to drain, but she tried her best to stay awake and waited for the other party's answer.

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

"What to try?"

"Well... first of all, it's getting married. Haven't you always wanted to choose the person you like? I'll give you this opportunity. You can have a wedding every day, and the groom will never be the same every day."

"What if I don't like it either?"

"Just kill him."

The man took out something from nowhere and gently placed it in front of her, "If you don't like it, just let this candle with death written on it burn out first."

She wondered: "Why?"

"It doesn't mean much. I just hope you remember that your destiny is in your own hands."

"Do you have control over 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."

"Um?"

The man did not continue, but said softly: "I don't have the means to connect with the soul, but are you willing to wait? Just wait and see."

"What are you looking at?"

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

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

"I'm willing to wait."

She clearly felt that gods could not be killed, and that fate was irresistible, but she still agreed.

"It's going to be a long time."

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

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

The blood continued to drain. When she was dying, she secretly lifted the hijab, but only saw a back figure gradually moving away.

He walked without knowing where he was going, and his steps were unimaginably firm.

The Yang Mansion no longer exists, there are corpses everywhere, the whole world is devastated, the sky and the earth are black, and the darkness is connected, which makes her feel an inexplicable despair in her heart.

Is the world destroyed?

The whole world was pitch black, leaving only the retreating figure and the remaining light in his hand.

The man was holding something in his hand that she had never seen before. She couldn't see it clearly, and there was a slight light on it.

Perhaps he noticed her gaze, but the man did not stop or 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 was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

The man did not answer, but suddenly smiled and said, "Did you know that in our time, candles were not actually used like this."

This man talks really strangely...

She asked: "How does that work?"

"It's for blowing."

There seemed to be another sentence behind it, but she couldn't remember it clearly, and she fell asleep quickly.

She knew that she was dead and died on her eighteenth birthday.

The world became dark, and the man's figure also walked away.

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

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

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

But she knows who the real evil ghost is.

"Click."

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

An indescribable sense of oppression came over me.

Yang Xiaowan's heart was beating fast, 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.
Chapter completed!