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When Li Jingwen walked out of the room and said to her parents, "I want to go to school," her parents widened their eyes at the same time and asked word by word like a stuck machine, "Are you going 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 to her, "Come to school quickly, your classmates miss you very much."

In the cool night, the boy's careless voice hid a few traces of imperceptible warmth:

"If you don't study hard now, how can you be a teacher in the future?"

Even Li Jingwen herself almost forgot the dream, but Le Jing still remembered it. When she didn't know, in her painful and dark days, there was always someone who was silently paying attention to her. As long as she thought of this, she felt that the emptiness in her heart was filled.

Because Le Jing was in the school, she was no longer afraid.

Facing her mother's inquiring eyes, Li Jingwen suppressed her instinctive reaction of wanting to lower her head, bravely raised her eyes and looked directly into her mother's eyes, her voice was not loud but very firm: "There are friends waiting for me at school."

The father, who has always been taciturn, had tears in his eyes. He carefully said to Li Jingwen: "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. Since she was suspended from school because of school violence, her parents must be 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 and chattered about her well-being.

Li Jingwen answered their questions absent-mindedly, 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 asking Le Jing's deskmate: "Excuse me, why didn't Le Jing come?"

The smile on his deskmate's face disappeared immediately, and his face was filled with sadness that Li Jingwen couldn't understand.

"Speak up!"

"Le Jing... Le Jing was brave enough to save two children who fell into the water yesterday, but accidentally... drowned."

A thunderbolt struck, Li Jingwen held onto the table, and felt dizzy.

How could... how could it be possible? !

She hadn't expressed her gratitude to him properly, she hadn't become friends with him, and she hadn't even had time to tell him her secret girlish thoughts...

Yes, the moment she learned of Le Jing's death, Li Jingwen suddenly realized that she seemed to like him.

But it was too late.

This girlish thought was destined to be her secret alone.

Li Jingwen knelt on the ground, crying in the surprised and puzzled eyes of her classmates.

...

When Le Jing was a child, he had thought about what kind of expression his parents would have on their faces if he died.

Now, he knows the answer.

Le Zhengye held the banner of his bravery and showed a proud but sad smile to the camera of the reporter.

He talked about his excellent educational philosophy to the reporter, saying that Le Jing's courage was the result of his words and deeds.

So disgusting.

This is his father.

A disgusting man who is arrogant, vain, arrogant, cold, selfish and **.

Le Jing sometimes wondered if Le Zhengye hated his mother's mental abnormality so much because Le Zhengye himself was a patient with mental illness.

But he might never get the answer.

With the death of his only son, Le Zhengye had to go and tell Le Jing's biological mother out of emotion and reason.

And Le Jing's biological mother, Ms. Chen Mansi, is now locked up 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 as heartbroken as any mother who lost her child, and she seemed to faint in the next moment.

This sad look successfully aroused Le Zhengye's sympathy for her, but it could not deceive Le Jing.

Le Jing almost wanted to laugh out loud.

How interesting.

His father felt proud of his bravery, and 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 had no friends.

So no one would feel sad for his death.

Le Jing walked out of the ward without looking back and bid farewell to this world completely.

From then on, this world had nothing to do with him.

The next is a lonely road, 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 walked out of their homes in panic, looking around in panic, and many people broke down and cried.

"God, have you abandoned us?"

"This is the devil's curse!"

"Merciful Father God, please save us!"

"What did we do wrong? Why are you punishing us like this?"

The pastor wearing a thick felt hat shouted from a distance: "Go home quickly, don't stay outside, this filthy snow will take your lives!"

After a flurry of people and horses, 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 and dripped onto the ground. The priest's face was hidden in the felt hat and was blurred. He stood in the snow blankly, 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 swallowed up his voice.

…

In the capital of the Louis Empire, the headquarters of the Church of Light, St. John's Church, a sacrifice ceremony was being prepared.

Angela clasped her fingers together and placed them on her lips, her eyes closed, 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, and her complicated and elegant long skirt dragged to the ground. The sunlight shone through the stained glass in the church, dyeing the white crystals inlaid on the hollow patterns on the hem of the skirt, flashing clear and colorful light.

Outside the church, there were crowds of people. People from different countries and nationalities spoke different languages ​​and discussed the same thing in different accents - the sacrifice ceremony held by the Church of Light.

The door opened with a creak, and a brisk footstep came to her and stopped behind her, "My lord, the witch is ready."

The silver eyelashes trembled, and Angela's silver pupils opened clearly: "Now, what time is it?"

"There is still an hour, my lord."

Angela looked up at the huge statue in front of her.

The ferocious demon king held the human skull and stood on the piles of human remains. His blood-red eyes were cruel and cold, swallowing everything.

This was once her lifelong enemy.

From the moment she was chosen as a saint, she swore in front of the statue of the God of Light that she would be an enemy of evil all her life.

So she stepped onto the front line many times, led the holy army to fight 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 response of the demon god in the most humble posture and the most humble language.

The God of Light abandoned this cursed continent.

They spent a hundred years and used various methods but could not get the response of the God of Light.

The black clouds covered the sun, the barren land was barren, the sea water turned into deadly venom, and the hungry goats began to feed on humans...

What was even more terrifying was that magic was disappearing.

This world was gradually declining, and in another thirty years, this world would usher in a dead end.

Angela would not allow such a desperate and tragic ending to happen!

Since the God of Light abandoned them, they could only pray for the response of the demon god.

Even if she abandoned her faith, fell into the devil's way, and fed the devil with her body, she would save this world!

Angela finally bowed deeply to the statue of the demon king, stood up, and walked towards the door without looking back, with the hem of her skirt flying like a white butterfly in summer.

At the entrance of the church, an altar had been built as early as yesterday. Four tall and sturdy stone pillars were erected around the altar, on which were carved various ferocious demons and beasts.

The noisy scene slowly quieted down when the twelve witches in white sacrificial garments walked to the altar. When Angela, as the thirteenth witch, walked to the middle of the altar, the huge crowd was silent.

Pupils of different colors gathered on the altar, and it was so quiet that one could hear the heavy breathing that gathered together.

It seemed that all the humans on the entire continent had gathered here.

They were all devout believers of the God of Light, and now they placed their last hope on the Demon King.

As long as the Demon King could keep them alive, they would believe in the Demon King.

After Angela raised her hands high, even the panting disappeared. The dense crowd watched all this silently, as if countless underground dead souls were quietly looking at the living world, with black flames burning in their eyes.

The priests struck the first drum under the stage, and 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 twisted waists and fluttering long sleeves, they looked like the flying goddess in mythology.

Elegant, agile, noble and holy, fresh and natural.

Strength and beauty are perfectly combined here.

This is the sacrificial dance for summoning the devil that they found in an abandoned underground city.

The wind was blowing hard, countless green leaves were flying in the air with the wind, 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 moved by the stage. Forgetting the world, forgetting oneself, the heart and eyes were full of the soul-stirring sacrificial dance.

After the first drop of rain fell on the ground, Angela's singing sounded, the sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The song's pronunciation was profound and mysterious, implying complex rhythms. This was a language dedicated to prayer and belonging to the gods.

However, singing alone was not enough.

Twelve dancing witches simultaneously raised their swords to their hearts and stabbed them with a smile.

"Devil, we... pray for your coming, pray for your favor..."

Blood was pouring from their chests, but their eyes contained desperate despair and fanaticism.

With her palms flying, a sharp magic dagger appeared in Angela's palm. She held the dagger and stabbed it hard at her arm. The winding blood flowed down her arm and merged into the vast pool of blood on the ground.

She whispered a spell, and the blood on the ground turned into a blood-colored magic array bit by bit, and the faint blood light flowed quietly along the lines of the array.

Angela prostrated herself on the ground, her forehead pressed tightly against the ground, and shouted loudly: "Lord, please have mercy!"

The believers below the stage knelt 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 vague figure appeared in the center of the formation.

Ten seconds later, the light dissipated, and Angela raised her head and saw the man standing in the center of the magic circle.

It's the devil!

The devil responded to her! !

She suddenly remembered the record in the scriptures: Don't look directly at God.

She hurriedly lowered her head in panic, "Lord, thank you for responding to the call of the servants. This world will crawl at your feet, just to seek your favor for the humble servants."

A pair of leather shoes with strange styles appeared in her narrow vision, and the elegant sound like a cello sounded above her head: "Raise your head."

Angela raised her head obediently and finally saw the true face of the devil: black hair and black eyes, white face, wearing a strange shirt and trousers, elegant temperament, does not look like a devil in hell, but like a scholar.

Demon, so this is what he looks like?

Le Jing glanced at the girl crawling in the pool of blood with a fanatical expression, and then looked at the dozen female corpses scattered not far from the blood magic circle, with a very complicated mood.

He is, in a large-scale cult sacrifice site?

What a cruel and evil cult this must be, actually using human sacrifice!

Now, he seems to be regarded as an evil god by these fanatics.

"What's your name?"

The girl's face flushed with excitement: "My name is Angela, I used to be the saint of the God of Light, and now I am your witch!"

Le Jing: ...? ? ?

Why are you, a good clergyman, doing evil cult worship!