This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Above the boundless East China Sea, the waves are sparkling, under the blue sky, white seabirds are flying high, and in between the two, there are only a few fishing boats floating on the sea.

"Anniu! What are you daydreaming about? Come over and help me!" On the fishing boat, a burly man was pulling the fishing net with all his might and yelling at An Ling.

"Here I come!" An Ling put down the work in her hands, trotted over, took one side of the net, gritted her teeth, and tried her best to help collect the net.

The scorching sun, the bumpy fishing boats, and the sweat that flows down the cheeks like a stream are the most common scenes in the lives of fishermen in the East China Sea.

An Ling was wearing shorts, her cheeks and body were tanned darkly, and although her exposed shoulders and arms were not strong, one could still see clear and smooth muscle contours, filled with a sense of strength as flexible as a reed.

She, along with several other fishermen, completed today's fishing work.

At the dock, An Ling wiped her hands, took the wages from the boat captain, and after checking them carefully, she smiled and said, "Uncle, it's not necessary..." The boat captain just patted An Ling's thin but powerful shoulders and said, "Anniu, we all know about your sister-in-law's situation, so don't think too much about it. This is what we all want. Hurry up and buy some medicine and take good care of your mother, okay?"

An Ling held the salary which was more than usual in her hand, and her eyes felt sour. She nodded silently: "Thank you, uncle... Thank you so much..."

"Hey, you don't have to be polite to us every time. After all, your father...well, if he knew how capable you are, he would definitely be happy for you."

An Ling didn't say anything else, but she had already kept this kindness in her heart.

An Ling walked along the path in the fishing village, greeting everyone she passed by in a familiar manner. This year was the fifteenth year since she came to this world from Blue Star. She was even more familiar with every tree and blade of grass in this small fishing village than she was with her previous life. She was no longer a female college student in the 21st century, but a little fisherwoman in the ancient world. That dreamlike world and the distant past seemed to be just a dream imagined by the fisherwoman in her spare time.

She turned into her own courtyard and began to boil the medicine with ease. Yes, she was a time traveler who traveled through time to a newborn baby, and she was a time traveler without any system or cheat codes!

She had actually lived in the other world for fifteen years, and naturally had a blood relationship with her mother who had carried her for ten months and raised her. Her mother was seriously ill, and could only rely on these few medicinal herbs to prolong her life. For this reason, no matter how hard it was, she had to persevere.

After decocting the medicine, An Ling adjusted her facial expression, walked into the room with a sunny smile and shouted, "Mom, get up and take the medicine!"

On the shabby wooden bed, a human-shaped figure lay motionless.

"Mother?" An Ling took two steps forward. "It's time to get up, mother."

The object is motionless.

"Bang!" The medicine bowl fell to the ground and the liquid splashed.

"Mother..."

An Ling crawled to the bed and kept pushing her mother. She hoped to wake her up like she did every morning. Then, her mother would smile at her gently and tell her not to work too hard... The torn mat rustled, but the person on it did not move.

An Ling shed tears silently and pressed her forehead tightly against her mother's cold palm.

Mother...left her after all.

There were no conditions for the funeral, so it had to be hastily done. An Ling placed her mother next to her father's cenotaph, so that even if they could not sleep together in life, they could be buried together in death.

After taking care of all the matters, An Ling sat down in front of her parents' grave.

When An Ling was seven years old, her father went missing at sea. Going missing at sea meant death. The family lost its mainstay, and all expenses had to be supported by An's mother. She worked as a needlework girl, sold small goods, and went fishing at sea like men, just to support her widowed daughter. Unfortunately, fate played tricks on people, and in the end, they could not escape birth, aging, illness and death.

"If I could also cultivate immortality, things like this wouldn't have happened!" An Ling grabbed a handful of grass on the ground angrily, tears falling uncontrollably.

Yes, it is possible to cultivate immortality in this world, but An Ling just doesn't have the opportunity. As for the remote fishing village where she lives, there are countless such villages in the world. Even if immortals recruit disciples, they will give priority to young talents from the imperial capital or major counties. Who would care about a little fisher girl like her? Immortal fate also has different levels.

The small fishing village where An Ling lived was a peaceful place to live. Although sea monsters often caused trouble, it was not bad compared to the village next door. A few years ago, the villagers in the village next door were swallowed up by the huge waves raised by the monster while they were sleeping, and no one was left.

She could live in fear every day but pretend nothing had happened and continue to live an ordinary life. But did she, An Ling, really want to fish in this small fishing village for the rest of her life?

When An Ling thought of this, she felt angry and helpless, and her future was bleak. However, she still kowtowed to her parents respectfully, thought for a moment, and said firmly, "Dad, Mom, I will try my best to live, and live better than anyone else."

After returning to her shabby home, An Ling took a moment to relax, cleaned the house, and poured all her savings that she had stored in the rice jar, against the wall, under the bed, etc. onto the table, carefully counting each penny.

However, the more she counted, the more upset she felt. "I spent all my savings on buying medicine. I'm really going to starve to death if this continues! Am I going to be the first time traveler to be so poor that he starves to death?!"

"Alas, I can't work now. I'll think of a solution tomorrow..." An Ling yawned. Maybe because she was too tired, she fell asleep directly on the table.

Hazily, she seemed to have returned to Earth and to the university classroom. The next second, the scene shifted back to home. Her father was reading a newspaper and her mother was coming out of the kitchen with soup. She smiled and said, "Xiaoling, come here. Mom made your favorite pork rib soup today." An Ling raised her head and looked at her mother's face. She was shocked to find that it was the face of her mother in this life!

She was horrified and took a step back, but in an instant, she arrived at the coast of the fishing village again. The sky and the sea were dark, and the clouds were so thick that it made people feel breathless.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the distance, and a thin white line appeared across the sky. Soon, the white line gradually expanded, and the black sky seemed to be torn apart, revealing its original white background. The white mark rolled in with unparalleled momentum! "Boom..." The sound like muffled thunder came from far to near, dull, and with a deadly rhythm, making people's hearts beat violently involuntarily following its rhythm.

The white light penetrated the sky, illuminating the entire sky. The strong light made the East China Sea look like daytime.

An Ling stood there, enveloped by the white light, unable to move. She was even forced to stop thinking: she had forgotten who she was and that she was dreaming. In her mind and eyes, there was only that white light. She was involuntarily attracted by its beauty, imprinting this light deeply in her memory, and integrating her soul into this light...

"Pah!" A crisp sound rang out, but An Ling was still immersed in the beauty of the white light and didn't want to pay any attention to it. After a while, "Pah, pah, pah!" The same sound rang out again, but this time there were more and more urgent sounds.

An Ling was confused and waved her hands unconsciously. The sound stopped, and a high-pitched male voice was heard shouting, "It's over, it's over. If he doesn't wake up like this, I'm afraid he won't make it!" Then, it seemed that another person responded with something in a muffled voice... Wait, who is talking?

An Ling opened her eyes suddenly, and was met with a shifty face. The man had a small mustache, and his eyes were slightly narrowed and turned upwards. It seemed that his eyesight was not very good. He said happily: "Hey! Are you awake?"

An Ling was startled and stepped back quickly, but fell to the ground. She didn't know how to react for a moment, and could only ask stupidly, "Who are you?" After a while, she felt her cheek burning, and when she raised her hand to touch it, she found it was swollen!

"Me?" The man with the mustache pointed at himself and said, "I'm your savior, okay!"

What on earth had happened? An Ling felt as if her brain had become a paste and she had lost the ability to think.

"Second brother, don't mess around." A calm and steady female voice sounded. An Ling looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged woman with half white hair, wearing a black robe, with her wrists and ankles tied with cloth strips, looking capable and refreshing, with a long sword on her back, just like a chivalrous person.

After getting over her initial shock, An Ling calmed down. She stood up and bowed to the three people, imitating the plot in the TV series in her previous life. "I am really sorry for being so rude. Can you please tell me," she paused, "what exactly happened just now?"