Chapter 223

When did she start to realize that her life was different from other people's?

She spent her childhood among the commoners.

The first time she realized that she was different from others was probably when she was three years old.

She looked at the children of the neighbors playing outside, but she was not allowed to go out.

The nanny with the surname Feng said that it was because her identity was different from them.

Identity? What was identity?

Could it be that everyone was different?

She did not know. At that time, she only had one thought. If only someone could rescue her from that small cage.

The second time she realized that she was different from others was also when she was three years old. That was the first time she looked in the mirror.

In the dim bronze mirror, she looked at the three thousand little people with snow-white hair. She wondered why her hair color was different from others.

The nanny said that this was the hair color that only the noblest people in the world could have.

She did not know what nobleness was about white hair. Didn't the old housekeeper and granny in the family also have white hair?

The third time she realized that she was different from others was when she was four years old.

That day, she sat in the courtyard, listening to the cheers of the people in Chang 'an, quietly in a daze.

The nanny told her that this was the abdication of the Emperor and the ascension of the new Emperor. She had to live well in the future and not go out.

Why?

Everyone was obviously happy. Why couldn't I go out?

She still had the same thought. If only someone could rescue her from this small cage.

The fourth time she realized that she was different from others was when she was seven years old.

That year, she was taken back to the Imperial Palace. When she waved goodbye to the nanny, she already knew that this might be the last time she would see the nanny.

She already knew her identity.

The daughter of the former Empress of the Han Dynasty and the current Princess Ding 'an.

Her father was the Emperor. Her maternal grandfather was also the Emperor.

She began to live carefully.

The princes and princesses in the Imperial Palace had nothing to do with her. She also did not have any status. She was only raised as a palace maid in her mother's room.

She knew that her two uncles had been sentenced to death by her maternal grandfather.

She also saw with her own eyes that another uncle was forced to commit suicide by her maternal grandfather.

The only thing she could rely on was her mother.

If only someone could rescue her from this Weiyang Palace.

On the day that the Greenwood Army attacked Chang 'an, she thought that if only someone could rescue her from Chang' an.

That day was also the last time she saw the nanny.

The nanny took the identity of her mother and burned herself to death in the Weiyang Palace.

She did not look back. She only wanted to live.

She came to the outskirts of Luoyang and moved into the Wind Valley Village.

Her living conditions were much worse than before, but she was very happy.

Living was the pursuit of peace. She felt very at ease here.

Because she could live on.

But that night, when her once gentle mother strangled her neck with a ferocious expression, she understood that she still could not feel at ease here.

Forget it. She was already very tired just living.

She gave up struggling.

Her last thought was that if only someone could rescue her from the Wind Valley Village.

When she woke up again, she found that she had become a newborn baby.

Perhaps... she could usher in a new life?

However, the woman lying beside her, who was her mother, made her give up on this idea.

That head of white hair, that embrace, that face, she could not be more familiar.

That was her mother's face.

Sixteen years. She had been imprisoned here for sixteen years.

Without a name, she could not leave the house.

Sixteen years later, on the altar, she was beheaded by her mother.

When she opened her eyes again, she was still a baby.

Her mother... was still the same mother.

The village was still the same Wind Valley Village.

She had thought of killing herself.

But it was so painful...

And she could not die.

Her mother said that this was a gift, but also a curse. Only God could free them, so they had to sacrifice her to please God.

When she was sixteen years old, on the altar, she was burned to death.

When she opened her eyes again, she was still the same mother and the same Wind Valley Village.

The only difference was that everyone's attire had changed a lot, and the people they knew from the village were no longer there.

It was then that she realized that a hundred years had passed.

So she thought of escaping.

She had been waiting for an opportunity.

And this wait lasted for a thousand years.

She died another twenty times.

She was struck by lightning, drowned, skinned, pierced through the heart, beheaded, burned...

Her immortality grew stronger and stronger, and the methods her mother used to kill her became more and more cruel.

She had always been cooperative.

She endured and waited.

Finally, gradually, her mother loosened her control over her.

She was free to roam the village.

But no one dared to go near her. White hair was a jinx. That was a legend among them.

It was a legend her mother had deliberately spread in the village.

No one would help her.

But it didn't matter. She just wanted to escape.

Her escape from the village was a success. That day, she changed into a coarse man's clothing, took a few taels of silver, and escaped the village under the cover of the night.

She turned back to look at the gradually shrinking village. For the second time, she felt happy.

But it soon turned into despair.

Because she had returned to the village.

The starting point of this path was the village, and the ending point... was also the village.

In the three hundred years that followed, she died another six times.

She had tried countless ways to escape the village.

But in the end, she realized that it had never existed in the first place.

The only people who could leave the village were the priests chosen by the gods.

So she began to sincerely believe in the gods, hoping that the gods could help her get out of the sea of suffering.

That day, she did feel the existence of the gods.

She felt the power of the gods.

She let go of everything and allowed the spirits of the gods to invade her soul.

She prayed to the gods to save her from the sea of suffering.

But the gods just looked at her indifferently.

At that time, she finally understood.

The gods had no feelings.

In his eyes, she was no different from the grass on the roadside.

He would not help her, nor would he stop her.

She was completely in despair.

She began to live every day numbly, waiting for her death when she was sixteen years old.

Then, she continued to repeat it, like an emotionless animal.

Until one day, a foreigner came into the village by chance.

She quietly found him and begged him to take her away.

But the man\'s eyes told her that he had no such intention, and he even had bad thoughts about her.

She was disappointed and killed him with the power of the gods.

But the man had books from the outside world with him.

The book told a story, a story of a hero saving the weak.

She remembered the prayers she had prayed when she was young.

If only there could be a hero to save her from the village.

This became the only pillar of support for her to live.

Although, she also knew that this was just a small delusion.

Later, she found a new way to take revenge on her mother.

That was to die before the age of sixteen.

Because of the increase in immortality, every time she committed suicide, she would be in extreme pain.

But looking at her mother\'s twisted and resentful face, she felt a long-lost joy.

Even if she would live a worse life the next time she was resurrected.

After an unknown period of time, everyone\'s hair gradually became shorter, and their clothes began to become less complicated.

She became more and more indifferent to life.

Anyway, there was no hope.

A hero who would save her or something like that, in the end, was just a thing in the story.

It was precisely because there were no heroes that they were sung about in the story.

That was how she thought.

And so, time quietly passed.

This time, she was reincarnated again.

After being born, she found herself on the altar.

Her mother, who was covered in cuts and bruises, held her face and smiled very happily.

"Ah Jiu, our curse of fate is finally going to end. Are you happy?"

She didn\'t know.

But her mother did care for her in every way possible, and even passed the title of\ 'High Priestess\' to her to inherit.

But what was the point of that?

She had long since known why her immortality was getting stronger and stronger.

Because a part of God\'s divine power and spirit was attached to her soul.

After almost two thousand years, to her mother, she was now just a vessel that was used to break free from the curse.

She was like a disposable tool. After all, after a few decades, she would be born again.

And so, when she was three years old, she made a request:

"I want to live freely, even if it\'s just in the village, even if it\'s only for a few decades."

Her mother agreed.

And so, she was able to leave the Wind Valley Village where blood flowed every day, and came to... another Wind Valley Village.

There was an\ 'aunt\' there.

The\ 'aunt\' still did not treat her well, and the disciples in the village also ignored her under her mother\'s orders. In their minds, the\ 'high priest\' was just a disposable tool.

Was there a need for a tool to get close to her?

But she did not care anymore.

Another ten years passed, and she was almost 16 years old.

But she did not have any thoughts.

Forget it, so be it.

She was already very tired.

And then, those outsiders came.

At that time, she suddenly had an idea.

Her mother said that this was the day she would be freed from the curse.

What would happen if … she broke the curse?

And so, when the old man who reeked of blood wanted to take her out in the middle of the night, she did not resist.

She knew that the old man wanted to kill her.

She even hoped that the old man would really kill her.

Just as the old man was about to raise his butcher knife, she saw that person.

He was humming a song as he leisurely walked over.

He even had a relaxed smile on his face.

Seeing him kill that old man so easily, for some reason, her heart that had been silent for a long time began to beat.

When he asked, "Are you not afraid of me?", she shook her head.

She was not afraid, and even felt a peace of mind that she had not felt in a long time.

She hoped that the old man would kill her.

But the old man did not do so. He even brought her back to the house and did not do anything to her.

That night, she fell asleep.

She did not see her mother in her dreams, nor did she see God in her dreams.

She did not even dream.

Just like that, she slept all the way until dawn.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing that appeared in her vision was his peaceful sleeping face.

She felt a sense of peace.

She gently rested her head on his chest and whispered, "Will you be my hero …"

She knew that she could not escape. Her mother would always have a way to catch her.

And so, on the day of her sixteenth birthday, she asked him a question:

"Brother, can you take me out of the village?"

She heard the answer that made her feel at ease.

"Of course, no matter what happens, no matter where you are, I will take you with me."

At that moment, the sunlight shone on his gentle smiling face, as if it was shrouded in a faint layer of light.

Ah Jiu's heart was beating very fast.

This is my hero …

…

Opening her eyes, the wind was howling around her.

Across from Ah Jiu, there was a girl who looked exactly like her.

But the girl's eyes were golden, and there was not a single trace of emotion in them.

"It's time." The girl's voice was like metal, "At that time, I put my power into your body to erode the seal, and now it's about time. Come, give your body to me. "

Feng Ah Jiu was trying her best to resist the pain that felt like her soul was about to leave her body.

But how could a person fight against a God?

She could not hold on any longer.

I came as promised, but I couldn't hold on in the end …

Feng Ah Jiu, you … are ridiculous.

"Hm ~ ~ this won't do ~ ~"

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in Ah Jiu's ear.

She felt that the pain in her soul had completely disappeared.

Tilting her head, she saw a peerless and gentle smile.

Right in front of her, the golden-eyed "Feng Ah Jiu" showed emotional fluctuations for the first time, "You interfered with me previously … as expected, you injected your spirit into her body at that time.

"What are you?"

The woman in the black cheongsam used the folding fan in her hand to cover the lower half of her face, thinking hard,

"If it's Mr. Wang, what should I say now ~ ~"

Her eyes curved, and she suddenly realized, "It should be like this ~ ~"

Miss An closed the folding fan in her hand and patted her palm, "An Wanying, just a passing … Rakshasa bird ghost bride ~ ~"