A Ling is a girl who grew out of the soil.
He has no relatives or friends, he behaves like a tree in daily life, and his mind is full of lumps of wood.
The doctor stroked his beard and sighed to her: This child is probably not stupid.
He pondered and added, but it's okay, fools are blessed.
Stupidity is sincerity, but happiness is smoke and mirrors.
The epidemic spread in Jiangling, and A Ling fell into a mass grave with high fever, turning into a charred wood that was dying of fire.
Her forehead was hot, but her body was gradually cooling down due to blood loss. There was only her own violent heartbeat in the empty cemetery. Her hands and feet were weak, but she still managed to grab the corner of his clothes from the pile of corpses.
The starting price is two taels, and the final decision is made with one hammer.
She originally thought she had taken back the sharp knife that was destined to cross her throat, but in a roundabout way, she just handed the handle of the knife into the hands of another person.
As luck would have it, the opportunity she was asked to seize was a demon with a lot of blood debt.
Intention: Cherish yourself.