The day Shi Fu was burned to death was her 19th birthday. On that day, she was dressed in red, had an iron chain around her throat, and was nailed to the upright black coffin above the altar.
When she was dying, she looked up to heaven in confusion, trying to seek an answer from the unreachable gods and Buddhas.
In this life, the believing girl has done many good deeds and has never had any intention of harming others. Why did she end up with people betraying her and not ending up well?
The gods and Buddhas were silent, but heavy snow fell all over the sky, as if they wanted to use the pure white snow to cover up the city of Shangjing, which had been stained red with blood, and bury millions of corpses together.
There was the sound of shallow footsteps in the silence, and a silver moon gun lifted her chin. The person's voice was cold: "Not dead yet?"
Soon, soon.
Shi Fuzhuo agreed in her heart, and raised her eyes with great effort, trying to see what the last person she saw in this life would look like, and whether he might be the god who came to save her.
Suddenly, countless images appeared in her mind, and she seemed to have experienced countless reincarnations in an instant.
"Haha." A tear finally slipped from the corner of Shi Fuzhuo's eyes, and he laughed at himself before losing his breath, "That's how it is."
In the end, it is of no importance, and the gods and Buddhas do not bless me.
[Short story within 2w]
Purpose: Good people have a peaceful life