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她在诡夜里掌香火
Suheng
When a strange night falls, living people enter the temple, first offer incense, and then seek survival. Lin Sui was forced by the Wen family to marry the young master of the Jiang family who had been unconscious for three days at the wedding banquet. Everyone said that the Wen family had raised her and asked her to bow her head for her sister, the family, and the marriage contract. Until she opened the back of the marriage certificate and saw a line of words that only she could see: The bride was aged three years and died at the age of three. That night, the Zhaoye Incense Shop left by my mother opened its doors in the dark night, and the ruined temple only accepted ten people. There were crowds of wet shadows outside the door, and the Wen family was crying and begging inside. Wen Suining called her sister weakly, and the Jiang family forced her to save her life with a marriage contract. But Zhaoye Temple doesn't recognize tears or family ties, it only recognizes accounts. Wen Suining borrowed her name, her longevity, and her marriage contract to extend her life; the Jiang family ancestral hall wrote her as a substitute; and the Wen family ancestral hall stamped it on the back of the marriage contract. Lin Sui lit the first stick of black-headed incense, opened the incense account, and began to liquidate all the hidden life debts in public. But she soon discovered that she was also involved in the old account. She is not an ordinary survivor, but the new temple blessing of Zhaoye Temple. She can open doors, check names, make up for regulations, and audit accounts, but she must also pay a price: every time she saves a person, her life lamp is shortened; every time she turns over a page of accounts, her real name is swallowed up by the old temple. Someone came outside the door with her mother's red thread to deliver the bill. Zhizha Street split from the temple, and her name was written on the living paper receipt. Lin Sui finally understood that Weiye was not a sudden disaster, but old debts that had been buried for many years by relatives, family, marriage contracts and incense, and it was finally time to pay them back. This time, no one can let her die for others.
When a strange night falls, living people enter the temple, first offer incense, and then seek survival. Lin Sui was forced by the Wen family to marry the young master of the Jiang family who had been unconscious for three days at the wedding banquet. Everyone said that the Wen family had raised her and asked her to bow her head for her sister, the family, and the marriage contract. Until she opened the back of the marriage certificate and saw a line of words that only she could see: The bride was aged three years and died at the age of three. That night, the Zhaoye Incense Shop left by my mother opened its doors in the dark night, and the ruined temple only accepted ten people. There were crowds of wet shadows outside the door, and the Wen family was crying and begging inside. Wen Suining called her sister weakly, and the Jiang family forced her to save her life with a marriage contract. But Zhaoye Temple doesn't recognize tears or family ties, it only recognizes accounts. Wen Suining borrowed her name, her longevity, and her marriage contract to extend her life; the Jiang family ancestral hall wrote her as a substitute; and the Wen family ancestral hall stamped it on the back of the marriage contract. Lin Sui lit the first stick of black-headed incense, opened the incense account, and began to liquidate all the hidden life debts in public. But she soon discovered that she was also involved in the old account. She is not an ordinary survivor, but the new temple blessing of Zhaoye Temple. She can open doors, check names, make up for regulations, and audit accounts, but she must also pay a price: every time she saves a person, her life lamp is shortened; every time she turns over a page of accounts, her real name is swallowed up by the old temple. Someone came outside the door with her mother's red thread to deliver the bill. Zhizha Street split from the temple, and her name was written on the living paper receipt. Lin Sui finally understood that Weiye was not a sudden disaster, but old debts that had been buried for many years by relatives, family, marriage contracts and incense, and it was finally time to pay them back. This time, no one can let her die for others.