Transmigrated into the Dark Moonlight Villain, Deeply Trapped in the Abusive Shura Field

Chapter 212 New Script

At the end of December, the weather turns cold.

As Jiang Ning lost weight, he found that his body was becoming less and less resistant to the cold.

She used her last ten thousand yuan to buy herself a beautiful wool coat and a bunch of cosmetics that she had never used before.

She didn't know how long she could live.

So before that, she returned to her hometown.

Unable to bear it physically, she bought an expensive high-speed train ticket. In the past, it took her sixteen hours to reach her hometown, but this time it only took her six hours.

She wore a pink wig, thick clothes underneath, and a newly bought khaki plaid wool coat on the outside. She put some makeup on her face to cover up her sallowness and applied lipstick, making her look as beautiful as a college student who had just entered society.

Back to my hometown again.

Aunt Cui, who was still visible, has now moved to her son's home in the city.

So Jiang Ning was the only one left in this area.

She cleaned up her apartment and the kitchen, and was so tired that she was out of breath and dizzy.

Constant coughing.

She took out the medicine and stuffed it into her mouth greedily.

After resting for a long time, I finally felt some strength.

night.

Jiang Ning cooked porridge for himself.

When I looked outside, I realized that snowflakes were falling.

She sat by the fire, her grandmother's portrait was buried in the collapsed house, and she lived in the dilapidated house.

Jiang Ning was afraid that when she woke up the next day, the house would have collapsed due to the heavy snow and buried her inside.

But now she didn't even have the strength to cover the leaking hole.

She had recurring high fevers.

So she took the remaining 5,000 yuan and found the old village chief.

She brought the old village chief to her grandmother's grave and pointed to the empty space next to it, saying, "Bury me here when I die. There's no need to hold a funeral. The villagers think I'm dead anyway. Oh, and I only have these five thousand left. Consider it your reward."

The old village chief looked at Jiang Ning with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

How come he had never noticed before that this child's face was whiter than snow?

He looked down at the money in his hand, shook his head, and stuffed it back into Jiang Ning's hand. "Uncle doesn't want the money. Save this money to buy good food. You've had a hard life since you were a child. In the village, to put it nicely, you eat the food of a hundred families. To put it bluntly, you eat the leftovers of every household. You don't have a penny on you. Every year I see you washing your hair with laundry detergent by the river. I was the one who put the bottle of shampoo and shower gel at your door."

There were tears in the old village chief's eyes.

He watched Jiang Ning grow up.

She was a very beautiful little girl, but she had a bad life. She was abandoned since birth. Her grandmother raised her until she grew up, but she died because her body couldn't hold on.

Leaving behind a six-year-old child to make a living.

Didn't they send Jiang Ning to her biological mother?
But that woman, who had a new husband and a son, stood up straight and said she didn't want Jiang Ning at all. She even drove Jiang Ning out in the winter even though he was wearing thin clothes.

She walked step by step to the entrance of her village, her face flushed, her hands stiff, and her hair wet.

She raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and didn't cry. She just said aggrievedly: "Uncle Village Chief, can you please not send me away? I can live on my own. I won't starve to death."

It was at this moment that the old village chief softened his heart.

He called on every household in the village to give Jiang Ning something to eat every day.

So apart from grandma, the person Jiang Ning is most grateful to is the village chief.

More than 20 years have passed.

He also went from having black hair to having white hair.

So when Jiang Ning heard him talk about the old times, he smiled leisurely and looked a little nostalgic: "I actually know everything. I saw it quietly."

The old village chief was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "So, every New Year's Day, an anonymous envelope sends me 2,000 yuan. Is that from you?"

Jiang Ning smiled and nodded, not denying it: "It's me. I'm only happy during the New Year because I can eat the big chicken legs my uncle makes." The old village chief's eyes gradually welled up with tears, and Jiang Ning's figure became blurry as he looked at him.

So from the age of thirteen, she studied outside, earned her own money, and sent him two thousand every year.

She sent it for ten years.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve and jokingly said, "It's you. I thought so. My kids don't have your filial piety. I rarely see them bring home a penny all year round, and they still have to rely on me for support."

Jiang Ning also laughed and stuffed the five thousand back into the old village chief's hand: "I don't know if I can live to see the New Year... I don't think I will make it, so consider this money as something I send to you in advance. It's not much, but it's a token of my love. You are the best person to me in this world, besides grandma."

The old village chief covered his face and began to cry.

"God is so cruel. The string always picks on the unfortunate..."

His curses were mixed with the wind and snow.

Jiang Ning blinked, and cool snowflakes floated onto her eyelashes, turning into water droplets and sliding down.

She raised her hand to brush away the snow on the grave, and suddenly realized that death was quite simple.

It's just that she changed from tall to small.

Time came to January.

After the heavy snow, the sky cleared up for a rare time.

Jiang Ning dressed very beautifully that day.

She wore a black wig with curled ends, which made her features look picturesque.

Jiang Ning put on beautiful clothes and went to the grave mountain.

There was an open coffin there, with new soil turned out. It was the grave dug for her by the old village chief. Jiang Ning walked forward and touched it with his hand. Facing the wind, looking at the blue sky, his mind drifted further and further away.

She thought about many people and things.

Even thought of Xiaomi.

That little yellow light ball should have been upgraded to an outstanding employee, right?

She blinked lightly, and a small yellow dot slowly condensed in front of her eyes, and finally turned into a small ball of light.

Xiaomi: [Wow, host, I miss you so much. I've only been away from you for ten months, how come you're doing so badly?!]

Jiang Ning: “…”

Jiang Ning: “???”

She opened her eyes wide in disbelief: "Xiao Mi? Why are you here? Aren't we untied?"

Xiao Mi floated around Jiang Ning, organizing her words: [Host, I have a new script here, do you want to take it? Complete the mission and your cancer will be cured immediately! I'll also give you 100 billion!]

Jiang Ning almost thought he was hallucinating.

Not only did he cure her stomach cancer, but he also gave her 100 billion?

Are you sure this task was not posted incorrectly?
Jiang Ning asked uncertainly, "Can you tell me the specific mission? Do you want me to be the villainous female supporting role again?"

Xiao Mi denied: [No, host, this time you are the heroine... emmm... you should be a redemption heroine. The hero in that world has completely turned evil... you need to sleep with him... to lower his evil value and maintain world peace.]

Jiang Ning was even more shocked.

What kind of love-hate story is this?
The tasks posted are so perverted.

Want to break him?

It has to be broken into pieces.

Jiang Ning has never killed anyone.

After the shock, Jiang Ning began to think about recovering from stomach cancer and the 100 billion.

Finally, he decided to go against his conscience and asked, "How many pieces does it have to be broken into for the mission to be completed?"

Xiaomi: […Huh?]

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