Seve covered his face and took several steps back. Joel threw the pillow covering his face aside and finally breathed, but when he saw the bandage on his body, he was stunned again: the bleeding position had begun to turn black, and even smoke came out, and the bright Mars eroded the burning bandage. He seemed to have returned to the fire scene, and the flames climbed up to his body again.

Joel looked down and saw that the bandages on his hands were almost all burned black. Mars were squirming on it, and smoke came out. He raised his head and looked at Seve again. A burn with a palm print appeared on his face. "Evil magic! Demon!" Seve reached out and touched the scar on his face, and cursed in pain, "God enemy! You will be burned to ashes!"

Then he suddenly pulled out a shaky dagger from his waist, "Let's see if the gods are afraid of steel!" Seve roared and rushed up. Joel suddenly turned over and rolled out of the bed, avoiding Seve's attack. As he rolled, blood oozed out of his skin, and the bandage on his body became charred, and Mars and smoke also came out. Joel picked up the black sword on the ground and "silence" and pointed at Seve.

"Where is she?" Joel asked hoarsely, feeling the smell of sweet blood in his throat, and then the smell turned into burning pain and ash, the smell of thick smoke, Joel felt the smoke coming out of his mouth. It seemed as if it was ignited in his throat.

"She is far away from you, the demon," Sevi feared the black sword in Joel's hand and did not come forward rashly. "You can never hurt her."

Joel didn't say anything. The burning sensation from the bloody area on his body almost made him wail, but he just gritted his teeth. He reached out and grabbed the water cup that the flying fish had put on the table before, poured the water inside into his mouth. He almost heard the hissing sound from his throat. The last trace of water vapor and water gushed out of his mouth, making Joel feel that the burning sensation was better. But Sevi also seized the opportunity and rushed up, and his dagger was straight at Joel's throat.

Joel stepped back while smashing the empty cup at Seve. The tip of Seve's dagger brushed through his throat, slashed his skin, and stained a little blood. But immediately Joel and Seve both noticed that the blood at the dagger's tip suddenly burned like tar ignited, and a burning pain came from the wound on Joel's neck.

After Joel forced Seve back with a sword, he pulled off the large bandage wrapped around him, revealing the terrifying red burned skin underneath, and the bleeding part was still smoking, as if it had just been burned to the side, but at the same time it stopped the blood.

"Will your blood burn?" Seve looked at the dagger in his hand. The flame had been extinguished, but the place where he had just burned was charred. "What is this... what curse?"

"Mr. Kangting?" At this time, Ximoken's voice came from outside the door. Seve looked at the door, quickly pounced over, pushed the door and closed it, and lowered the latch. "Mr. Kangting? What happened? I heard some noise." Ximoken asked when knocking on the door outside the door.

Joel ignored these things. He held the sword in both hands, endured the pain, and looked at Seve with cold eyes. "I understand..." Looking at Joel's appearance, Seve didn't care. A fanatical light flashed in his eyes. "It's Ogmimoshu, I understand, it's the curse of the goddess of disaster!" He looked at Joel, and a crazy smile appeared on his face, "You have been punished by God! Do you think you have saved your life? The goddess of disaster will not let a god enemy escape from his territory like this. The god responded to me! The god responded to me!" As he said that, Seve raised his hands and looked up at the ceiling with a crazy look on his face, as if he could see the world tree in the sky through layers of obstacles.

The goddess of disasters, Ogmimoshu, one of the three disasters, is the goddess in charge of man-made disasters.

Joel escaped from the fire, and the fire at that time was the realm of the goddess of disasters who was in charge of man-made disasters. He should have died there, but he still escaped.

Curse of God. Joel has heard many legends about curse of gods, such as the curse of the "Mad Moon Goddess" turning people into half-human and half-wolf monsters; Prince Akar, who violated the sacred duel, was cursed by the terrifying god "Scarlet Lord". After becoming king, the country went to an end due to war. The "Liwenmuhe family" cursed by the "Queen of the Plagues", caused plague wherever the people of his family went, and eventually the crazy people began to hunt their family members, causing the once powerful "Liwenmuhe family" to disappear into the river of history. There are many legends about such things, but Joel has never heard of himself.

This is a curse about blood and fire. Joel trembled with the pain, but his hand holding the sword was still powerful. He stared at the crazy believer in front of him, took a step forward speechlessly, and the black sword in his hand stabbed sharply into his chest. Sevi suddenly woke up and barely avoided Joel's blow, but "Silence" still cut open his deerskin shirt and left a blood mark on his chest.

At this time, there was also a sound of smashing the door outside the door. It seemed that the flying fish was coming. Joel gritted his teeth and did not stop the attack. He attacked several times in a row, but his weak body made his movements not as fast and powerful as before. Seve easily avoided several strikes, and even blocked his slash with a dagger.

Each action will add another scar to Joel's body. Blood seeps out from the burning joints, and the blood that touches the air blooms out of flames, stops the bleeding from the wound. After a while, wisps of light smoke emerge from Joel's body, and the bandage peels off. At this moment, Joel is as terrifying as an evil ghost crawling out of the burning hell.

"Hahahaha, it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!" Sevi laughed madly, regardless of the sound of smashing the door intensifyingly. "This curse on you is simply a miracle!"

"But I'm almost tired of watching it." As he said that, Seve avoided Joel's slash, raised his foot and kicked him in the abdomen. Joel fell backwards and hit the wall, and finally fell to the ground. The black sword in his hand also escaped and fell to the side. Seve walked to the black sword, bent down and picked up the black sword. At this moment, the sound of smashing the door was endless. Seve also showed a solemn expression on his face. People outside the door even began to chop the door with an axe.

"It's almost time to send you to hell. The goddess of disaster will understand what I did," Seve walked towards Joel, who was sitting against the wall. "They can always, because they are all-powerful gods."

But when he approached, he suddenly froze. Joel, who was sitting on the ground, held a crossbow in his hand. Joel's upper face was still wrapped in bandages, but Seve could see his eyes, and his burned lips spit out two words.

"Go to die."

The sound of pulling the trigger, the sound of the crossbow arrows coming out of the string, and the sound of piercing the flesh and blood were all covered by the violent sound of smashing the door. The crossbow arrow penetrated Seve's chin, and the arrow stopped in his mind. Then his tall body fell backwards and hit the floor heavily. The crossbow held in Joel's hand also drooped. The severe pain that had been enduring made Joel, who had been relaxing, fainted.

...

Hemi leaned against the stone wall and squatted with her knees. She didn't know where she was at the moment, but the surroundings were quiet, and the slightest sound could be heard. She could hear the crackling sound of the flames burning the fire, the smell of the firewood, the smell of the herbs and dry straws on the ground, and the smell of mold. The stone wall behind Hemi was warm, and she guessed that she was leaning against the fireplace because the sound and smell of the flames were long before her.

The people who brought her here spoke coldly and hard. She separated Hemi and Mr. Kangting's sword and forced her away. Hemi, who was being held, heard the sound of the fire, the noise of people, and the sound of the river flowing. She thought she had returned to Lengxi Town a year ago, but when she came to her senses, she had already arrived here.

"Don't worry, you're safe." said a kind person. "We will protect you, so please rest with peace of mind."

"Who are you?" Hemi asked timidly.

"Servant of the gods, child." The man answered, and then left the room with the man who brought Hemi here. Hemi heard two footsteps away and finally disappeared into the sound of closing the door.

What is this place? Hemi groped carefully, with wooden floors under her feet and carpets in the middle of the room; then she found a table, with the basket on the table containing very fragrant fruits, tablecloths, and water cups and kettles on it, and sweet juices inside the kettle; Hemi also found carved wooden chairs, soft large beds and wardrobes, and clothes were neatly placed in the wardrobe. The room was very large, and Hemi walked around carefully and took a lot of time. But she didn't touch the window, which was a stone room without windows.

This thought scared her, so she found a warm place to squat down. She even slept for a while, but no one came. "Mr. Kangting..." Hemi whispered, "Sister Simoken." Then Hemi began to pray in a low voice.

In this world, she was accompanied by the crackling sound of flames, and this sound made her feel extremely at ease.

I don't know how long it has passed, Hemi once walked over from his sleep. This time she fell asleep against the wall, and at some point she had already curled up on the ground. The crackling sound of the flames became weak.

The sound of the door opening made Hemi slightly awake. "Mr. Kangting?" Hemi asked, but no one answered, and there was no footsteps. "Sister Simoken?"

Hemi climbed up, and the soreness on her body made her frown, but she still stood up with the wall. "Please, please... who is it?"

At this time the man answered, his voice cold and stiff, "Who are you?" The voice was hoarse and terrifying, but Hemi did not hear the malice in it.

"My name is Hemi," Hemi replied with courage, "I was forcibly brought here. Can you help me?"

The voice was silent for a while, "No." Then he moved, and Hemi heard the sound of closing the door, followed by his footsteps, which was a very strange sound of footsteps, "You can't see anything?" asked.

"Yes." Hemi lowered his head slightly, and she heard him walk into the room. "Please, please ask, you..." Hemi nervously wanted to ask the other party why he came here.

"You look..." The man stopped not far ahead of Hemi, "very delicious."

"Are you hungry?" Hemi asked nervously, then she groped and walked towards the direction in her memory, and the owner of the voice just looked at her quietly. It took Hemi a long time to finally arrive at the table. She groped and picked up the fruit on the table, "You can eat this, there is sweet juice in the kettle."

The man did not answer. "Please, please...?" Hemi was a little confused and had not put down the fruit in his hand.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" the man asked.

"Why... are afraid of you?" Hemi didn't know how to answer. When she just lost the light a year ago, she was afraid of all strange voices, but in the subsequent life, she gradually could distinguish the tone in the other person's voice, angry, sad, or happy. She did not hear the malice from this person's voice, so she was not afraid.

The man did not answer, and then Hemi heard him pulling a wooden chair over. The sound of the legs of the wooden chair grinding on the ground was a little harsh. Then Hemi heard him sit down. At this time, Hemi smelled some strange smell, which was brought in by the man after entering the room, which was a bit like rust...or blood, Hemi had smelled that smell.

"Sir?" Hemi asked cautiously.

"Call me sir." The voice said coldly.

"Yes, yes! sir!" Hemi replied nervously. Generally, only nobles will ask others to call themselves sir.

Then there was another long silence, and the atmosphere became suppressed. Hemi didn't know what to say, and the man just sat there without saying anything. Hemi could only hold the fruit in his hand uneasy. At this time, Hemi suddenly noticed that the man... had no breathing sound.

"You." The voice shouted.

"Yes!" Hemi was startled.

"What's your name?" the voice asked.

“Hermi.”

"Don't have a last name?" The voice seemed a little confused.

Only nobles have surnames, and common people do not have surnames. So Hemi does not have surnames. She knew that her father once had the surname "Kanting", but he never mentioned it. Maybe he didn't want it, Hemi thought so. Since he didn't want to give me this surname, I wouldn't want it. Hemi told herself.

"Yes, sir." Hemi replied in a low voice.

The voice fell into a long silence again, and this time Hemi did not follow the nervousness anymore, but fell into the memory of her father, which made her feel a little sad.

"I don't have a last name," said the voice after a long time. Hemi could hear him laughing, but there was only coldness and sadness in his smile. "He didn't want to give me his last name."

Hemi could hear who he was saying "he" was. "I'm sorry." Hemi didn't know how to comfort him.

"No, it's not your business." The voice said coldly, "You can't understand these..."

"I can understand, sir." Hemi interrupted him, and she said calmly, "I can."

The voice was silent again, and this time he stood up. Hemi heard the sound of the chair lying on the carpet, and if it were a wooden floor, it would make a loud noise.

"No," the voice said with a hard time after a long time, "you can't."

"Don't tell this, or I'll kill you." The voice said coldly.

"Yes." Hermi answered as humbly as possible.

Then Hemi felt something pierce the fruit that was hitting in her hand. Hemi let go and he took the fruit. Then Hemi heard him take a bite, and then spit it out with another puff. "It's really unpalatable." After he finished speaking, Hemi heard the sound of the fruit falling to the ground.

After saying that, he walked out of the room with the sound of footsteps.

Then Hemi heard the sound of opening the door. "I will come again," the voice said. Hemi could hear his cruel laughter, but still could not hear the malice in it. "Next time, maybe I will kill you."

Hemi smiled, "Yes."

The man's laughter suddenly disappeared again, and then Hemi heard his footsteps again after a long time, followed by a heavy sound of closing the door.

...

Simoken looked at the sound of lying on the bed, covering her mouth. Although she had taken care of the tortured guards rescued from the snow robber camp, she was never like this at that time. Joel had no complete skin on his body, and had a second burn before, and burned bandages were scattered everywhere in the room.

"I'm not dead like this yet." Feiyu sighed while touching his chin.

"Fire will kill him." Ximoken said seriously. She took out the ointment she had not used up before and began to apply medicine to Joel again. "Please give me some more bandages, and the ointment may not be enough..."

"There is a bandage," Feiyu scratched his head, "but I can't do anything about the ointment. I don't dare to leave here anymore. I just went downstairs to get a glass of wine, but someone actually ran in to kill him. If Drake knew about it, I wouldn't be scolded to death."

The man's body had been dragged away by the guards. After seeing Joel, they kept frowning and did not look at it in detail. After all, this was Joel's room, and it was obvious that the killed man came into the room by himself.

However, Ximoken heard the voice of the man outside the room just now. "Curse..." Ximoken murmured uneasyly. As that person said, was Joel cursed by the goddess of disaster? But the burning smell in the room still confirmed this, and something incredible happened to Joel.

Just as Sister Simoken applied the ointment, she frowned. "Mr. Feiyu," Simoken said, "Can you help to help Mr. Kang Ting up a little? I have to apply medicine to his back, please be careful."

"Okay." Feiyu shrugged, and he reached to the back of Joel's neck, where the medicine was already applied and bandaged, but Joel, who was unconscious when touched, still made a painful sound. He raised a little, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, please wait..." Qianmoken bent down, "Well, I can see this, if I do this, I should be able to..." Qianmoken suddenly was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Feiyu asked in confusion.

"Please, please help Mr. Kang Ting up!" Qianmoken shouted in panic.

"Okay." Feiyu was frightened by Ximoken's appearance, but he carefully helped Joel up and sat down. At this time, he also saw something that scared Ximoken.

It was a black branded thing, the pattern was a tower burning in flames.

"When did something appear?" Feiyu frowned. He had never noticed this before.

"This is..." Looking at Yi Yin Xi Moken was stunned.

"The mark of the goddess of disaster..."
Chapter completed!