Spiteful Healer - Chapter 235: Old World Problems

I remember the story of a novel I had read in my previous life just before my marriage. If you don’t mess up the wedding, you’ll be poisoned by your husband! So I kissed the pastor who was in charge of the ceremony.

“Commander, are you alright?” shouted one of the holy knights as he approached the pastor who was kissed.

Huh, what?

Wait … are you the commander of the Holy Knights?

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Rurutia, who was about to die, wanted to spend her last moment in a temple where she felt at ease the most. She started a business with her friends for the temple, and it was a big hit.

“Miss, you have the world in the palm of your hands!”

“Are you a God who has descended to Earth?”

In the midst of being embarrassed by the large crown, the commander of the holy knights himself was also acting strange.

“All I wish for is to be your husband,” he said, his eyes shining with obsession. “Take responsibility for stealing my first kiss.”

This is all so wrong.

It seems that I changed my future.

Rebirth + Abusing Scum + Feel-Good Story

Ren Ran’s life was smooth sailing for the first eighteen years, but plagued by misfortune for the next eight. Her grandparents, mother, and younger brother passed away one after another. Her company was seized by her scumbag father, and she was kicked out of her home, forced to wander the streets. She would get robbed walking down the road, or have flower pots dropped on her head when she reached a building entrance. If she went to work, the company she worked for would go bankrupt.

At twenty-six, she was diagnosed with cancer and on the verge of death when she met a Taoist priest.

The Taoist said, “Your fate was meant to be fortunate, yet you have become a lonely star cursed by the heavens. This is because your fate has been replaced by another’s doing.”

Perhaps it was the mercy of the heavenly way, but she was reborn once more.

She wanted to change her family’s destiny and save their lives, but more importantly, she wanted to expose the villain behind the scenes and make them pay their bloody debts.

However, as she pursued the truth, she discovered… (Beep~~ No spoilers!)

Teotihuacan, a sacred place of worship. In the vast world, feel the quaint and desolate ancient city, and the eagle cries and the leopard roars are chasing away.

Go back to Central America 700 years ago, when the Aztecs were very prosperous.

The priests stood at the top of the pyramid of the sun. One hundred thousand warriors covered the entire wilderness. fluttering. The high priest held his hands high, and the obsidian dagger gleamed in the sun, drawing a cruel and gorgeous arc, bringing the cycle of life back to the earth. Tens of thousands of cheers sounded, with the reverence of the ignorant era.

This was a gift dedicated to the sun god, in return for the sacrifice of the gods in creating the world.

Solemn sacrifices from sunrise to sunset, all-night revelry ignited the whole night, and so on for a hundred years, until white-skinned terrors came from the east coast, bringing blood, thunder, monsters, and disease.

Doomsday, as legend has it, or the end of the Fifth Era?

How can a traveler, in this fierce era, inherit the legacy of two thousand years of ancient Mesoamerican civilization, resist the invasion of Western colonizers with an immortal soul, and lead the ancient Aztec civilization to a new path ~~

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