What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

She reached out and hugged her husband, and put her face against his. With tears in her eyes, she prayed devoutly with a choked voice:

"Lord! Please look at this land."

"You have healed countless patients. We pray that you will show your love and power to relieve my husband's pain and restore his health..."

……

Listening to their mother's tearful prayers, the daughters nearby wiped their eyes silently, trying their best to suppress their tears and not disturb their mother's prayers.

This is all they can do.

Originally, his father was a worker in a shipyard. Although his income was not very high, the family could still barely survive.

But later, a sudden rainstorm caused the factory to stop working, and their father was forced to stay at home.

This put the family, who had been relying on the father's income, into a desperate situation. Fortunately, the church's relief enabled them to survive the brutal rainstorm, and the sun once again filled the earth.

Just when they thought life would be filled with hope, an earthquake ruthlessly took away their house that could barely serve as a shelter from the wind and rain.

And now, the cruel fate that teased their family seemed to have targeted their father, the pillar of the family. How could they not feel sad?

Her family no longer has the money to pay for medical treatment.

The youngest son on the other side watched this scene silently, but then he seemed to have thought of something, and with the help of the light of the silver moon in the sky, he ran towards the distance along the road cleared from the ruins.

His sister noticed her brother's actions and, not caring whether it would interrupt her mother's prayers, she hurriedly shouted anxiously:

"Frank! Where are you going? Come back soon!"

"I'll go find someone to save Dad!" Frank's voice came from afar.

After hearing this, the sister opened her mouth and a sad look appeared on her face. They couldn't afford the medical fee, so which doctor would come?

But the little boy Frank obviously didn't think so much. He tried to run forward along the road that was vaguely visible on the ground.

As time passed, his steps became heavier and his breathing became more rapid, but he did not dare to stop for a moment, even though his steps were already shaky.

Just before he felt he was about to faint from exhaustion, a building suddenly appeared in front of his field of vision.

The building was so clear and bright under the light of the silver moon that he could see it clearly from a long distance.

He forced himself to muster up his strength, squeezed out the last bit of potential in his body, and stumbled towards the door of the building.

He couldn't fall down, he had to ask those kind gentlemen to save his father.

In the end, his willpower successfully overcame his physical fatigue, allowing him to successfully run to the door of the building.

He no longer had the strength to stop, so he used the momentum to crash into the heavy door in front of him.

There were loud bangs, and the little boy Frank fell down in front of the door. He was too weak to stand up, and could only bang on the door in front of him with his hands while shouting weakly:

"Save my dad! Save my dad..."

Perhaps the sound of his collision was heard by the person inside the door. After a while, the heavy door was opened from the inside, and a figure appeared at the door.

Seeing someone coming out, Frank stretched out his dusty and stained hand and grabbed the neat hem of the man's robe, begging in a low voice:

"Father! Please save my dad! Please save my dad!"

At this time, he could only think of the kind priests who were willing to provide food for his family.

The priest with gray hair and a kind face bent down, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and helped the little boy up from the ground, not caring at all that the stains on the little boy's body would dirty his clean and tidy robe.

"Child! Take your time, don't be anxious, and tell me in detail what happened."

At the same time, in a ruin that could barely serve as a shelter from the wind in the Beresford port area, a young man was suddenly awakened by a rapid cough. He coughed so rapidly and with such effort that it seemed as if he was coughing out his internal organs.

His movement woke up the little girl lying on the other side. After hearing the violent cough, the little girl hurried to the boy's side, with obvious panic and anxiety in her young voice:

"Brother! What's wrong with you? Brother!"

If Eros were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that the young man in front of him was the one who stole a gold coin from him a month ago.

Philip took a breath with difficulty, then forced a smile, patted the back of his sister's hand and comforted her softly:

"It's okay! I just have a cold. I should be fine when I wake up tomorrow morning."

After saying this, he coughed again.

The little girl saw that her brother was coughing so badly, and her tone was full of worry:

"Let's go see a doctor! Brother, you're coughing so badly, I'm a little worried."

Philip shook his head and said in a relaxed tone:

"It's okay. And you know, those doctors are useless. It's a waste of money to go to them."

"I don't want to give away the little savings we have worked so hard to accumulate to those greedy doctors."

"Okay! Fiona, go to sleep! I'm fine. You'll be able to see a healthy brother tomorrow morning."

Looking at her brother's relaxed expression, the little girl named Fiona hid the worry in her eyes, pursed her lips, hummed, and then lay down next to her brother.

But after a while, Philip began to cough violently again, and by the end there was a slight salty taste in his mouth.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and the ruins around blocked the light of the silver moon, so Fiona next to him did not notice what he did.

But gradually, Philip realized something was wrong, because he heard his sister sleeping next to him also started coughing, and the cough was getting worse and worse.

A trace of uneasiness flashed in Philip's eyes, and he quickly took his sister's hand and helped her up.

"I'll take you to see a doctor now!" Philip's face became flustered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fiona shook her head slightly and replied in a weak voice:

"Brother! I'm fine too. Let's not waste money on seeing a doctor."

Philip put his own hot chin on his sister's equally hot forehead, and said as if talking to himself:

"No! You have to see a doctor, the best doctor! I'll take you to the hospital right now, don't worry, we have money, we have money."

As he said this, he touched his thigh with one hand. There was a small pocket on the inside of the pants, which contained the money he had saved from working some time ago and a gold coin he had picked up.

Without further hesitation, he immediately helped his weak sister up, and, despite the dizziness in his head, walked out of the ruins with difficulty.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly started coughing violently, so hard that he could hardly stand up straight. Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth and splashed onto the ruins. It looked so shocking under the moonlight.

With a bang, his body fell heavily to the ground. The girl's panicked face was reflected in his eyes, and was forever frozen in that second.

Fiona lay on her brother's body, crying loudly and pushing her brother with her little hands, trying to wake him up, but it was of no use.

After a while, she also began to cough violently, and the coughing interrupted her crying. Gradually, several figures suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

That was dad, mom, and brother, and then there was nothing else.

In this devastated ruin, two figures snuggled together quietly, together forever.

Without anyone noticing, wisps of mist began to emanate from them and eventually disappeared into thin air.

This scene is played out in various places in Haidaram.

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[When my thoughts are clear and fluent, I can type a thousand words in an hour.]