Chapter 1 — Making a Deal with the King of Hell

I am the biological daughter of a wealthy family, but I am a redundant person, not loved by my father or mother. Finally one day, the King of Hell came to me and said that in three days I would definitely die. I was stunned for a moment and then asked: "You mean, in these three days, I won't die no matter what I want to do?" King of Hell choked up, his face heavy and nodded. "I want to ask you for something." "What?" "Giang Long Thap Bat Chuong." King of Hell: "..." 1Looking at me lying on the ground, crying and berating, King of Hell could only support his forehead. "Isn't it just because you feel like no one around you loves you, it's worth it to such an extent." "I sat up, my eyes were cold: "It's not that they don't love me, it's that they want me to die!" The King of Hell shook his head, unconvinced, but gave in and said: "This is it, I'll give you eighteen days. If you can prove that in eighteen things, they really harmed you, then I will give you... Giang Long Thap Bat Chuong." I shook my head. "Isn't that enough? Don't think you're trying to cheat on your life, I'm already extending it There!" My eyes lit up: "No need, just one day is enough." It was not yet dawn, just after four in the morning, I called Pluto up. "I have to go to school." He sleepily looked at me carrying my backpack, then looked at the still dark sky, complaining: "What's the point of suffering, but what's the point of getting up to go to school so early?" Being questioned, I was used to it, not angry at all, my voice was even: "School is far, my family doesn't let me drive." Pluto I didn't believe it: "A family as big as the Co family, how could they not give you a ride? Go find them." I paused, instinctively not wanting to offend those people calling themselves "relatives". But think again, I'm about to die anyway, what if they suddenly feel sorry for me once? I knocked on my parents' door and called out, "Dad, mom." The door opened, and the two of them panicked. Seeing that it was me, my mother yelled and scolded: "What are you planning to do? Can you stop making trouble! This early in the morning, it's making noise in the whole house!" "Bang—" the door slammed shut right in front of me, almost hitting my nose. King of Hell next to me couldn't help but curse: "Are you still called parents? You don't care about the children at all!" I said nothing, my heart soon became numb, I got used to it. Just quietly turned around and walked out of the house. King of Hell ran after him, whispering in his ear: "Okay, let's think about something just now. But why don't you have breakfast when you go to school?" I glanced at him, my voice cold: "There is no free breakfast in this life." On the foggy road, I kept walking. King of Hell was also exhausted, but I didn't go to school and instead went to the most luxurious commercial area in the city. The King of Hell was suspicious: "You're a student, you have to study, so why are you going to the shopping center? Playing and having fun!" I didn't explain, I'm used to it. Walk straight in, run straight to the bathroom, and start cleaning floor after floor. I cleaned out the entire commercial building of more than a dozen floors, regardless of gender. The movements are as proficient as a cleaning lady with more than a decade of experience. The King of Hell looked at me in shock and finally accepted a ten-yuan bill from a handsome manager. He was so angry that he cursed loudly: "Damn it! Exploiting child labor while paying cheap wages, even ten dong is divided into single bills! How can this guy still live comfortably in the world?" As I walked, I carefully stuffed ten one-yuan bills into ten different pockets on my body, and even hid two bills in my shoes. The King of Hell mumbled: "This counts as one more thing. What kind of person is that!" I raised my head, my eyes lit up strangely: "Don't scold him, he is a good person." King of Hell stomped his foot angrily: "Good guy, fart! You should eat something delicious first!" I shook my head firmly: "Don't talk about him, he is a good person." Having finished speaking, he sped up his pace and walked away. The King of Hell helplessly chased after him: "Okay, okay, whatever you say. But you did it just now

what is that? Only ten one-dollar bills were hidden so carefully like a treasure, could anyone rob them?" Before the words were finished, a few despicable laughter rang out at the turn: "Hehe! This road is ours, this tree is ours. If you want to pass, leave your toll money!" 2 "Of course, even if you pay the money, we will still have to beat you." When the King of Hell saw a few middle school students with messy looks blocking the way in front of him, he gasped in shock. Those kids didn't bother to reason, rushed straight to grab me by the hair and beat me, and searched all my pockets. Ten minutes later, I had several bruises on my face, eight of the ten bills I had hidden all over my body were stolen. With only two left in my shoe, I couldn't help but get up from the ground, brush the dust off my school bag, and continue walking as if being robbed and beaten was just a normal part of life. Finally, I couldn't help but say: "You're such a coward, even middle school kids can't fight back..."