Until the girl was completely motionless in the sarcophagus.

It wasn't until the people outside had completed their sacrificial ritual that the sarcophagus was opened again.

The girl was trapped in the sarcophagus and almost suffocated, rolling her eyes.

Her aunt pounced on her and picked her up...... Hugged in his arms, his mouth whispering her name.

She rolled her eyes, her pupils slowly falling, and then—

One eye, two eyes.

That's how she became a saint

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