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Chapter 401. The Miracle Master

"big sister!"

Jiang Jianxin sat in the room for a while, and soon the curtain was drawn open, and the old woman came out with the girl who had already been bandaged.

The girl's arm was wrapped in several layers of bandages, and her other injuries had also been bandaged and treated. She skipped out, clearly much closer to Jiang Jianxin, and when she looked up, her expression revealed undisguised affection and joy.
"Thank you for bringing me here."

After saying that, she turned around and waved to the old woman:
"Grandma, I'm going home now!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already dashed out the door like a nimble sparrow.

The old woman went to the bubbling stove to collect the medicine, while the sculptor was talking to his lover.

Seeing this, Jiang Jianxin gently leaned forward, his tone carrying a hint of deliberate respect:
"Um... Hello, Granny Aoba."

She actually wanted to ask for more detailed information about Aoba-shin, so she was thinking about how to start the conversation and find a more suitable entry point.

Jiang Jianxin's first thought was to fabricate his identity as a follower of the Green Leaf God and ask him.

The problem is that she doesn't really know much about the third timeline. Apart from knowing that she is a very capable and well-read doctor, she doesn't know anything more about her experiences.

Although Edric did mention the third time around, it was only to express his admiration for her medical skills, without providing any other more useful information.

Jiang Jianxin thought for a moment, then blinked and said:

“I… have a younger sister who is also a follower of the God of Blue Leaf, but she has been missing for many years. I just walked into my grandmother’s hut and saw this familiar shrine again, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy.”

She sighed and looked sadly at her mother-in-law, saying:

“I don’t know anything about this god, and my sister suddenly disappeared after she started believing in him… I want to ask my grandmother if this god has his own temple somewhere, and if my sister went to the temple.”

Jiang Jianxin quickly mastered the language of this other world, paying close attention to the words and phrases. His accent was so strong, with an ancient noble flavor that it was almost impossible to guess what he was saying.

The mother-in-law didn't suspect anything; she just nervously explained:

"The God of Blue Leaf does not have a temple. As for your sister's disappearance, it should not be related to the god. He is a very good god and will do his best to protect his believers."

The old woman shakily pointed to her little house and said:
“There is nothing to keep warm in my house. During the cold season, I survive on the divine light from the shrine.”

Jiang Jianxin looked at the stone niche, and indeed, a layer of visible green light rippled around it, like lake water, giving a solid, bright, and reassuring feeling.

Although he knew perfectly well what was going on, Jiang Jianxin still maintained a puzzled expression.

The old woman noticed her hesitant expression. Feeling pressured by her noble status, she hesitated for a moment before speaking again:

"If you still have doubts, Lady 'Little Fairy Doctor' will come here in a few days. She is a loyal follower of the God of Green Leaves and knows more. You can ask her again."

Jiang Jianxin received very important information, and she repeated:
"Little Fairy Doctor..."

A name that sounds somewhat familiar, but I don't know where I've heard it before.

As far as I can remember, she seemed to have made a name for herself in the world of talent, appearing as a passerby in a news article or a friend's casual conversation, but then disappearing into the vast flow of information.

Jiang Jianxin's first thought was that he had to see her.

I was about to ask her for details about her arrival time, but the words wouldn't come out.

Because she remembered something else. A few days ago, her intuition told her to return to the world of talent after she recovered, as something seemed to have happened in the old world.

Just as Jiang Jianxin hesitated, the answer, Truth, spoke first:
[There were indeed some issues before, but as time went on, my omniscient senses detected new developments.]

[I've taken care of things over there for you, so you can stay here a few more days.]

A world of talent.

Parallel Home is lying in bed, looking at the flood of comments on the forum on his phone.

Over the past few days, she has been gathering intelligence through her assistant personality and other alter egos, and has preliminarily determined that the person lurking in the TV station is likely the Holy Son of Light from the Temple of Light.

The temple taught the holy son very well, so he could do nothing but be loyal to the gods.

His propaganda campaign was crude and laughable; it only became sophisticated after professional strategists and experts entered the fray.

Xia Zisui clearly understood that without substantial evidence, it would be difficult to convince the public to believe rumors by releasing vague and sensational news.

After all, war and chaos are not entirely devoid of intelligence; if things are done too obviously, they can sense the deliberate intent of the temptation.

Because they understood this, the parallel writers cleverly chose the technique of indirect highlighting.

She doesn't need to discuss this topic directly, nor does it have any connection to the God of Death.

All she needed to do was have someone with connections in the news industry incite the media to publish some vague news stories.

The purpose of these news reports is not to directly smear others, but to create panic and foster a conspiracy-like atmosphere.

As the atmosphere builds to a climax, these news reports act like invisible hands, inciting suspicion and doubt about the current situation.

At that time, as the barrier of the greatest change of the era—the god of death and silence—it will naturally run into the line of fire and become the target of public bombardment and abuse.

And she achieved her desired goal by going with the flow.

Parallel user casually scrolled through the forum, watching the news streams pour in.

She was very efficient in her work, and under her meticulous control, public opinion was almost completely swayed.

No one noticed where the first news story actually came from; they were simply overwhelmed by the anxiety of being surrounded by countless pieces of panic-inducing news.

Although the plan was going smoothly, the parallel expert knew things wouldn't be so easy. She tapped her phone, silently waiting for her opponent's move—

Foresight.

As a long-time rival, the barrier of the God of Death is most likely related to her.

How could that person not stop his own actions?

only……

Parallel Scholar smiled slightly.

This invisible hand is a difficult situation to break.

I'll optimize the description later.