The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

An Qing? Anyu?

Zhang Wenhao's mind was buzzing, and he didn't react for a moment.

That sounds familiar...

Isn't this the same An Yu, the protagonist of the recent school suicide pact scandal?

Did her sister run off to the temple?

For a moment, Zhang Wenhao had a dreamlike feeling, a huge sense of disconnect between the game and reality.

He clicked on her wish.

Whether it's praying to gods and Buddhas or being outdated and ignorant, it all boils down to saving a blood relative. The bedridden older sister is already more important than anything else. When modern technology has run out, An Qing places her hopes on the ethereal gods and Buddhas.

The good news is that you, as the temple deity, are a real person.

Have you decided to grant her wish?

You selected "Yes".

You failed. You didn't even light up the ancient temple statue she was worshipping, so how could you possibly grant her wish?

The failure was actually within Zhang Wenhao's expectations, but this time his explanation was quite different.

The idol she was worshipping was not lit?

After a moment's thought, he finally realized what was happening.

Yes, An Qing is a living, breathing person. How could she possibly go to an ancient temple in a game to pray to gods and Buddhas?

It must be in an ancient temple in reality!

In that instant, he felt as if he had found a link between the two worlds.

He quickly opened the map.

However, no famous ancient temples were found.

The temples in this area mostly enshrine Buddha statues, which are completely unrelated to his own solitary life of quiet contemplation.

Let's look at the other wishes; maybe we can find some clues.

He thought, and clicked on the next wish that seemed to be from the real world.

He is someone who wishes to pass the postgraduate entrance examination.

You wanted to fulfill more of your believers' wishes, but you were just a wooden sculpture, and you were tired.

[Warning! Excessive interference with spiritual manifestations will attract demons and monsters.]

The screen is flashing a red warning light.

Has your stamina been depleted?

Zhang Wenhao rubbed his temples, turned off his phone, and his thoughts drifted off to who-knows-where.

......

The next morning, Zhang Wenhao had a strange dream.

In the dream, the mastermind behind the game's creation of the medicine puppet finally surfaced after he pursued him.

The statue transformed into a towering golden body, and the green lamp burned away all the medicinal puppets.

He hovered high in the air, roaring, "Wipe away all demons!"

The smoke from the lamps billowed up like waves!

Just as they were about to achieve a great victory, the world suddenly changed.

The dark purple shockwave abruptly overturned him.

"There are even more powerful evil spirits?" His pupils dilated in shock.

Enemy from the sky?

Strangely, this waft of air smells surprisingly pleasant...

"Zhang Wenhao! Get up!"

The angry voice completely woke him up from his daze.

It turns out the evil spirit was Zhang Wanning, his sister.

The older sister is a creature that loves to look good, has extremely unstable emotions, and possesses a strong sense of territory.

She usually likes to pick fights for no reason, and she gets upset when her younger brother is comfortable, as if they're quantum entangled.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw his sister, fully made up and dressed in a gown, standing angrily in front of the bed.

As she spoke, she kicked the dirty clothes on the corner of the bed with a look of disgust.

"It's the weekend today, no classes..."

He argued weakly.

Because his school is local, he usually chooses to go home to rest on weekends.

Without roommates, I can sleep in as late as I want and eat familiar, delicious food...

Zhang Wanning ignored all of that. She snorted and said, "Don't forget, we still have to pick someone up today!"

Picking someone up?

Zhang Wenhao stared at the red-soled high heels for a long time before he remembered what was going on.

My mom has a good friend who lives abroad. She came back to China today with a foreign child.

Looking towards the kitchen, sure enough, even my mom, who usually doesn't like to dress up, had changed into a beautiful dress.

I was so excited playing "Fate Master" yesterday that I completely forgot about this.

"I see..."

"You know you can't pay it back?"

"Just five more minutes of sleep..."

On the way, my mother drove while recounting her 20-year friendship with her best friend.

"Your Aunt Wang and I have been friends for twenty years... Back then, we even borrowed each other's skirts..."

"When your dad wrote me love letters, she even laughed at me..."

The older sister in the back seat, tired of listening, quietly put on her headphones and started watching videos.

He then reached out and handed his younger brother an earphone, gesturing for him to put it on.

Zhang Wenhao waved his hand in refusal and opened "The Master of Fate".

You're awake.

Although you only had one wish granted yesterday, you are just a wooden sculpture, so it's not your fault.

What a witty and sarcastic narration...

Zhang Wenhao's lips twitched, but he gradually got used to it.

While you were asleep, several more groups of people arrived. They lit lamps, offered incense, and prayed that you would grant their wishes.

[Offering incense] Several more wishes appeared below.

[Yan Tengwen: Temple God, please save us! They're coming! If you can keep my granddaughter safe, I, this old man, am willing to serve you like a slave for the rest of my life.]

[Anqing: My sister still hasn't woken up today... May the temple gods quickly grant her a miracle...]

【...】

There were newcomers and people who had asked before.

To his surprise, An Qing was still here today. It seems that she is exceptionally determined about her sister.

An unwavering theist.

Zhang Wenhao spent some more time looking through the new wishes one by one. Compared to the backlog of wishes from yesterday, today's wishes seemed to be coming much faster.

"Phew, everyone really has their own difficulties..."

He couldn't help but sigh, vaguely feeling as if he were an emperor reviewing memorials.

My finger continued to slide down and I saw a wish I had never seen before.

【A-Yun's wish: Temple God... Bodhisattva, I don't know who you are. My parents are dead, and my older brother is going to sell me to the village chief... They're not human anymore... Please, just give me a place to stay... a woodshed or a haystack will do.】

Whether clicking on this wish would trigger the plot or not, after Zhang Wenhao finished reading it, the temple door opened.

A girl entered, her pretty face covered in bloodstains and dust.

A girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was barefoot, her hair disheveled, and her coarse linen clothes were torn and tattered, probably by branches on the road.

She pushed open the temple door, panting, and knelt down in front of the statue of the god with a thud.

After she finished expressing her wish, she collapsed to the ground, her forehead touching the earth, her shoulders trembling.

"I'll be your slave for life... in this life... and the next life... I'll be your slave forever."

She wept uncontrollably. This wasn't the first person to plead for her life; those sold to the village chief for drug testing and experimentation often ended up in horrific, unbearable suffering.

Have you decided to grant her wish?

A pang of pity rose in Zhang Wenhao's heart, even though it was just a game.

At the same time, my impression of this village chief, who was obsessed with making puppets from medicine, improved even more.

Frequent exposure to the plot made him keenly aware:

This village chief might be the mini-boss of the first instance.

[You choose to implement it.]

This is very simple for you. Although you are just a wooden sculpture, a simple manifestation of your spirit is enough to scare away those ordinary mortals.

The ink-wash painting-like scene changed once again.

The wisps of blue smoke rose spontaneously without being lit, like a giant hand in the void gently embracing the girl before her.

The girl was overjoyed, but at the same time, her eyelids could no longer stay open. Exhausted from her previous frantic efforts, she collapsed in the temple...

All that remained was a muttering...

"The next life...if there is a next life..."

......

Stratosphere, on an empty ARJ21 aircraft.

A girl was sitting by the window.

Her long, golden-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends curled slightly, bathed in a soft glow from the sunlight streaming through the window.

Her skin was very fair, as smooth and delicate as cream, and her Western-style three-dimensional features added a touch of heroism to her gentle face.

A typical mixed-race person, the kind who would stand out even if thrown into a crowd.

At this moment, however, she was wearing headphones, her brows furrowed, looking anxious.

"Aurora, what's wrong? Are you nervous about flying?"

The mother beside him noticed this carefully and asked softly.

She shook her head and looked at the white clouds beside the wing outside.

"I want to see him..."