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

After speaking with the girl, Zhang Wenhao turned to look at the fox demon who was standing to the side, looking surprised and uncertain.

"The person you're looking for is over a hundred years old and has long since died."

Zhang Wenhao gave a nonchalant explanation.

The fox demon shook her head: "It's no use. As long as the scholar's destiny continues to reincarnate, the karmic fate will not be broken."

Is there such a saying?

Zhang Wenhao was secretly amazed, but on the surface he remained calm and composed: "That has nothing to do with me."

"You'd better not cause any trouble later."

He wasn't afraid of ordinary people like the Huo family guards, but he was worried that this fox demon would cause him some trouble.

As for why they didn't just kill her, they were naturally still somewhat wary.

Before A-Yun arrived, he mainly focused on giving her a warning.

Upon hearing this, the fox demon bit her lip and said, "Since you have personally shown yourself, even if you gave me ten lives, I would never dare to do so."

It's best not to.

Without further ado, Zhang Wenhao walked to the wooden door.

Clench your fists together.

There aren't many fancy moves; it's just simple punching.

boom!!!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and wood chips and fragments were scattered haphazardly in the air.

Zhang Wenhao walked out of the cage with a confident and generous demeanor.

The fox demon behind him followed with a complicated expression.

At the end of the corridor, an old woman wearing a blue cloth jacket was carrying a tea tray.

The next moment, a sharp splinter of wood grazed past her earlobe.

look up.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a barefoot girl in red emerged from the shattered door frame.

Her eyes were a hazy gray, staring blankly ahead.

Isn't this... the young master's newlywed concubine!

The old woman's tea tray slipped from her hands, and the porcelain cup shattered on the ground, breaking into several pieces.

Her lips trembled, and she didn't care about the tea set anymore, abandoning it as she ran into the mansion.

Zhang Wenhao glanced at the retreating figure as it scrambled away, but did not give chase.

"Where are your relatives and in-laws usually at times like this?"

He spoke with a slightly mocking tone.

Wei Hongyao hesitated for a moment: "It should be in the reception hall..."

"Give directions."

For some reason, she seemed very nervous upon hearing Zhang Wenhao's words: "Lord Earth God, are you going to harm my parents?"

Zhang Wenhao didn't stop walking, his gray eyes staring straight ahead.

So he was worried about his parents?

However, he wasn't interested in those people.

He had no interest in any of the mortals present.

What he cared about was the extraordinary person mentioned in the earlier narration.

Based on his understanding of the game, it's highly likely that the main targets of the current provincial capital instance are them, just like the previous medicine man and village chief.

All he needs to do is demonstrate his extraordinary power, attract them, and then trigger the key plot point.

As soon as I stepped out of the passageway, a dense chorus of footsteps came from all directions.

He was surrounded by guards, servants, and several martial arts masters dressed in short clothes—at least thirty or forty people in total.

The fox demon stood behind Zhang Wenhao, arms crossed, watching everything unfold.

She is a spirit, invisible to mortals, and her mind is not on such matters.

She knew very well that these ordinary mortals were no match for the Earth God.

What I'm concerned about now is how to escape later.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe came out.

His face bore a resemblance to Wei Hongyao's; he had a long beard, his brows were furrowed in a tight knot, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Wei Hongyao's father.

A young man in a magnificent robe followed behind him.

Huo Changmao, the eldest son of the Huo family.

"Father, I've married you into a wealthy family. You'll have no worries about food or clothing, and you'll live a life of luxury and honor for the rest of your life," Father Wei said earnestly, even with a hint of disappointment. "Why are you so stubborn!"

His left hand was clenched into a fist and trembled slightly, indicating that he was quite angry.

Huo Changmao stood to the side, saying nothing. His gaze swept from Wei Hongyao's bare feet all the way up, undisguised, as if he were looking at a product.

Zhang Wenhao sneered inwardly.

Marrying into a wealthy family? A life of luxury and riches?

She was married in as a concubine, not the principal wife.

What a load of bull! Wealth and glory! Their status is only slightly higher than the lowest servant. They have to live by the whims of the principal wife, follow the rules in front of her, and even their children can't call them "mother."

The so-called "no worries about food and clothing" is nothing more than a small monthly allowance and a few boxes of rouge.

However, despite this, Zhang Wenhao was too lazy to get involved in such family disputes.

He briefly returned control of his body to the girl.

"You do it yourself."

Wei Hongyao's soul rose from the depths of her body and regained control of it.

She blinked, her expression complex as she struggled to find the right words.

After a long while, she finally tugged at her clothes and said softly, "Father, I don't want any wealth or glory."

"I haven't even seen the outside world yet, so why would I covet the scenery inside this compound?"

She was dressed in thin, somewhat tattered red clothes, which offered little protection from the cold wind.

But with the blessing of the Earth God, she was not afraid of the cold wind at all.

She bit her lip and straightened her back.

Wei's father's face turned a deep purplish-red.

"You unfilial daughter!" His voice was even louder than before, almost cracking. "You unfilial daughter! I've raised you for over ten years, provided you with food and clothing, and this is how you repay me?!"

Then, turning to the eldest son of the Huo family, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and spoke in a resolute tone:

"Young Master, I failed to discipline my rebellious daughter properly. Today, she is at your disposal. Whether you beat her, scold her, lock her up, or punish her, the Wei family will not object."

Upon hearing this, the fox demon who was watching the drama unfold couldn't help but sneer twice.

Despite being somewhat prepared, Wei Hongyao's eyes still dimmed upon hearing these words.

From the very beginning, she had no way out.

The father who used to let her ride on his shoulders and do whatever she wanted was long gone.

"Uncle Wei, you flatter me." Huo Changmao said with feigned gentleness, bowing his head in the manner of a junior. "Sister Hongyao is just having a temporary lapse in judgment. I won't make things difficult for her."

Having been around for years, the guards were well aware of the unspoken meaning. They all stepped forward, eager to fight.

"Don't hurt Red Plum Sister."

Injured?

Zhang Wenhao chuckled and activated his human form again.

A hazy gray color once again covered those unwilling pupils.

"Who wants to go first?"

The girl spoke softly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

In the crowd, a guard who was nearly forty years old burst into laughter.

Here, he was considered a senior figure, and he wasn't afraid of offending the master of the house if he struck too hard.

"Little girl, excuse me!"

He slowly approached, a sense of eager anticipation in his eyes.

Zhang Wenhao squinted.

It's not necessarily a bad thing that only one person came up.

After all, he hasn't yet figured out how to control his strength when making moves in this game.

Every move is made with full force.

Extend two fingers and gently poke the guard's chest.

The guard was still laughing.

He saw those two fair fingers reaching out and found it amusing.

This little girl must be terrified, using two fingers to block her way.

He didn't even bother to dodge; he reached out and grabbed the wrist, intending to drag the sulking young lady back to her room.

Then those two fingers touched his chest.

His smile froze the moment they made contact.