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

In the study, the screen of a game console flashed with the glint of swords and shadows.

Zhang Mingyuan gritted his teeth, his thumb rapidly rubbing against the joystick, trying to use his experience from his youth in the arcade to stick to Zhang Wenhao with a combo.

His positioning and awareness are considered very skillful among ordinary people, and he especially loves to hide deadly moves behind seemingly casual basic attacks.

Back in the day, he won a lot of cigarette money from the young workers on the construction site using this trick.

But with Zhang Wenhao's extraordinary mental strength, all his struggles were in vain.

The killing move he painstakingly crafted looked like a slow-motion video in Zhang Wenhao's eyes.

Easily dodging the attack, Zhang Wenhao's character leaped into the air, his fist slamming squarely into Zhang Mingyuan's character's chin from below.

A rising dragon punch.

The character spun twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, and the word "KO" popped up on the screen.

"Oh dear, I'm getting old, I can't beat them anymore."

Zhang Mingyuan put the controller on the table, leaned back in his chair, and waved his hand with a smile, "Young people react too quickly. My old arms and legs can't keep up."

He laughed openly and without any burden, like an old man facing the fact that he is getting old with a calm mind.

After letting out a long sigh of relief, he tilted his head back and lay down on the bed.

Zhang Wenhao thought to himself.

That's because your son isn't a normal person, so don't belittle yourself.

Even the best e-sports players might not be able to beat your son.

Zhang Wenhao wanted to say something humorous and sarcastic, but when he thought of Zhang Mingyuan's current precarious situation, his heart sank.

In the end, he didn't say anything, but just silently started another game.

The game console's red, white, and blue lights flashed, followed by an exciting game notification sound.

"Dad, the game's started."

Zhang Wenhao called out, but no one responded.

He was startled and turned his head, only to see Zhang Mingyuan fast asleep with his head tilted back.

It turns out, I was just sleepy...

That's right. Zhang Mingyuan was in a good mood during dinner and drank quite a bit of alcohol. Plus, he was exhausted after returning from a business trip.

After playing a short game, I couldn't stay awake and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenhao couldn't bear to wake him and also put down the controller.

[Ding! You have activated "Twisted Eyes"]

[Judgment: Zhang Mingyuan]

[Assessment Result: The target has been deeply contaminated by "Red Fragrance"]

He focused his attention again, concentrating it on his left eye.

In an instant, that strangely swaying vertical pupil reappeared.

He recovered quite a bit during the dinner just now, and even though his vertical pupils were greatly depleted, he could barely open them again.

This time, several buttons appeared below the eye screen.

[Spiritual Beings] [Evil Energy] [Cause and Effect] [Truth]

Four words, four options, silently floating below the field of vision.

Zhang Wenhao stared at the four words, lost in thought.

The range of possibilities that can be derived from these words is quite crucial.

The spirit can probably know the father's current physical condition, cause and effect, and the truth, which are all the causes and consequences of the events.

As for the evil energy, it seems somewhat out of place; perhaps it can lead us to the source of the evil that corrupted my father...

After much deliberation, he still chose the spirit form.

While causes and effects, and the truth are certainly important, the most crucial thing right now is to check on Dad's physical condition.

The light from the [spirit] suddenly shone brightly.

After making the decision in my heart, the narration began as scheduled.

[Spiritual State: A foreign entity has taken up residence within the body; the yang spirit remains intact, but the yin spirit has not yet dissipated.]

[Current level of penetration: Seventy percent of the body has been infiltrated by the red fragrance, primarily into the blood, flesh, and bones, with the penetration into the marrow being relatively superficial. Consciousness has not yet been invaded.]

[Suggestion 1: Try burning the parasitic evil spirit along with its physical body, burning it completely!]

[Suggestion 1: Try "purification," which can reduce the level of pollution, but it's not a fundamental solution.]

Zhang Wenhao read the narration that popped up, word by word.

The situation was much better than he had imagined; at least his father was still a father in terms of personality.

As for the suggestions, he completely ignored the first one.

Burning the flesh is such a display of filial piety and parental love.

Suggestion two is exactly the same as his previous idea of ​​trying to restore An Yu's memories.

The Ancient God of the Green Lamp's innate skills are truly useful; in the game, it can redeem those who use drugs, and outside the game, it can redeem those who are corrupted—one skill spans two worlds.

It has a wide range of applications.

[Transformation has been accomplished]

The red fragrance within its shell has slightly faded, reducing it by half. However, this is not a long-term solution; if the root cause is not eradicated, the evil will recur. To prevent future troubles, we must trace back to its source.

The narration means that the pollution level has been reduced by half?

Despite the dizziness and pain, Zhang Wenhao used his vertical pupils to observe Zhang Mingyuan again.

As expected, the assessment result changed from deep pollution to light pollution.

Under the observation of the vertical pupils, Zhang Mingyuan's body also underwent visible changes.

The eerie red fluid emanating from the heart had thinned out.

The most obvious change was in his evil eye. The once bulging pupil had shrunk, its surface was wrinkled, and its movement from side to side was much smaller, making it look weak and listless.

Zhang Wenhao closed his vertical pupils, leaned back in his chair, and tried to calm the discomfort caused by overusing his mental energy.

A feeling of nausea rose from his stomach, and he swallowed hard to suppress the urge.

The air conditioner was blowing blasts, and his thoughts slowly returned to normal, allowing him to continue thinking.

Zhang Wenhao only recovered after the nausea subsided considerably.

He opened his phone; a significant amount of time had already passed, and it was now daytime in "The Master of Fate."

This time, he had no time to leisurely observe the incense-bearer's condition and chose to wake up inside the statue.

[Ding. The ancient deity cultivating with a green lamp, a Taoist master with the same lofty aspirations as you, has repaired the statue where your soul resides.]

[It's truly a case of finding a kindred spirit amidst towering mountains and flowing water.]

Zhang Wenhao's lips twitched.

The narrator probably figured out what kind of person that Taoist priest with the bull-nose was, given his strange and sarcastic tone.

The scene shows that familiar little fishing house.

Ayun, dressed in plain white, sat next to Wei Hongyao, gesturing with her hands, presumably teaching her how to use breathing techniques to regulate her body's balance.

Wei Hongyao listened attentively, her brows furrowed slightly, and she placed her fingers on her knees like A-Yun, her breathing rising and falling.

At the entrance, the absent-minded fox demon stared blankly at the broken jade. She was now called Sesame, but the new name clearly didn't make her feel any better.

She stared at the crumbs in her palm, motionless, lost in thought.

The Taoist priest in front is now nowhere to be found, but according to the narrator's hints, he has already repaired his statue.

In other words, I can now enter the game world.

Without further hesitation, Zhang Wenhao selected the [Statue Anchor Point].

Consciousness transformed into wisps of green smoke and entered.

That familiar feeling of falling is back...