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

Zhang Wenhao woke up in the real world.

Consciousness was withdrawn from the smoke, and all the noise from the provincial capital disappeared. In an instant, he was back in his bedroom in reality.

It was still night.

He opened his eyes. The light on the ceiling was still there. He drew back the curtains and saw countless stars outside, densely covering the entire night sky, like a handful of silver scattered on a black velvet cloth.

Meanwhile, his father, Zhang Mingyuan, was fast asleep in bed.

The blanket was kicked to one side, one arm was exposed and draped over his stomach, his mouth was slightly open, and he was snoring evenly.

Zhang Wenhao stood by the bed and looked at him for a while.

Then take a deep breath.

He couldn't wait to unleash his distorted eyes.

With a thought, the dormant vertical pupil deep within his left eye slowly opened, its hazy vision enveloping the entire bedroom.

This thing consumes a lot of energy in the real world; just turning it on made him break out in a cold sweat and feel somewhat strained.

His temples throbbed, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.

Shift your gaze to Zhang Mingyuan.

The expected narration did not appear.

The old man still had a dark face, no different from usual, except that under the illumination of the Twisted Eyes, it had a layer of hazy gray filter on it.

There wasn't the slightest hint of crimson.

Even the judgment result is not displayed.

The vertical pupils reverted to their previous useless state.

There was no red nectar binding his body, no black mist, no evil aura, nothing at all.

In other words, evil spirits have truly disappeared from reality!

Zhang Wenhao rubbed his sore eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Mental exhaustion made him unable to resist lying back down.

The soft mattress brought an unprecedented sense of security.

He even felt a bit lucky.

Those who were severely contaminated will likely perish along with the death of the demon.

His own father, however, was perfectly positioned in the middle, his soul untainted.

He lay in bed, gazing at his shadow cast by the lamplight, lost in even deeper thought.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, the real world now seems to have been deeply influenced by the game world.

Drug users, parasitic evil seeds, a female student who jumped off a building, a mad pharmacy professor...

These things have quietly spread to every aspect of life.

Perhaps these strange things are behind those so-called mental illnesses and events classified as accidents.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench his fist.

Fortunately, I'm not a completely clueless Muggle anymore.

Everything is still in time.

However, the mysteries in the game are even more mind-bending than those in reality.

Why is the fortune told by the Taoist priest considered inauspicious in a haunted house, but auspicious in a brothel filled with heavily polluted dancers?

As a result, he encountered nothing in the incense shop and made his way unimpeded through the haunted house to the altar.

Those believers were as fragile as paper, completely vulnerable.

And the person he asked me to find.

I clearly remember some of the faces in the portrait.

Zhang Wenhao frowned, trying hard to recall that face.

Stubble, sunken eyes...

Who on earth is it?

Is it in real life or in a game?

He thought about it over and over, but his mind was like it was shrouded in fog, and he couldn't grasp the answer no matter what.

The cicadas chirped outside the window for a while, then gradually faded away.

The night is deep.

Those unsolvable mysteries surrounded Zhang Wenhao until he fell into a deep sleep.

the next day.

When Zhang Wenhao woke up again, he found that his father was gone.

The air conditioner was still running.

Instead, it was Zhang Wanning, the e-sports sister, who sat in front of the computer.

She slipped into the study at some point, took over the computer chair that originally belonged to her father, and crossed her legs on the chair.

He was typing away on the keyboard.

Zhang Wenhao was stunned.

Surprisingly, this woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes also enjoys playing relatively hardcore FPS games.

He was the one with the prejudice.

He always thought his sister only watched short videos, watched dramas, and posted carefully edited selfies on her WeChat Moments.

"You're awake!"

After being killed again, Zhang Wanning turned her head dejectedly, "Dad went shopping with Mom."

"Does Dad still go shopping?"

Zhang Wenhao was somewhat surprised, because in his memory, his father, Zhang Mingyuan, had always been the kind of person whose life was neglected by work.

Every time I come back from a business trip, I'm basically exhausted. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, and I'll lie down if I can, and sit if I can stand.

For him, shopping is more painful than working overtime.

My mother often complains that he doesn't spend enough time with his family.

"Hey, you don't understand. Even old married couples can rekindle their passion." The older sister didn't seem very surprised, waving her hand with the tone of someone who'd been there all along.

"Let me tell you, I have a colleague who is 25 years old. Once when she went home for Chinese New Year, her parents said they wanted to give her a surprise."

She paused, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, then slapped her thigh: "When I got home, I found there was another little brother in the house!"

This isn't a surprise, it's more like a shock...

Zhang Wenhao thought to himself.

He was twenty-five years old when he suddenly had a younger brother who was still breastfeeding. The thought was too beautiful for him to bear.

Furthermore, this kind of example simply cannot explain Dad's sudden urge to go out!

However, he had his own suspicions.

Maybe it's because I eliminated the evil spirit that was parasitizing my dad that he's become more energetic than before!

The red fluid spread from his heart to his entire body, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. Now that the evil spirit is gone, Dad's energy has naturally returned, and it's no wonder he's in the mood to go shopping with Mom.

"Is there breakfast?"

He asked.

I'm not going to school today.

I'd already decided to skip class yesterday, so I might as well skip it. At worst, I'll get a scolding from the advisor; it's not like I'll lose anything.

"No, ugh, so annoying! I told you I was spacing out, and I got beaten to death again!"

Zhang Wanning took off her headphones, her dark eyes darted around, and a malicious smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Come on, give me a good beating!"

As she spoke, she threw her laptop onto the bed!

The pink ultrabook traced an arc through the air, hit the blanket, bounced, and almost slipped to the ground.

Zhang Wenhao's vision went black.

This thing probably can't even maintain 60 frames per second.

The keyboard is as small as a toy, the screen refresh rate is shockingly low, and the vents blow hot air so hard it's burning to the touch.

Playing FPS games with this thing is just asking for trouble!

but.

Looking at his arrogant older sister, Zhang Wenhao couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Isn't this just taking advantage of the situation to bully yourself?

Unfortunately, things are different now.

"Sure! Sis, let me have a turn..."

Zhang Wenhao smiled and clicked to open the game.

Three minutes later.

Zhang Wanning's smile froze on her face.

His mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.