Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 61 Greed Leads to Death! Want to be a perfect hero forever? Only dead heroes are eternal!

Xiao Yu walked to the incense table.

His movements were somewhat stiff.

After all, none of his 37 endorsements were for Taoist temples.

He reached into the incense holder and took three sticks of incense.

He didn't know how to hold it.

The incense stick is upside down.

He turned over again.

After turning it upside down, it still felt wrong.

Go back again.

It took four or five attempts.

I barely managed to get the right one in the end.

He pulled a lighter out of his pocket.

Platinum. Diamond-encrusted.

It's more expensive than any of the celebrity-endorsed items he's worn before.

It's in the same league as Qian Meihua's Zippo lighter.

But he didn't care.

He just wanted to make this wish as soon as possible.

Then hurry back to the capital.

I have a charity live stream to do tonight.

He hadn't even finished rehearsing the script with his agent yet.

The lighter clicked.

Three incense sticks were lit.

He held the incense to his chest.

I glanced at the three statues that had been repainted through my sunglasses.

The statue has faded a little.

But the eyes were done very carefully.

There seems to be a gentle curve at the corner of the eye.

Xiao Yu didn't know why, but the moment he saw the eyes of those three statues...

A very subtle chill ran through him.

It felt like a cold finger was quietly sliding across the back of his neck.

But the chill lasted for less than half a second.

Then he remembered why he had come here.

He remembered the news his agent had told him.

He recalled the text message that had come through internal channels, saying that he had been reported.

He remembered the "mask" who was organizing materials in Chaoyang District, preparing to submit them first thing tomorrow morning.

He thought about what he would lose if he were exposed.

Endorsement.

fan.

money.

status.

The title "top influencer".

That feeling he experiences every time he opens his eyes: being adored by tens of millions of people, having his name chanted by tens of millions of people.

If it gets exposed.

all of these.

It's all over.

He can't be finished.

He absolutely cannot be finished.

And then that chill ran down my spine.

He threw it away.

His eyes were peering through the visor of his sunglasses.

The greed in his pupils shone brightly again.

He spoke.

The voice was kept very low.

But because the scene was very quiet.

Every word was clearly picked up by the microphone in the live stream.

"I make a wish."

He paused for a second.

Every word he has ever said in public has been meticulously crafted by his management team.

But this is what I'm saying today.

He doesn't have a team to help him with the editing.

He can only rely on himself.

He had already thought of this sentence on his way here.

I thought about it for six hours.

I painstakingly worked through each word.

"I make a wish."

"My perfect, positive persona will forever remain in history."

He paused for a moment.

The words he spoke were like poison coated in sugar.

"No scandal can be exposed."

Another meal.

The sound became a little quieter.

But the contents inside have become heavier.

"My fans across the internet will always see me as a hero."

"hero."

Two words.

He enunciated each word more forcefully than any other.

It's as if they're afraid God won't hear them.

It was as if they were afraid of hearing something other than God.

It's something else.

The words fell.

The smoke from three incense sticks rose up.

Unlike the time with Sun Hao.

Unlike Shen Che's incident.

Unlike the time with Jueyuan.

This time, the smoke.

It's a very strange posture.

It didn't rise very straight.

It did not solidify.

It rose a little bit.

Then it was like encountering an invisible glass ceiling.

"Snap!"

It bounced back.

Then they dispersed.

The smoke swirled around Xiao Yu's feet, forming a very faint, slowly rotating circle.

Like an invisible rope.

Quietly.

It was tied around his ankle.

Qin Du sat in a grand chair.

He didn't move.

In his field of vision.

The system panel lit up.

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[Ding. Your wish has been granted.]

[Wisher: Xiao Yu (real name Chen Haoyu)]

[My wish: May my perfect, positive public image be forever etched in history. May no scandals ever be exposed. May my fans across the internet forever regard me as a hero.]

Qin Du took a sip of tea.

Every single word.

They're all the same knife.

A "perfect persona" is a double-edged sword.

A person who has a history of drug use, choosing concubines, and tax evasion wants to be "perfect".

How will Heaven "perfect" you?

"Fixed history" is a double-edged sword.

What is history?

History is something that will never change.

When a person is alive.

History is being updated every day.

There is only one situation in which your "image" will be completely "fixed".

That means you're no longer here.

Your story has reached its final page.

Close the book.

What remains is "history".

"Keeping scandals hidden" is a double-edged sword.

When will the scandal be exposed?

When a person's reputation has overshadowed their scandal.

When a person's death is more newsworthy than when they are alive.

When a person's "memorial" generates more traffic than their "mistake".

"hero".

It is the sharpest knife.

What is a hero?

In Chinese culture.

A living hero can turn into a coward at any moment.

But fallen heroes are always heroes.

forever.

Only one kind of "hero" is eternal.

Those are the fallen heroes.

Qin Du closed the panel.

He looked at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner one by one.

After inserting.

He turned around.

He seemed relieved.

"Okay," he said in a low voice.

His tone conveyed a sense of relief and comfort.

"Thank you, Celestial Master."

He walked up to Qin Du.

Stand still.

"I heard that making a wish here is free?"

Qin Du glanced at him.

"free."

"Okay. Alright then."

Xiao Yu's fingers twitched inside his hoodie pocket, as if he wanted to take out some money but ultimately didn't.

"I have something to do, I'll head back now."

"goodbye."

Qin Du did not answer.

Xiao Yu turned around.

The way he came in, so alert, so stealthy, moving along the wall.

They walked out of the courtyard.

We got into the Maybach parked at the entrance of the compound, which had been sitting with its engine off.

The car door slammed shut.

The car started.

They disappeared down the mountain.

Su Nian walked over with a broom.

Her expression was a little strange.

"Is he Xiao Yu?" she asked.

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Qin Du hummed in agreement.

Su Nian frowned.

"Why did he suddenly come?"

"He has tens of millions of fans. What does he wish for?"

Qin Du did not answer immediately.

He raised his head.

He looked at the three incense sticks still burning in the courtyard, their smoke swirling on the ground.

Then he said something softly.

"He made a vow that he would never break for the rest of his life."

Su Nian was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Du offered no explanation.

He picked up the enamel mug.

I took a sip of tea.

lay down.

"If you're free tonight, turn on the TV."

"Let's watch tonight's charity live stream."

Su Nian was even more confused.

"A charity live stream? Which one?"

"Drug bust."

Qin Du's tone was very flat.

"Nationwide simultaneous execution. Three hours."

"Xiao Yu is the main guest."