Please control me, my divine being!

Dr. Liu stopped in his tracks, blinking hard as if worried that his old eyesight was failing him and he was seeing things wrong.

But with so many years of medical experience, he had come into contact with countless corpses, and he was quite certain that the middle-aged woman sitting on the straw mat in front of him was already dead.

The time of death should be more than a week ago!

That was precisely the time when the sores would erupt.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to tell the truth, but he couldn't say it no matter what.

After a moment of silence, Li Qinghe asked hopefully, "Dr. Liu, you are the best doctor in Huangshui Town. How long will it take to cure my mother's illness?"

"I can't cure her," Doctor Liu replied through gritted teeth in response to the girl's question.

Li Qinghe's smile froze. "Aren't you capable of treating evil sores? It's just that we've run out of medicinal herbs. I've gathered so many herbs, it's definitely enough. You're the best doctor in Huangshui Town, how could there be an illness you can't cure?"

"I can't cure your mother, I really can't." Doctor Liu was somewhat agitated.

Looking at the shabby surroundings and recalling the girl's tired appearance when she came to the clinic several times, he felt a strong sense of self-blame and helplessness.

Li Qinghe's voice trembled: "Is it because Mother's illness is too serious? Then I'll go to the Fajiao Sect; their talisman water might be able to cure her. Yes, it definitely can!"

Seeing the girl about to turn and leave, Doctor Liu quickly stopped her: "If you can't cure them, they'll be the same!"

Li Qinghe couldn't believe it. "Why? Those people from the Fajiao sect know magic; they must have a way."

"Because your mother isn't sick, she's gone, she's dead!" Doctor Liu stopped the girl, barely managing to utter these words.

In an instant, the shed fell silent.

Li Qinghe stood there, her arms and body trembling violently.

"Look, look for yourself! Your mother is gone, Miss Li." Doctor Liu pointed to the corpse on the straw mat. "Don't deceive yourself; the dead cannot be brought back to life!"

"Dead?"

The girl followed the doctor's finger and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman on the straw mat.

The vegetable porridge I cooked yesterday is still in the pot. My mother hasn't spoken or eaten anything for a long time.

She wasn't this unsightly before. Even though she was busy every day, she would wash herself clean before going to bed. She was a very clean person and wouldn't let herself get this dirty.

Li Qinghe felt dizzy and leaned against the door frame, tears welling up in her eyes.

All the pent-up grievances and pain finally erupted at this moment.

"Miss Li, please don't do anything foolish. Your mother in heaven wouldn't want to see you like this," Doctor Liu pleaded through gritted teeth.

Even though he was used to seeing life and death, he was still somewhat at a loss.

"My mother is not dead! Get out! Get out of here right now!" Li Qinghe almost shouted these words as he drove Doctor Liu out of the shed.

Doctor Liu knocked on the wooden door, but there was no response from inside. He sat listlessly on the stone outside the door, his eyes blank, seemingly lost in thought.

A few quarters of an hour later.

Jiang Chuling walked over from the porridge stall, holding a steamed bun. "Doctor, where's Sister Qinghe?"

After delivering the children to the security escort agency and explaining their destinations to the escorts, she went to the shantytown.

There are soup kitchens set up by the legal education center here, where you can eat and drink for free.

Having spent all her money hiring bodyguards, and with nowhere to go, she planned to fill her stomach first before looking for work in town.

She vaguely knew something about Qinghe's mother's illness.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Liu snapped out of his daze. "Are you her friend?"

"Yes, I have a steamed bun left that I haven't eaten, I'm planning to bring it to her. Is her mother feeling any better?" Jiang Chuling looked towards the shed, a hint of unease in her eyes.

"Her mother is dead."

As if provoked, Doctor Liu jumped up and stumbled outside, fleeing the place as if escaping.

Jiang Chuling dropped the steamed bun in her hand to the ground, stared at the doctor's disheveled figure as he fled, and then looked at the tightly closed wooden door.

...

Li Qinghe stopped crying and helped her mother comb her hair on the straw mat.

She felt short of breath, her mind a jumbled mess, buzzing with thoughts she couldn't quite make out.

Even the highly skilled Dr. Liu couldn't help, so what could I do?

She raced through her mind, considering and rejecting one possibility after another.

Until his gaze fell upon the wood-chopping knife.

She thought of the mysterious being who controlled her and killed the three thugs.

The other party could let him swagger away right under the noses of the two constables.

This is a power only gods possess!

Yes, He definitely has a way to help with Mother's situation!

Li Qinghe knelt on the ground, clasping her hands together.

She didn't know if the gods would respond, but Doctor Liu was helpless, the talismanic water from the Fajiao sect was also useless, and the government was even less likely to care; no one would pay attention to a poor person in the shantytown.

If there is only one possibility, it is that it is a mysterious entity controlling her for some unknown reason.

If He ignores it too...

Li Qinghe dared not think any further.

"Great God, you must be able to hear my prayers..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

That familiar power descended once more.

This time, Li Qinghe felt no fear, only a strong sense of hope and reassurance; a feeling of security welled up from the bottom of her heart and enveloped her entire body.

She bit her finger and used it as a pen to draw the ritual diagram on the ground.

...

Zhou Qing rubbed his temples.

During his previous trip, he had already noticed the unusual things happening at home.

Based on the descriptions between the lines, and the fact that this "mother" never uttered a word or made a move, Zhou Qing began to have some doubts.

As the game progressed, his suspicions were finally confirmed. Seeing the girl in the game so heartbroken, Zhou Qing felt depressed and frustrated.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

Given the game's realistic and hardcore style, there is absolutely no way to resurrect the dead under the current circumstances.

But he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

The game's current display of wonders has made him take it seriously.

Moreover, if he doesn't take care of it, the girl's sanity bar in her status bar will drop to zero.

Overwhelmed with grief, you used your blood as ink to draw the ritual diagrams on the ground.

You whisper the name of "Blue Lord," praying for a miracle to save your dying mother.

He heard your prayer...

The sacrificial interface popped up again.

[Altar: Li Qinghe's Self-Made Blood Altar]

Offering: A single pebble

[Please select to give to believers: blessing, trial, or divine revelation]

Zhou Qing immediately chose to bestow a blessing, and then looked at the bronze wine cup he had obtained from the antique dealer on his prop table.

The item description in the game text states that it can "carry illusory things".

After focusing the mind, further game text descriptions of "illusory things" emerge: soul, thought, divine power...

This is the only way Zhou Qing can think of to help the girl.

From the moment she discovers her mother's death, the girl's sanity is decreasing at an alarming rate; if not intervened in time, the character will collapse.

Your prayers have been answered by the divine.

He has given you a mortal vessel, which may be used to hold your soul and save your mother from dissipation.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the most basic rules of the world.

People with special abilities often rely on the power of folk gods and evil spirits to violate worldly rules, which often leads to results that are contrary to their wishes and distorted.

Everything given comes with a demand.

Everything extraordinary comes at a price.

So, are you ready?

After bestowing the bronze wine cup, Zhou Qing observed the game's progress, waiting for the plot to unfold.

He was watching to see what choice the girl would make.

Letting the game characters make the choice sounds ridiculous, but Zhou Qing did it anyway.

The game's detailed descriptions, the characters' rich inner thoughts, the girl's occasional witty remarks, and the various interactions with the player all prevented Zhou Qing from treating her as a simple, cold string of game data.

Of course, Zhou Qing kept a close eye on the whole process to prevent the character's sanity from dropping too low and causing some unexpected problems.