Please control me, my divine being!

"I'm finally feeling a bit better. The game even has free dialogue options, which makes it much more flexible than most games."

Zhou Qing recalled her conversation with the stall owner.

After the other party asked a question, a dialog box popped up, requiring me to type in my answer.

Furthermore, the reply options also have a time limit.

If the time limit is exceeded, the plot will automatically advance according to the characters' behavioral logic.

have to say.

He has gradually come to appreciate the unique fun and difficulty of the game.

Through the lines of text, he felt as if the girl he was controlling was not an NPC, but a real person with flesh and blood. This unique sense of immersion made it easy for people to forget about time.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

The old steward, Zheng Chi, came over with his servants, carrying food boxes.

Two desserts, one soup, four stir-fried dishes, and four cold dishes were neatly arranged on the table.

Zhou Qing didn't even look up: "Close the door after you're done delivering. Don't bother me unless it's something important."

Zheng Chi took out a letter from his pocket: "Young Master, the Dragon King Festival is approaching, and the Prefect invites you to attend. Every year during the festival, the Prefect invites some extraordinary people from various places; you can go and see them."

"Dragon King Festival?"

Zhou Qing recalled the original body's memories.

Jiang'an City was the southern capital of the Wu Dynasty, and was surrounded by many rivers and lakes.

Two major rivers that run through the Wu Dynasty both pass through this area, and tens of thousands of families rely on the water for their livelihood.

Fishermen, canal workers, merchants, and people who make a living on the water worship the Dragon King every year, which has developed into a unique festival over the years.

"Write a reply to the prefect, and I will go and take a look."

"Yes, young master."

Zheng Chi came quickly and left quickly.

A few minutes later, the courtyard became quiet again.

Zhou Qing opened the book and re-entered the game.

In just a short while, the girl finished eating her noodles and prepared to continue her journey to the clinic.

As you approach the clinic, game text keeps popping up.

Most of it was useless information, but only one piece caught Zhou Qing's attention.

You walk briskly down the street, and all sorts of people pass by. Suddenly, an old beggar in tattered clothes blocks your way.

You didn't have any extra money to give as alms and were about to leave when the other person took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them to you.

Such a reversal of the celestial order makes you pause in your tracks.

You decide to continue listening to the other person.

It turns out the old beggar came from the recently popular Liuren divination sect and worshipped the Liuren Immortal Master.

The Liu Ren Fa sect adheres to the belief of "using the law to mend the heavens and passing on the Tao to those with affinity," and is currently recruiting people with affinity to follow them in Huangshui Town.

The old beggar tells you about a hidden meeting place where followers of the Six Rens sect gather on the 15th of every month.

Faced with the old beggar's invitation, are you prepared to...?

"Accept, refuse, steal, kill..."

In an instant, several options appeared before my eyes.

[After learning that joining the church would entitle you to a bowl of rice, you were secretly tempted and promised to go to the meeting point.]

The Six Ren Divination Method?

It appears to be a faction within the game.

It's clear that I triggered a side quest on the way.

As a game focused on exploration and character development, Zhou Qing naturally had no reason to refuse the old beggar's invitation.

More exploration and discovery will lead to more information and rewards.

However, this side quest can only proceed on the 15th. Right now, the most important thing is the main quest to cure the protagonist's mother.

As you enter the clinic, a strong smell of medicine fills the air.

The groans of patients echoed from the dimly lit clinic.

Because the River God recently took a wife, many places along the riverbanks have been flooded. Many canal workers have been possessed by evil spirits and have contracted water sores. The doctors in the clinics are exhausted.

After describing his mother's symptoms to the doctor, he took out a packet of medicine.

This is a herbal remedy specifically for treating boils and carbuncles.

But its high price makes it out of reach for you.

You search your entire body and find only about twenty coins, far from enough to buy medicine, so you decide...

"Leave, run on credit, steal, rob."

Four options popped up, and the timer bar below only gave Zhou Qing ten seconds.

First, eliminate the last two.

As for the option of "leaving," it was not within Zhou Qing's consideration. If she left, she would miss the storyline of the clinic.

Since there's no way to reload and start over, and the process is automatically advancing every moment, the plot that triggers in one second may be different from the plot that triggers in the next second.

Unlike other games, the storyline won't persist as long as you don't actively progress through it.

The River God is getting married, and the canal worker is being haunted by evil spirits—something is clearly going on here.

So Zhou Qing chose the second option without hesitation: buy on credit!

……

Li Qinghe stood in the corner of the clinic.

In the dimly lit clinic, the pungent smell of medicine masked the putrid stench of the patients.

The patients lying in their hospital beds looked pained, their bodies covered in pustules of varying sizes, their limbs swollen and weak, and they could only utter intermittent cries of agony.

I didn't expect so many people to get sick recently.

My mother had a similar illness to theirs, but she was very quiet.

"Young lady, a packet of sore medicine is half a tael of silver, which is already the lowest price."

Look at the mess this has made! The waters on both sides of the river have surged together, and many of the canal workers and fishermen haven't had time to escape. Quite a few people have contracted the water ghost's evil sores. If you had come a couple of days later, there probably wouldn't have been any medicine left.

The old doctor sitting behind the counter looked at the twenty-three coins in Li Qinghe's hand and shook his head slightly.

My mother also contracted the disease while selling nets at the fish market at the dock, just like the others.

Thinking about this.

Li Qinghe clenched his fists.

Half a tael of silver is fifty large coins, or five hundred copper coins; she couldn't scrape together that much money.

Am I supposed to sell myself to the Zhang family?

Just as she was clenching her teeth, completely lost and wondering how to raise the money, a mysterious will suddenly descended upon her body and took control of it once again.

Here it comes again!

That strange thing descended into his body again.

Li Qinghe was filled with panic, but she could only watch helplessly as her expression turned cold again, like a soul trapped inside her body, watching everything from the perspective of an outsider.

"I want to pay on credit!" the girl's emotionless voice rang out.

The old doctor was astonished.

I've never seen anyone so brazen about buying on credit.

But looking at the other person's dirty clothes, the filthy woodcutter in the bamboo basket, and the cold, numb expression on his face, the old doctor felt a little scared.

He had seen this kind of situation many times at the clinic.

Either they themselves are tormented by illness, or their family members are tormented by illness; they are all unfortunate people on the edge of a cliff, and they might do anything if provoked.

"Young lady, if all our customers buy on credit, our clinic won't be able to stay in business."

Okay then.

The clinic is currently facing a shortage of medicinal herbs and cannot find the manpower to harvest them.

If you can find the medicinal herbs, I will help you prepare a medicine to treat the sores. Actually, it's not difficult to make; it's just that the herbs are hard to find.

The old doctor pointed out the way, telling Li Qinghe where to find medicinal herbs and how to identify and harvest them.

The herb *Clematis chinensis*, a key ingredient in medicinal preparations, grows primarily in damp, shady areas along riverbanks.

These things are not hard to find under normal circumstances, but now both sides of the strait are suffering from floods and other disasters.

If you're near the riverbank, you might get a sore from something bad, and forget about finding medicine, whether you can even survive is another matter.

Li Qinghe simply has no other choice now.

The mysterious entity controlling her body didn't give her a choice.

Having readily agreed to the job, Li Qinghe's body moved uncontrollably toward the door. After only a few steps, she encountered a middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf.

"Little girl, would you like some talisman water?"

This medicine is specially formulated to cure this kind of sore. The effects are immediate after drinking it! One bowl costs only one cent. No effect, no money back!

The aunt smiled kindly, much like the steward of the Zhang family.

Li Qinghe became vigilant.

The town of Huangshui is home to all sorts of people, gangs and hooligans are everywhere, and there are countless shady characters.

Even if there were talismanic water that could cure evil sores, such a good thing wouldn't fall to her.

Since her father went to serve in the army and never returned, she and her mother have depended on each other for survival. They have suffered the most losses and hardships, and they have some understanding of all sorts of ways of doing things. Otherwise, they would not have dared to come to the Zhang family in Huangshui Town to work as day laborers.

Do you really think you can fool your own clever little brain with such a low-level scam?

How to think.

The next moment.

Li Qinghe, expressionless, blurted out, "Give me a bowl."

The woman paused, seemingly puzzled by the little girl's expression. This girl didn't seem very bright.

But she quickly smiled again: "Okay, follow me, the talisman water needs to be made fresh."