Please control me, my divine being!

[You used the common technique "Insightful Eye" (Twisted), which greatly depleted your stamina and caused some damage to your body.]

[Your fight with Huang Qi was discovered by others, and the horrific scene left a very deep impression, increasing your infamy!]

Zhou Qing looked at the bottom of the status bar.

My stamina bar dropped by half, and my hunger level was almost zero.

More importantly, the mundane skill "Insight" has turned black, as if it's on cooldown and can't be used a second time tonight.

"As expected, my method of using the Insightful Eye was wrong. A normal Insightful Eye should be geared towards identification, information gathering, and mind manipulation. However, when I used it, it became a purely offensive technique."

Zhou Qing pondered the changes.

He had tried using his Insightful Eye himself, but it was far less powerful than when he controlled Li Qinghe's body.

The reason for this should be related to the relationship between secular arts and deities, but it is impossible to analyze it now.

Fires broke out everywhere in the city, and the Fa Church was wreaked havoc.

Zhou Qing found a secluded room near the city outskirts and tied Huang Qi up inside.

Huang Qi is currently missing an arm and a leg, and his injuries are severe, leaving him completely powerless to resist.

However, Huang Xiandi is absolutely loyal to the immortals and completely refuses to cooperate with you.

You swung your sword and chopped off the other person's other arm. Huang Qi cried out in pain, deciding that he had to save his life first so that he could continue to serve the immortals. He agreed to help you remove the evil sores.

You take out a bronze wine vessel, its contents shimmering with blood.

Your long-cherished pursuit is finally about to be realized; your heart is pounding, and you can't hide your excitement...

Zhou Qing looked at the text, sighed, and stopped trying to control the girl.

Moonlight streamed through the gap in the roof of the abandoned room.

Blood was everywhere.

Huang Qi leaned against the wall, barely alive, staring at the indifferent girl in front of him.

He still didn't know which sect the other party belonged to, but being able to acquire worldly skills at such a young age meant he was definitely not a rogue cultivator from the countryside.

"Besides the Fajiao and Lushan factions, other forces have also gotten involved. The River God of this tributary of the Zhuohe River is about to die, and everyone wants a piece of the pie. We must send this message back."

Thinking this to himself, Huang Qi sighed as he faced the girl and said, "I will help you get rid of the evil sore. We originally planted this sore for the River God, and we never intended for it to affect anyone else. The grievances have their source, and the debts have their debtors. The people on both banks who have been infected with the evil sore have nothing to do with us."

Li Qinghe ignored the other party and took out a bronze wine cup.

The blood-red water within the duke's walls rippled and spread out in waves.

She took a deep breath and slowly dripped her blood onto the surface of the wine vessel.

Tick.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the wine vessel.

The wine vessel grew larger again, quickly reaching the size of a water vat.

Huang Qi swallowed hard, wondering about the origins of the girl before him. But when he saw what was inside the enormous wine vessel, all his doubts turned to shock.

Inside the bronze wine vessel was a rotting corpse, long since ravaged by evil sores and unrecognizable.

Huang Qi quickly suppressed his inner shock.

These heretical cultivators are all truly insane. They used perfectly good mundane utensils to hold such a corpse.

What a waste!

Moreover, he had to remove the sores from the corpse himself.

After going through all this trouble, all for the sake of treating a corpse...

Faced with the girl's murderous gaze, he wisely shut his mouth and began to expend his physical and mental energy to remove the evil sores from the corpse.

Strands of yellow hair pierced into the corpse.

Strands of pungent pus flowed from the hair, followed by wisps of black smoke rising from the corpse.

The sores disappeared in large patches, but the corpse itself was already rotten and swollen. Even after the sores were removed, it still looked hideous and terrifying.

"Young lady, the sores have been cured," Huang Qi said somewhat fearfully.

Li Qinghe frowned, looking at the corpse inside the wine vessel, her heart sinking lower and lower.

"You're cured?"

"Of course, of course, I wouldn't dare lie to you."

Li Qinghe remained silent for a moment, then looked at him coldly, holding a wood-chopping knife in her hand. She then cut her finger and began to draw a diagram on the ground.

The blood flowing within one's own body is the best material for drawing ritual diagrams, and it can attract the attention of the deity one believes in to the greatest extent.

Not long after.

A complete ceremonial drawing was completed.

Although it has some minor flaws, it is complete enough and much better than what she drew before.

She sat inside the ritual diagram, silently reciting in her heart, communicating with that mysterious being.

However, there was no response. In the empty room, only the sound of Huang Qi swallowing in fright could be heard.

Li Qinghe remained silent.

During this time, the truth that she dared not think about finally came to pass.

Even the gods couldn't save his mother.

Doctor Liu, Jiang Chuling, and almost everyone she knew told her that the dead cannot be brought back to life, that her mother was indeed dead and could never come back to life.

Helping her mother cure her sores was nothing more than an obsession in her heart, and a fantasy she dared not face reality and wanted to escape.

Even without the sores, it will not come back to life.

She felt her mind go blank, a huge sense of weakness and powerlessness washed over her, leaving her feeling lost and directionless.

Huang Qi moved cautiously and asked carefully, "Miss, tonight's matter was simply a misunderstanding. We have no grudge against each other. This evil sore can infect mortals because of that monster in the river. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor..."

He said a couple of words, and when he received no response, he moved toward the door.

He had only taken a few steps when he felt dizzy and a huge weasel head fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood gushing out from its neck.

Li Qinghe withdrew the wood-chopping knife, picked up the wine cup that had shrunk again, and walked out of the dilapidated house, looking lost and helpless.

Flames soared into the sky in the distance, and shouts of battle echoed continuously.

Li Qinghe squatted in the corner, hugging her knees with both hands. The darkness was like the last layer of her body, enveloping her tightly.

In the quiet alley, a sob as faint as a mosquito's buzz could be heard.

"Thankfully, it didn't completely collapse."

Zhou Qing stared at the bright red "Desperate Will" status on the status bar and breathed a sigh of relief.

After discovering her mother's death, her sanity bar dropped to zero, and she fell into an uncontrollable "collapse state".

This time, with such a long buffer period and various psychological suggestions, I finally felt better.

Although the situation isn't much better, it's still within a manageable range.

As long as there is no direct collapse, there is room for maneuver.

The bomb that's been there since the beginning of the game has finally exploded, but the game continues. Now I need to plan how to get her back on her feet.