Please control me, my divine being!

Li Qinghe returned to the inn at dawn.

The shop owner, who had just opened the door, felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the blood-stained girl standing outside.

Upon seeing the girl's sorrowful face and red eyes, and recalling the loud commotion outside last night, she seemed to realize something and quickly pulled the girl into the shop.

"Mom, there were religious gatherings in both the east and west of the city last night."

The little girl beside her glanced at Li Qinghe and said excitedly, "Countless weasels in the city have been killed. They're still looking for people, and the city gates are all sealed off."

The woman glared at the little girl and quickly closed the door.

Li Qinghe remained in a daze.

The landlady sighed, pulled her back to the guest room, brought her a set of clean clothes, and then brought out a large bathtub, boiling a full basin of hot water.

"Young lady, no matter what happens, you must look forward." She coughed twice to comfort her, then left the guest room without saying anything more.

Li Qinghe took out the wine cup and stared blankly at the tiny, ant-like figure inside.

How did it turn out like this? Why did it turn out like this?

My father and mother are both gone.

They hadn't done anything wrong; both her parents and she just wanted to live and prevent their family from starving.

And those familiar faces from the shantytowns, those faces I've known since childhood, have also disappeared one after another in this turmoil.

She found it hard to understand.

My mind was filled with confusion and helplessness.

What should we do now? Seek revenge?

Should we kill Huang's younger brother Ma and Qin Hongshi in the city, or should we kill the River God?

Even if all these people die, Mother will not come back to life.

Li Qinghe clutched her head in anguish.

At that very moment, that pale, grand voice descended upon her ears without warning: "Look..."

She shuddered and looked up at the ceiling.

The gods have granted her another promotion; she has heard this murmur many times before.

The guidance of the gods is always so vague. What does He want me to see?

Li Qinghe took a deep breath and, with her last glimmer of hope, asked, "My lord, is my mother still able to...?"

In the darkness.

The pale voice descended once more: "The dead cannot be brought back to life...this is the way of Heaven, but one should not...die like this..."

The sound kept echoing in my ears.

Li Qinghe had to concentrate fully to barely hear the sentence clearly.

He shouldn't have died like this.

Her heart pounded, and a glimmer of light flashed in her blank eyes, but it quickly faded away as she sat there on the ground, lost in thought.

A full day later.

Li Qinghe changed into clean clothes and went downstairs.

The landlady was cleaning in the living room.

Although the inn was doing very poor business and hadn't had a single guest in days, she still persisted in cleaning every single day.

"Miss, you must be hungry. I'll go to the kitchen and cook something right away."

Hearing the noise coming from the stairs, the landlady smiled kindly.

Li Qinghe felt in her pocket and took out the few taels of silver she had left: "Thank you for yesterday. This money is for clothes and lodging."

"I don't need that much, I won't even use half of it," the woman quickly declined.

"Consider this as your food and lodging for the future."

Without saying a word, Li Qinghe put the silver into the woman's hand and then walked out of the inn.

A cold wind howled in.

The attack by the Fajiao sect shattered the brief peace that had been restored in Lianshan County.

With everyone feeling insecure, the streets were deserted and dilapidated.

The weasels that used to roam around have also become much less common on the streets.

Li Qinghe looked ahead at the Dumb Alley.

There were far fewer weasels than before, and she stepped into the alley.

The entire Silent Alley was completely silent.

Li Qinghe searched for a while before finding the place where Bai Tieya had hidden things. After digging with a machete for about an hour, a wooden box covered in mud was dug out.

The box contained a letter, a book, and a string of copper coins soaked red with blood.

The books were sealed with wax, but the letters were not.

As soon as she picked it up, several thin sheets of paper fell out.

"Immortals consume life's destiny, while the common people cultivate their popularity."

"These are two opposing paths, with no intersection between them in terms of principles and legal systems."

"Even with the backing of a celestial being, one cannot advance in rank; going astray leads to demonic possession."

"The two things I regret most in my life are leading you into this profession and being soft-hearted after you fell into evil, failing to intervene in time, which led to the deterioration of the situation. I am ashamed before the spirits of my master and father in heaven."

The papers were likely written by Bai Tieya before his death.

Whether it was intended for Qin Hongshi or simply something she wrote to vent her frustrations is now unknown.

Li Qinghe put the small wooden box back in the inn and went out again; she still had many things to do.

Whether it was his mother's funeral arrangements or Bai Tieya's request.

of course,

And what the gods said: Look at this world.

She walked down the stairs, and the woman was still busy in the small inn, but because of her eye condition, she was not very fast at her work.

"Sister, come here."

The proprietress's daughter stood outside the door, calling out softly and waving secretly at her.

As soon as Li Qinghe stepped out, the seemingly mischievous little girl eagerly asked, "Sister, are you a member of the Fa Sect?"

"Why are you looking for the Fa Cult?" Li Qinghe asked sternly.

"Of course we should ask the Fa Sect for help! Only the Fa Sect can deal with these weasels!" the little girl said matter-of-factly, seemingly having an endless longing for the Fa Sect.

She blinked. "Don't be afraid, sister, I won't betray you. Those weasels want to capture my friends. Can you find a way to send them out of the city and to the Legal Church?"

Li Qinghe frowned: "Your mother doesn't know about this?"

"If Mommy finds out, she definitely won't let me go out, and then my friends won't be able to do anything!" The little girl pleaded in her eyes.

After a while.

Li Qinghe followed the little girl, navigating several streets while carefully avoiding the weasels along the way.

"I haven't dared to come here often lately. There are more and more weasels. If the bailiffs hadn't killed a lot of them this time, they would be everywhere in the city!" The little girl stopped in the overgrown abandoned house and dug up the ground inside the grass cage.

Below is a dark room.

A dozen or so children, pale and thin, huddled inside.

The little girl took out some steamed buns from the bag she was carrying and distributed them to the children.

Li Qinghe watched quietly from the side, her heart filled with mixed feelings, and more doubts arose in her mind.

"Where are their parents?" Li Qinghe asked in a low voice after the little girl finished distributing the food.

These children were only a few years old, and there wasn't a single adult around them.

If it weren't for the little girl constantly bringing them food, they would probably have starved to death here long ago.

"They're all dead," the little girl said bitterly. "They all contracted the evil sores, and not one of them survived. In the city, in almost every family with children, the parents contracted the evil sores and died."