The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"I want to go down and take a look."

As soon as the deity spoke, Ah Liu nodded in understanding.

Logically, gods cannot leave their divine realm, and entering the territory of humans is even more taboo. If they use their spiritual power to disrupt the karma of living beings, not every god can withstand the twenty-four heavenly lightning strikes.

However, the strong control the game, and the same is true for gods. As an inexhaustible desire for life, her power is enough for her to steal a moment of freedom.

As always, whenever the deity leaves the divine realm, divine messengers pray on their behalf. They ignite spiritual fire, burning themselves to transform into shooting stars in the summer night or heavy snow in the winter, bringing blessings to all living beings.

When the deity returned to his position, with just a gentle touch of his hand, the hurried figures of the messengers of wishes once again filled the divine realm.

"Good morning, sir." Ah Wu bowed respectfully.

"Sir, you must bring me a gift." Ah Liu waved goodbye, and even the apple tree swayed its branches in the wind.

The deity transformed into a gentle autumn breeze that hastens the ripening of life, slowly descending from Fuyou Peak.

Every garden she passed through was laden with fruit, every field she passed through was rippling with rice, and every village she passed through was witnessing the birth of newborns.

In the autumn evening in Rongcheng, the air was still filled with the warm and humid atmosphere of late summer. The bustling streets were crowded with people. After crossing two street corners, the deity changed into the most fashionable dress at the moment with practiced ease.

The cart of wontons is a must-eat, along with candied hawthorns and sweet dates. A dazzling array of jade pendants and the subtle fragrance of cosmetics fill the air. In this small shop, she holds a jade-faced Yama in her left hand and a Great Immortal in her right.

How interesting, humans are truly fascinating. Wearing a small mask, they can act as a demon or a god at will. She raised the Yama mask and peered through the small hole at the colorful lanterns, the handsome young man, and the middle-aged man with a large belly, carrying a jug of wine and walking leisurely.

"Thump!" Pain spread from her shoulder. She was too engrossed in watching and slammed into the ground. Her right hand had just removed the mask when her left hand went limp from the pain, and the clean-cut, ethereal face fell at the man's feet, leaving a large hole in it...

"I apologize, my lady, things were urgent today. I will apologize to you another day!"

The man had a cheerful voice and acted casually. Before he could even clasp his hands in a fist, he had already run two or three miles. He turned around, and the deity hurriedly looked up, only managing to catch a glimpse of him.

Although it was only a fleeting glance, his features were subtly outlined by the dazzling lights behind him. His eyes were bright as stars, his brows were clear and his features were handsome. A slight smile played on his lips, revealing his carefree youth. He was tall but not particularly muscular, and his blue cloth clothes gave him a refined and otherworldly air.

Wait a minute, isn't that familiar face... that annoying guy?

What handsome features? What refined and otherworldly demeanor? He's clearly a street thug!

A sense of unease arose in his heart. It seemed that the gods' aversion to this person had not disappeared because of his reincarnation.

The deity lowered his head, and saw that the divine mask was covered with dirty footprints. Well, this wasn't just a matter of damaging her mask; this foot had clearly stepped on her face!

Seeing his hurried steps, clearly indicating his intention to escape, the goddess disregarded all decorum and elegance. She tore her skirt to the side and strode after him, determined to see what kind of high realm this self-righteous brat had achieved in his life.

They walked from the bustling main street, turned into the dimly lit alleys, and passed through the long alleys before entering a brightly lit residential area.

The goddess was panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her temples. Looking at the dampness on the back of her hand, she felt a pang of shame. She hadn't taken the boy's rudeness to heart, but by chasing after him, she seemed petty and narrow-minded.

She straightened up slightly, held her breath in her panic, and tidied her clothes and hair again and again. Just as she was pulling herself out of the mire of shame, she heard a familiar sound.

"Don't worry, your grandson will be fine. Grandma, you must listen to Ali, eat well, and sleep well!" He knelt down in front of an old woman, as if afraid she wouldn't hear him, and spoke each word more heavily than the last.

Under the dim light, the old woman looked as frail as a dying giant tree. She leaned against a bamboo chair, too weak to even open her eyes. She could only gently sway her swollen body, making the old bamboo chair creak and groan as if in response to her.

Her hands and feet were clumsy; she reached behind her back four or five times before finally pulling out a money pouch. She used all her strength to press it into Jiang Zhiyang's palm.

She strained her knuckles, forcefully smoothing out the wrinkles on the back of her hand, embedding it deeply into the other person's hand.

She moved her lips, but had no strength left. She could only nod slightly and press her body down little by little.

"Okay, okay, I understand, thank you Grandma!" Jiang Zhiyang helped the old woman to her feet, then used some strength to help her back to her seat. "It's getting late, I'll come see you again tomorrow!"

Hearing the commotion inside, the deity hurriedly took two steps back. Just as he was about to turn around, he still bumped into Jiang Zhiyang's line of sight.

"Good heavens, how did you manage to chase me all the way here? I said I'd make it up to you tomorrow, you can't escape now. I need to get out of the city right now, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

He was about to run away when the deity chased after him for a couple of steps. Seeing the woman following behind him, he suddenly turned around and almost bumped into her.

"Are you traveling the same way as me?"

His voice was full of energy, but the goddess suddenly lost her confidence. Facing his chest so close to hers and feeling the heat wave rushing towards her, she stammered and panicked. She only nodded slightly before the man grabbed her wrist.

"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up, the city gates are about to close."

Two people, on four legs, ran wildly down the dimly lit path, the moss-covered flagstones clattering behind them.

In an instant, old grievances and new doubts seemed to dissipate with the thin layer of sweat in the cool autumn night. She could only feel her clenched hands, her disordered breathing, and the clamorous wind...

One step, two steps, three steps, yay! Successfully hit the mark! Jiang Zhiyang released his thin wrist, clenched his fist excitedly, as if he had won a big victory.

"But what are you, a young girl, doing out of the city at this time?"

The deity remained silent, only staring intently into his eyes. The other man quickly understood, a hint of embarrassment playing on his lowered lips.

He scratched his head, his steps betraying a hint of unease. "Sorry, I was in such a rush. I thought you were also leaving the city. So... does my wife have anywhere else to go tonight?"

The deity remained silent, only widening his eyes even further.

"Then why don't you come home with me tonight, my lady? But please don't misunderstand, I have a lot of family members. If you squeeze in, I'll take you into the city tomorrow morning."

"I have a car, it won't tire your wife's legs." Receiving no response, he frantically waved his arms, while the donkey parked not far away seemed to have been summoned and let out a disgruntled bray.