One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The researcher paused for a moment.

He silently wrote something on the notepad and then looked away.

Feng Baobao found it boring.

She turned around, strolled to the bedside, and plopped down on the floor.

Two feet dangling in mid-air.

"This medicinal soup is quite expensive."

She raised her arm and smelled herself:

"Angelica, astragalus, and a bit of angelica root. They are all good for clearing the meridians."

My mother used to be able to exchange a single stalk of *Cynanchum paniculatum* for half a bag of rice.

Although Feng Baobao was imprisoned here, her mindset remained remarkably stable.

Until noon.

The food delivery slot on the door was opened.

A beautifully presented meal was brought in.

White rice, steamed fish, and a few dishes of green vegetables whose names I don't know.

There was even a bowl of sweet soup with red dates floating on top.

Feng Baobao picked up her food, sat cross-legged on the ground, and ate with great relish.

"The fish bones were removed so cleanly."

As she shoveled rice into her mouth, she mentally gave this group a high score for their food standards.

"It's even better than what the village chief eats during the Spring Festival."

After eating and drinking to one's heart's content.

Feng Baobao put the empty plate back at the food delivery area.

She went back to bed and hugged her knees.

I looked up at the small vent on the roof.

This sinkhole is extremely deep.

Only for a short period after noon will a few rays of sunlight refract through the cracks in the rock wall.

At that moment, a beam of light shone directly onto the white bed sheet.

Feng Baobao looked at the spot of light.

A hint of melancholy and longing, befitting her age, finally surfaced in her clear eyes.

"Mom should be safe by now..."

The little girl rested her chin on her knees and murmured softly:

“If she can’t find me, my mother will definitely cry. Her eyes are not good, and they easily become red and swollen when she cries.”

She sniffed, suppressing the sour feeling.

The words her father had said before floated into her mind again.

“My father said that no matter what situation we fall into, we must first eat our fill and rest our spirits before we have the strength to find our way home.”

"I need to eat properly and sleep well."

Feng Baobao patted her cheeks and cheered herself up.

In the monitoring room.

Kenji Tsuchimikado was staring at Feng Baobao on the screen, who was sitting there in a daze after finishing her meal.

The deputy beside him spoke with a hint of hesitation:

"Lord Kenji, isn't this body's performance... a bit too calm?"

“The children who were sent here before either went on hunger strikes or suffered mental breakdowns, and we had to inject them with sedatives to maintain their vital signs.”

"But this one can eat and sleep well, and even his heart rate doesn't fluctuate much. Is this normal?"

Kenji Tsuchimikado held his teacup, staring intently at the screen.

"That is what makes her so precious as the perfect vessel."

He slowly took a sip of tea, his tone resolute:

"Her calmness wasn't feigned; it was genuine ignorance and fearlessness. Her soul was like a blank sheet of paper, unpolluted by worldly desires and fears."

"Only such a pure soul is worthy of the descent of the gods."

Kenji Tsuchimikado put down his teacup, a smug glint in his eyes.

"For the next three days, meet all her reasonable needs. As long as she doesn't go on a hunger strike or harm herself, let her do whatever she wants."

……

The next two days.

Feng Baobao's life in the barracks was frighteningly routine.

She eats on time every day, and after eating, she takes a stroll around the house to aid digestion.

I'm tired from walking around.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, staring blankly at the air vent above her head.

Or they could lie on the glass wall and observe the guards' shift changes outside.

She discovered.

This group of people will conduct a strict rotation every day at 6:00 AM, 12:00 PM, and 8:00 PM.

The man wearing the strange compass would appear in the corridor at 2:30 every afternoon and watch her through the glass for a while.

"That door had two locks, and it must have been opened with some kind of swipe."

Feng Baobao was drawing a topographical map of the sinkhole in her mind.

"The air from the vent is blowing inwards, which means it must be connected to the mountains and forests outside."

She calculated all possible escape routes and finally came to a very simple conclusion:

With my thin arms and legs, I absolutely cannot defeat those hundreds of guns outside.

"We need to find an opportunity to get them to open the door."

Feng Baobao stroked her chin, her thoughts clear.

On the evening of the third day.

The bottom of the sinkhole was still brightly lit, but the atmosphere in the air had become noticeably tense and oppressive.

The footsteps outside became more frequent.

Around the red torii gate, several Onmyoji dressed in ceremonial robes were setting something up.

A large number of red silk threads were stretched in mid-air, with paper figures hanging from them.

Feng Baobao stood in front of the glass.

Seeing the commotion outside, he knew his days of "enjoying life" were coming to an end.

Just then.

The heavy metal door of the barracks beeped as it unlocked.

"Click".

The door was pushed open.

Kenji Tsuchimikado walked in with two fully armed soldiers.

Today he changed into an extremely solemn, even somewhat elaborate, pure white sacrificial robe.

He was holding a tray in his hands.

On top was a neatly folded silk coat.

"Young lady, have you been enjoying the food these past few days?"

Kenji Tsuchimikado looked at Feng Baobao, his attitude remaining gentle.

"It's alright."

Feng Baobao nodded and gave her advice very honestly:

"The vegetables were a bit bland; it would be even better if we could provide a dipping sauce of dried chili peppers."

Kenji Tsuchimikado smiled slightly and did not dwell on the topic.

He handed the tray to the female adjutant behind him.

"Change into this outfit."

He looked at Feng Baobao, his gaze becoming somewhat deep.

"Tonight, you will be reborn. You will bid farewell to this mortal body and become a great god. This is the glory you have earned over many lifetimes."

Feng Baobao did not go to pick up the clothes.

She looked at the bright red silk dress.

"Uncle."

Feng Baobao stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes revealing a serious stubbornness.

"What kind of ritual is this? Are you trying to shove something else into my head?"

Kenji Tsuchimikado was taken aback.

Clearly, no one expected that this girl could summarize the core of the séance ritual in such simple terms.

"That's one way to understand it. But that's a deity, a gift."

"I do not believe."