If this was just an ordinary statue, then that would really pain his heart.
For a moment, Song Shuhang’s brain twitched, and he wanted to say to the statue: Little White, when your hair…
Fortunately, right before he did so, his reasoning suppressed his urge to seek death.
“Almighty Senior White, please help me.” In the end, Song Shuhang just silently made a prayer before turning to leave the Celestial God Temple.
He decided to simply come back at the end of the month, which was when Senior White was supposed to leave his seclusion.
Now, during this month, what should he do?
Should he go and visit the ‘Ghost Lamp Temple’? That was where he and Soft Feather found their first ghost spirits, making it another very important place in his life.
Perhaps at this moment, both ghost spirits were still there. However, without Soft Feather, even if he did find the ‘Ghost Lamp Temple’, he wouldn’t be able to make contact with the ghost spirits.
So how about going around Lin Yao Village?
Song Shuhang still remembered that when Senior White was about to leave his seclusion, his strange charm had been so uncontrollable that after it leaked a little bit, it ended up with his statue being snatched away… Song Shuhang remembered that it was a young man who snatched the statue. That ‘special event’ could also possibly be the key to breaking the game.
“Wait, that’s it.” Song Shuhang patted his head.
There were still over 30 days left before Senior White left his seclusion, so that ‘fatal charm’ of Senior White had not yet begun to show while he was closed up. This could be why he couldn’t see the image of Senior White’s real figure when he was looking at the statue.
That should be what had happened.
Then, should I take advantage of this one month’s time to stroll around the Ghost Lamp Temple, and if I don’t find anything, come back here?
“Senior White, wish me all the best.” Song Shuhang felt as if he had figured out the key point to this game.
He strode out of the temple.
At this time, there was a chaotic sound outside the Celestial God Temple.
Four small trucks suddenly drove over.
A young man jumped out of the car.
Behind him were more than 60 strong men with big arms and waists.
The young man shouted, “Come on, dig out the statue of the Celestial God for me! Be careful not to damage the statue!”
This scene gave him a feeling of deja vu.
“???” Song Shuhang.
Wait, isn’t it just June 2nd today? It should still be a good while before Senior White leaves his seclusion, so why is this already happening?
Could it be… Has this virtual world disrupted the timing of all events?
If he had gone by his memory and came here on the 30th, would the Celestial God statue have long been taken away?
While Song Shuhang was in thought, those 60 large men had already rushed into the Celestial God Temple with their tools. Then, under the curses and resistance of the people there, they forcibly dug out the Celestial God statue.
A forklift drove over and carried the Celestial God statue away before rushing into a transport truck outside.
The whole event went as smoothly as running clouds and flowing water.
“Wait!” Song Shuhang ran up.
“Young man, don’t make trouble.” A strong man stood in front of Song Shuhang, his muscles bulging.
Behind the strong man, a person shouted, “Don’t waste time. We need to hurry and leave.”
Song Shuhang glanced at this young man.
The other party’s gaze was filled with confidence as he gazed at Shuhang.
Song Shuhang sighed, “I said…”
“Take that guy as well. For some reason, I find him particularly pleasing to the eye!” the young man said with a big wave of his hand.
“???” Song Shuhang.
What do you mean by ‘particularly pleasing to the eye’?!
After a while, Song Shuhang was captured by several big guys and taken into a small truck.
At first, he wanted to resist.
But when he thought about it, he’d originally been troubled with how he was going to meet up with this ‘Young Master Gu’, but now he was suddenly being taken away by the other party, so it wasn’t all that bad.
Therefore, Song Shuhang was very cooperative, and let them take him away.
The small truck drove very quickly, and soon arrived at a mansion that Song Shuhang was familiar with.
The heavy steel door at the entrance of the mansion made Song Shuhang fall into his memories—to think that he had been so weak that he couldn’t even open these doors back then.
A large guy shouted, “Not good, Young Master Gu. The young lady is sitting in front of the door, waiting for us. She looks very angry. She might know what we have just gone out to do.”
“Ah? How did she find out that we went out to dig out the statue? Who told her?” At this time, Young Master Gu no longer had the spirited front he had back at the Celestial God Temple, appearing quite weak to others.
The large guy smiled bitterly, and said, “We brought over 60 people out this time, and our movements were rather loud. It is impossible for the young lady not to have noticed.”
Young Master Gu shouted, “Hurry up and cover the statue of the Celestial God with a cloth first.”
The large guy prompted, “We also brought back a young man with us this time.”
Young Master Gu anxiously said, “Put him unconscious first, then put a mask on him or something like that to cover him.”
Song Shuhang said, “Wait, we can have a good discussion— f*ck.”
Before he could finish speaking, he felt his body soften and his consciousness blur.
Before falling unconscious, Song Shuhang saw a large man pull out a bumpy mask and put it on his face.
“…” Song Shuhang.
When Song Shuhang regained consciousness, he found that only a pair of shorts was left on him as he lay flat on a stone table.
And there was a cold, itchy sensation on his body.
“???” Song Shuhang.
Just what kind of story is unfolding right now?
As soon as he turned his head, he saw a pale-skinned girl sitting in a wheelchair. She had a palette in her left hand, and a paintbrush in her right hand as she seriously drew something on his body.
Song Shuhang tried to sit up abruptly, but found that he didn’t have any strength in his body and couldn’t move.
“Don’t move,” the pale girl said with a serious face.
Song Shuhang sighed, and said, “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
As he spoke, he noticed that he was still wearing the mask on his face.
The pale-skinned girl seriously said, “Please let me finish painting first, Mr. Benefactor.”
At the corner of Song Shuhang’s mouth, a smile finally appeared—the key to breaking the game was actually here.
This pale-skinned girl in a wheelchair was Young Master Gu’s younger sister.
She was in a strange state right now.
But her strangeness was exactly what Song Shuhang wanted.
The girl comforted him, “Don’t worry. I have painted dozens of times in my dream, and I’m sure that I’ll be able to paint successfully this time.”
“…” Song Shuhang.
While seriously painting on Song Shuhang’s body, the young lady slowly said, “Ever since five months ago, after meeting Benefactor, my body began to recover day by day. About half a month later, I got up from the wheelchair, and became able to walk on my own.”
Song Shuhang listened without saying a word.
In his mind, he recalled his memories of this scene.
Back then, when he and Doudou were bringing back Senior White’s statue, before leaving, Doudou suddenly asked him to give the girl in a wheelchair a drop of ‘body tempering liquid’ to form a favorable fate with her.
When consuming body tempering liquid, it would feel very irritating to one’s body. Even young people with strong vitality had to be cautious when taking body tempering liquid.
At that time, the young girl was sitting in a wheelchair with a sickly appearance, looking like she wouldn’t be able to handle the medicinal effects of ‘body tempering liquid’ at all.
However, Doudou insisted on Song Shuhang giving her a drop of body tempering liquid.
At the time, Song Shuhang wondered whether this girl was called ‘Chu Chu’.
Doudou described this as a ‘huge good deed’.
At that time, just what did Doudou see?
The girl continued, “Afterward, every few days, I would have a dream. In those dreams, I would be taught how to draw various tattoo designs on the human body, and the designs were different each time. After each dream, I would feel very tired.”
Could this girl have activated the ‘Learning God System’ and learned some arts?
Cough, actually, it should be something like a bloodline inheritance.
“In this way, I drew for more than two months. Before, whenever I had the dream, I would draw patterns on an ancient altar; but today’s dream was strange, during this dream I found that the one being tattooed became my Benefactor. Hmm, I’m done.” The girl put down the palette and the brush and nodded with satisfaction.
Song Shuhang asked, “What did you paint on me?”
With her eyes squinted, the girl smiled. “Of course it’s a tattoo. I improved it myself by following the tattoo in my previous dream.”
“…” Song Shuhang.
The girl suddenly said, “Eh, my master has called for me.”
Song Shuhang responded, “Huh?”
“My master is a good friend of Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue, the Ancient Witch Lady Elise. Elise is her sound name, the equivalent of your daoist name or dharma name. Benefactor, I have also come into contact with this world.” The corner of the girl’s mouth rose. “One day, when I finish my apprenticeship, I hope to get a chance to meet you, Benefactor.”
With that, she thought for a moment before slowly stretching out her hand to take off Song Shuhang’s mask.
But midway, she stopped her hand. “Hmm, what I’ll see if I take off your mask in this dream would be fake in a way. Benefactor’s true face, I’ll wait until I’m able to see it in reality.”
In a dream? Is she dreaming right now?
“It’s time to wake up from the dream.” She clapped her palms gently. “I really hope to meet Benefactor in the real world. It’s a pity, though. If Benefactor hadn’t worn that toy mask back then, I would have been able to know your true appearance. How great that would’ve been. That would have also made it a lot easier for me to find you, and repay you, fulfilling one of my wishes.”
“…” Song Shuhang.
I should be happy that I didn’t show you my true face at this time. Otherwise, the tall image of your ‘benefactor’ might be crushed in your heart.
While he was in thought, the girl in front of him suddenly raised her head, leaned in the wheelchair, and fell asleep.
Song Shuhang also regained his mobility.
He slowly got up from the stone table and looked around.
It seemed that this was a huge studio, which should be the place where the girl usually painted.
His clothes were by the side.
Besides that, there was also a mirror.
Song Shuhang picked up his clothes and went to the mirror, wanting to see what the girl had drawn on him.
Then, he saw a huge… two-dimensional code pattern.
Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes.
It was a QR code—there was no mistaking it.
Didn’t you say that it was a tattoo? Why does it look exactly like a QR code?
After a while…
Song Shuhang took out his mobile phone, and tried to scan the QR code.