When Fang Yuan received this 【Blessing】, she simply found it interesting.
A very interesting 【Blessing】.
To make a lie come true, to make everyone believe it, what's the simplest way? It's to play it openly.
Not openly revealing the 【Blessing】 itself, but openly stating the lie.
She chose four in the morning, when no one was around, to climb the unfinished Baoyuan Building.
The Baoyuan Building stood in the center of the commercial street, surrounded by shops that closed by ten at night.
After ten, only a few scattered pedestrians remained.
At four in the morning, it was deserted.
Standing on the rooftop, she decided to jump.
As long as she successfully deceived herself, her survival rate in the 【God Selection】 would greatly increase.
After all, the ability to die and resurrect was quite effective.
If she couldn't win, she'd just die.
So she looked left and right, meticulously checking the surroundings back and forth.
No one.
Then, she extended both hands, pressing her palms firmly against either side of her head, her middle finger brushing across the ring on her thumb.
She had learned that during her time wandering, from a homeless man who claimed to make people voluntarily hand over money through hypnosis.
It was quite effective.
At least she'd used the hypnosis technique he taught her to hypnotize him in return and taken all his money.
He supposedly had another technique called something like 'sycophant art,' but she didn't care for that, so she hadn't bothered to trick him into teaching her.
He should be dead now.
It's better if he's dead.
The rustling sound of the ring lingered in her ears as Fang Yuan mumbled, beginning her self-hypnosis and deception.
Finally, she flung her arms wide and plummeted straight down.
Splat—
Flesh splattered, indistinct.
She opened her eyes on another street.
Turning the corner of the street, she saw her own mangled corpse.
Good.
A quick anonymous post—a God Candidate jumped from a building but resurrected, suspected to be a God of War Candidate.
And while she was at it, she'd buy some promotion to ensure as many people as possible saw the message.
She took a photo of her mangled self and left before five o'clock.
A little after five, the auntie who lived next door, who liked wearing reddish-brown plaid shirts, would cross this street to go to the wet market.
She would definitely see her corpse.
Even if not her, someone else would see it.
Then it would spread from ten to a hundred, and coupled with her online posts, it would quickly trend.
After that, a report would be filed, the corpse would go to the Inspectorate, and she conveniently needed to visit the Inspectorate.
However, when she went to burn the body, the two Inspectors she encountered seemed to be new, and she couldn't get any information from them.
So, she'd just burn the body first and have some fun.
Information spread truly fast online; by the time she'd finished burning one corpse, Candidates were already looking for her.
This would further solidify the truth of her possessing a 【Blessing】 that allowed resurrection.
She hadn't expected more than one Candidate.
Perfect. Thankfully, she'd been kind enough to bring this Inspector lady along; otherwise, with only three people present, her lie would have been difficult to actualize.
She wouldn't bet that an Inspector would truly believe she had more than one 【Blessing】, so she used hypnosis on her too.
The effect was outstanding.
Now, the news of her having two 【Blessings】 was probably public knowledge.
Fang Yuan placed the urn back under the portrait of the deceased, lit three new incense sticks, and inserted them.
Blood had already flowed to her feet.
“Sorry, Grandma, the floor's a bit dirty. I forgot to clean it, I'll do it now.”
As she spoke, she reached out, pulled the shovel free, and took it to the bathroom to rinse it.
Jiang Qiehuo, on the other end of the earpiece, had an ominous premonition after hearing the sound of a heavy object falling. She held her breath, afraid Fang Yuan would notice the earpiece.
It was dark outside; the streetlights barely illuminated Fang Yuan's house.
Jiang Qiehuo sat in a second-floor room opposite Fang Yuan's house, cautiously observing through a gap in the curtains.
The light came on.
Fang Yuan turned on the light.
Her curtains weren't blackout; her body, silhouetted against the curtains by the light, appeared to be bending over, dragging something.
And in her hand, she held a long, unknown object.
Jiang Qiehuo abruptly pressed off the earpiece.
She dared not listen any longer, fearing Fang Yuan would discover her presence and come to kill her with the shovel.
Actually, she had seen Fang Yuan return.
Upon seeing Fang Yuan hear the commotion inside, she had then circled around to the back window.
At that moment, she was trembling with excitement.
In truth, she hadn't put any phantasmic incense on the sofa or doorknob; she'd just said that casually to stabilize Meng Ying.
She wanted Meng Ying to die.
She really wanted Meng Ying to die!
Why should an adopted daughter be able to snatch away her parents' love?
She was just a child her parents brought back from an orphanage after a trip out; why should her parents love her more?
Love her more than their own biological daughter?!
Why?!
So she used phantasmic incense on her parents.
Within the illusory dream, she learned the truth.
So she was the adopted daughter?
It turned out Meng Ying was their biological daughter, lost for years, and they had adopted her out of grief for their lost daughter, claiming she was their own...
And now their biological daughter was back, they had to compensate her for the lost love.
And she had to share everything she had gained with her!
Why?
Why had she also become a God Candidate?
Since you wouldn't tell me the truth, that's fine. As long as Meng Ying is dead, I'm still the only daughter.
Whether it's grief, self-reproach, or guilt...
Whatever the reason you bestowed this love upon me, it doesn't matter.
As long as this love is mine alone, that's enough.
Jiang Qiehuo pulled the curtains shut and tiptoed out of the room, out of this street.
Fang Yuan, holding a mop and cleaning the traces on the floor, caught a glimpse of the hurried departing figure outside the gap in the curtains.
That must be Meng Ying's associate.
The God of Illusory Dreams Candidate.
She hadn't seen the person when she was under the illusion earlier, so presumably it was through some medium that people were drawn into the illusory dream.
She had touched everything in her house, snapped her fingers until they were sore, but never entered an illusory dream.
It turned out to be proxy murder all along.
Fang Yuan glanced at the corpse she'd put in a waterproof bag, then lowered her head and continued working with renewed vigor.
Later, she'd take another trip to the cemetery. She'd arrange a roommate for Li Baiyuan, so they'd have company and not be lonely.
Thinking this, she worked with even greater energy.
By the time she had thoroughly cleaned the bloodstains from the room, the time had already reached three in the morning.
She hoisted Meng Ying's corpse onto her shoulder, and the moment she pulled open the door, she met Wang Wei's gaze.
Wang Wei: “...”
She held a gun in her hand.
Wang Wei: “Someone reported a murder here.”
Fang Yuan blinked, then held out the corpse on her shoulder.
“Right here.”
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