Grandma Taught Me How to Be a Goddess

My name is Chen Wanxing, and my grandma is a famous goddess from all over the country. When she was nearing the end of her life, she did two things: First, he gave me the Qingdeng Empress who had been worshiped for fifty years. The second is to teach me to recognize all the "dirty things" she has saved her whole life. "The pendant is hot, which means a visitor has arrived. The light is blood red, which means it is a ghost seeking death. If you feel it is freezing... Xing'er, run, and don't look back." From high school to college, I used this "supernatural dashboard" to deal with countless weird things beyond my cognition: The man combing his hair in the dormitory who never turns around, the midnight music looping in the piano room, the silenced shadow in the well of the old house... I help people, and the immortal family also helps me. But the price I paid was that my hair turned green and fell out one by one. Grandma said it was "spiritual growth." Until I saw an illustration depicting the "Green Lantern Festival" in an ancient book in the university library: On the altar, a girl's hair was braided into a wick, burning with green fire. The small words on the side annotate: "Choose those who are pure in body and mind as lamps, and use obsession as oil to achieve long-lasting light." I touched my newly grown green hair. The pendant under the collarbone, for the first time, sent me a burning warning.