Don't Make Any Noise. I'm Standing Firm in the Stone.

[Incense becomes a god] + [fantasy imagination] + [no CP] + [system] + [unit story] On a thunderstorm night, my concubine Qingqing was struck by a bolt of lightning into a ruined temple. The temple is rotten, the incense is cold, and the statues are dirtier than my face. What's even more embarrassing is that the system told me: This place has not been in a trance for hundreds of years. The sky is about to collapse, evil spirits are running everywhere, and demons and ghosts are using people as a buffet. And my concubine Qingqing, the only "god", only has three believers at the beginning: an old woodcutter, a young hunter, and a snake with amnesia. They said that the offerings were only wild fruits. OK! There has been no God for hundreds of years, right? I'll come. Evil spirits are rampant, right? I kill. Heaven is broken, right? I - come - when. From then on, the incense burned in the ruined temple in the mountains, and a black flag collected thousands of souls. Seven years later, all souls trembled and all living beings bowed their heads.