There is no moon in the sky, and a long night is coming.
God feeds on wishes, and when people make vows, they become debts. Three thousand years ago, an old god was expelled for disobedience and was charged with "treason against the gods." What was left behind was an account book full of 3,600 unfulfilled wishes.
In the border town of Nihe Town, on the night when Pei Zhao, a young temple guardian, was praying for the vigil of the old temple, the lamp of the ruined temple was not extinguished but turned on. There was a translucent "person" sitting in the flame of the lamp.
The first sentence the other party spoke was not to pass on skills, but to turn over accounts:
"Three thousand six hundred strokes will be on your mind from now on."
From then on, Pei Zhao was in debt to the gods:
The ghosts who steal babies must be ferried away, the souls of shipwrecks must be sent away, and the unfinished monuments must be destroyed. For every wish, a lamp must be lit; for every ghost that is crossed, a heart will be saved.
He thought it was over.
Until I found out that no one has paid back these three thousand years' wishes. It's not a natural disaster, but someone is eating it:
Willing becomes a tax, God becomes an official, and even the kingdoms of heaven are burned out of the wishes of thousands of people.
It wasn't until the last stroke that he saw clearly - the final wish on the ledger, which contained only five words:
"May this child live."
And that child was right next to him.
[Wish flow + god system + unit drama Zhiguai] One-on-one votives understand people's hearts, one story at a time, and a world that becomes brighter and brighter with each passing day.
