Touching, kneeling, praying—devout believers always hope to achieve their desires in this way. But while idols can be toppled, faith cannot necessarily be eradicated.

If the Queen wants to prevent this from happening, the best course of action is for those who still remember the old faith to die early.

After all, nothing is more reliable than death.

Sheh observed the stones below, most of which were buried in the soil. She asked Shi Jinzhe to move them aside with his hands, and it was clear that the stones had been soaked in mud.

Fifty years old is the stage when most ordinary people's bodies enter the aging process, and they are of little use to the Queen, which is why their lives age rapidly once they reach fifty.

The statues were knocked down quite some time ago, so if you want to ask about them, you should ask an older person.

After thinking it over, Shekh said, "We can go back now. Let's go find Goren and ask him about these two statues."

Pu Sheng honestly agreed with her, "It's too late, let's use speed-up items to get there, otherwise it will be dawn when we get back to District 4."

With no objections from the others, everyone began to hurry back.

Passing through the unbearable stench of District 17, they hadn't gone far when they heard a girl sobbing.

A young woman in her early twenties squatted in front of the dilapidated wall, wiping away tears as she spoke to a man and a woman opposite her.

"I don't want to get married. If I leave, who will take care of you?" she said angrily. "If I'm not here, when you and Mom die, the whole family will suffer."

Pu Sheng, who was hiding behind a tree, couldn't help but say, "She speaks so filially."

Yan Ruoying: "Don't speak yet, I can't hear you."

Pusheng: "Oh..."

On the main road ahead, the parents, who were earnestly urging their daughter to get married, were still saying, "You have the opportunity to leave here now, don't give up this opportunity, otherwise, after your father and I die, who will take care of you?"

"How can I not take care of myself if I don't get married? You say you'll only feel at ease if I get married? Do you think you'll come back to life and take care of me after I get married?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The mother, her face full of worry, slapped the girl's hand away. "Wouldn't it be better to marry into the Fourth District and enjoy wealth and luxury? Why stay here and be poor for the rest of your life?"

Under the moonlight, the girl with tears welling in her eyes raised her face and said, "Anyway, we'll all die eventually, so it doesn't matter. I don't want to leave you, and I don't want to marry an old man who's more than twenty years older than me."

Shekh was stunned when he saw her face. This girl looked a bit like the woman that Gao Lun had strangled to death yesterday.

Could it be that Gao Lun is going to marry her?

"Not marriage."

Shi Jinzhe seemed to know what she was thinking and explained, "The woman yesterday was a fake of Madam Mo, and so is she. And Cassian is still around. She is most likely being used by Gao Lun as a substitute who can't be seen in the light of day."

Shekh scoffed, "Disgusting. If her parents knew, would they still let her go?"

"You can ask." Shi Jinzhe suddenly grabbed her hand and stepped out from the shadows of the trees, startling the family of three.

The parents, whose faces bore the marks of time, immediately turned around and stood in front of the girl.

Another elderly couple, now they can ask about the idol.

Who are you?

The father pulled back and scanned the two men's clothes. The clothes were simple, but the fabric looked very good, indicating they weren't from this area.

Thinking of the wealthy businessman who wanted to marry his daughter, he asked nervously, "Are you from District Four?"

"Yes, I came to ask about something." Shi Jinzhe went along with his suggestion, his expression open and honest as if it were really true.

"Madam asked us to inform the three of you that she will be picking up your daughter tomorrow. She hopes that you can adjust your condition and not appear in public looking so bad."

The mother asked in confusion, "...Madam?"

Shi Jinzhe: "Yes, Lady Cassian."

Upon hearing the name Cassian, the mother covered her mouth, seemingly quite surprised.

"That's not Mr. Gao Lun's wife; the people who came to see us didn't say that..."

"You're wrong to think that way," Shi Jin interrupted her. "If I told you, would you still let your daughter marry into this family?"

The family of three across from them all shook their heads.

Shi Jinzhe: "That's right. But your daughter won't marry, and Mr. Gao Lun really likes her. So we have no choice but to do this. You should know that Mr. Gao Lun was unwilling to marry our lady at first, but our lady was deeply in love with him. In order to make him happy, she found many girls who looked like another lady, and your daughter was one of them."

"...The other lady, is it referring to Madam Mo?" The mother almost fell silent when she said the last three words, "Madam Mo."

“Of course.” Shi Jinzhe put his hand on Shehe’s shoulder. “Look, this one is the same, just like your daughter.”

"..."

Shech gracefully averted her gaze, her movements fluid yet conveying her disdain in no way.

She is now just a tool of Shi Jinzhe, a blind woman deceived by him during the day, and a display of his swindling and deception at night.

The girl carefully stepped forward and stood side by side with her father. She glanced at Shehe for a few moments, then her gaze shifted to Shi Jinzhe.

He then hesitated before speaking, "Her face was obscured, so I couldn't see clearly. However, I had the honor of meeting Madam Mo once seven or eight years ago. The only resemblance between us is in our face shape. But you..."

She said to Shi Jinzhe, "She has a similar temperament to you."

Shi Jinzhe and Shehe turned their heads at the same time and spoke in unison.

"Looks like him?"

"Like me?"

The girl stammered, taken aback by their reactions, "...They don't look alike, but at first glance, they seem somewhat similar..."

Even though it was the middle of the night, Shi Jinzhe was still full of energy.

"How much do you remember about Madam Mo? Please tell me everything, and if you tell me the truth..." Shi Jinzhe used his points to exchange for a pair of gemstone bracelets for the family. "These are yours."

"...No need. I only met her once. It was when the Queen issued a new decree. She came to the capital from the frozen port, only showed herself once, and then went back. So don't have too high expectations."

Shekh rarely softened his attitude towards humans, saying, "It's alright, just tell me what you remember."

Facing their intense gazes, the girl was a little scared. "I remember she didn't seem to be in good health, her face was very pale, and... her hair was very long, almost dragging on the ground. She was tall and thin, and because she always wore all black, everyone called her Madam Mo. But I felt she didn't seem very happy." The girl's voice softened as she quietly asked her parents, "Can I tell you this?"

Shi Jinzhe hurriedly asked, "Is her health very poor?"

“She was really bad. She kept coughing, and…” The girl glanced up, recalling the past, “She did everything so slowly, like she couldn’t move her body.”

"Was Madam Mo living in Frozen Harbor from the very beginning?"

“No, I remember that,” the mother said. “Mrs. Mo and Mr. Gao Lun were very close a long time ago, but one day she suddenly left the capital city for Frozen Harbor and has been living there ever since.”

"When did she leave, and for how long?"

The girl's mother replied, "About twenty-six or twenty-seven years."

Shi Jinzhe turned on the flashlight. "She doesn't look like me, does she?"

The girl compared them and hummed in agreement, "You two don't look alike at all now."

Upon hearing this, Shi Jinzhe had found his answer.

When players enter the instance world, if they have a specific role, the faces seen by the natives are illusions; only the players can see the true faces.

However, one's true nature cannot be hidden; the differences between players and genuine natives will always be revealed unintentionally.

So, Mrs. Mo, Mrs. Mo...

She is very likely Bai Weishuang.