A look of shock flashed across Xu Jinhuan's eyes. Had she temporarily gained the power of a god?

Moreover, she discovered that since possessing her own divine tablet, the sense of urgency that had always been watched by the Heavenly Dao had disappeared.

Does that mean this is an area that Heaven cannot interfere with?

Thinking of this, Xu Jinhuan's eyes lit up, and then he looked at the little boy who was still kneeling and praying earnestly.

If they are gods, how can they not help their believers?

Xu Jinhuan's lips curled into a sly smile as he prepared to test the power of faith contained within the wooden plaque.

"Come here."

The little boy was kowtowing earnestly when he suddenly heard someone speak. He was startled and instinctively looked left and right, trying to find the person who spoke.

But there was no one else in the dilapidated house except for himself.

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating because I'm worried about my mother's illness?" The little boy scratched his head in confusion, then knelt down respectfully and began to pray again.

"Good God, I was not paying attention just now. Please don't be angry. Please bless my mother with good health and safety. I would even be willing to shorten my lifespan by ten years."

The little boy's innocent face was full of seriousness. After saying this, he kowtowed again with great force.

Xu Jinhuan could feel that, along with the little boy's prayers, the power of faith within her was slowly increasing, proving that her earlier guess was correct.

Therefore, Xu Jinhuan asked in a gentle tone.

"Are you really willing to trade ten years of your life for your mother's health?"

The little boy looked up in surprise when he heard the voice. "So it wasn't a hallucination? Who are you? Are you a ghost? Can you really cure my mother's illness?"

My mother is very ill. The doctor said that even if we found a miracle doctor, they might not be able to cure her. My mother was trying to lie to me, but I overheard everything from outside the door.

After the little boy finished speaking, he lowered his head, and large tears streamed down his face.

“I’m so afraid that my mother will leave me. If I could really cure my mother and keep her healthy, I would be willing to give up ten years of my life.”

Xu Jinhuan continued to ask, "Even if you only have one year left to live?"

Upon hearing this, the little boy forgot to shed tears. He looked up at the empty, dilapidated house, his body trembling slightly, and asked, "Do I only have one year left to live?"

Xu Jinhuan replied, "That's right, to be precise, it's been less than a year."

After a moment of thought, the little boy seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, but his eyes were still full of sadness.

“My Lord, I am willing to make the exchange. I want my mother to be healthy and beautiful again. I know that I have been a burden to my mother all these years.”

The aunties and older women around me always said that with my mother's looks, if it weren't for me, she could have become a proper wife in an ordinary family, even if she didn't become a concubine in a wealthy family.

So, without me, my mother can start a new life again…

The little boy's voice grew softer and softer. At the end, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and patted his chest as if to encourage himself.

Then he clenched his little fist, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the empty space ahead. "Lord of the Demons, please help me! I am willing to give up ten years of my life!"

Xu Jinhuan looked at the child in front of him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. If using divine power to help such a good child was not a waste.

"Alright, I agree to treat your mother, but the condition is not your lifespan."

The little boy looked bewildered after hearing this. "What do you need? I don't think I can afford anything else besides my life. We don't have anything of value in our family."

Xu Jinhuan smiled and said, "Then you can pay off your debt yourself. From now on, you will be responsible for the sanitation and sacrifices in this place, as well as guiding more believers."

"Huh?" The little boy looked up at the wooden plaque on the altar in surprise. He stammered, "Could it be that you are not a ghost or a god, but a benevolent god?"

Xu Jinhuan chuckled and teased, "Of course, no matter how bold a ghost is, it wouldn't dare to enter a temple where incense is offered."

"Child, if you keep asking, you'll delay your mother's treatment."

Upon hearing this, the little boy immediately abandoned his curiosity and ran out without looking back, shouting as he ran.

"Good God, I'll go fetch my mother first, and then I'll apologize to you later!"

Xu Jinhuan shook his head and chuckled. This child was young, but he was quite polite.

This made her very curious about what kind of person the child's mother was, that she could raise such a young child so well.

About fifteen minutes later, Xu Jinhuan heard hurried footsteps and soft voices.

"Mother, hang in there a little longer, we'll be there soon."

"Jin'er... cough cough cough, what happened... cough cough cough... why did you have to drag me here in the middle of the night?"

The mother and son walked into the dilapidated house where Xu Jinhuan was, talking as they went.

Just as the child had said, the young woman was indeed a stunning beauty. Even though she looked haggard and her clothes were worn out, her charm was still undeniable, and she was even more captivating than before.

However, such an overly beautiful appearance is not always a good thing for ordinary people.

A hint of curiosity and admiration flashed in Xu Jinhuan's eyes. She was curious about how this young woman managed to protect herself and her child in this chaotic slum.

After being pulled into the dilapidated house by her son, the young woman looked around in confusion and asked him, "Jin'er, is this a small temple built for that benevolent god? Why did you bring your mother here?"

After the young woman finished speaking, she still looked somewhat wary. She subconsciously walked in front of the little boy and reached out to protect the child behind her.

"Jin'er, cough cough cough, tell your mother the truth, did someone force you to bring your mother here in the middle of the night?"

The little boy, You Jiangjin, looked at his mother in confusion. "No, Mother, I brought you here to get treatment. Don't worry, he will definitely be able to cure you."

Upon hearing the words "treat illness," the woman's muscles tensed.

She knew her physical condition best; it was beyond medical help. Even if she encountered a legendary physician like Hua Tuo, it was uncertain how long her life could be extended, let alone cured.

Therefore, the young woman was even more convinced that this was a scam. She looked around warily, like a mother tiger ready to fight anyone to protect her cubs.

"come out!"

"You dare to trick me into coming here, but you don't dare to come out?" the young woman shouted.

She believes that instead of waiting passively, it's better to take the initiative, which might give the child a chance to survive.

"You were looking for me?"