There was a hint of shock in Xu Jinhuan's eyes. Was she briefly possessing the power of a god?

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

Does that mean that this is an area where the Heavenly Dao cannot intervene?

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

Since he is a god, how can he not help his believers?

Xu Jinhuan raised a cunning arc at the corner of his mouth, ready to try the power of faith contained in the wooden sign.

"Come here."

The little boy was kowtowing seriously at this time. He was startled when he suddenly heard someone speaking here. He subconsciously looked left and right, trying to find the person who was speaking.

But there was no one else in this shabby house except himself.

"Could it be that I am hallucinating because I am 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 keep my mother healthy and safe, even if I have to shorten her life by ten years."

The little boy's childish face was full of seriousness, and after saying this he kowtowed hard again.

Xu Jinhuan could feel that with the little boy's prayers, the power of her faith was slowly increasing. It seemed that her previous guess was correct.

Therefore, Xu Jinhuan asked in a gentle tone.

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

The little boy raised his head in surprise after hearing the voice. "So it wasn't an illusion? Who are you? Are you a ghost? Can you really cure my mother's illness?

My mother is very ill, and the doctor said that even if we find a miracle healer, it may not be cured. My mother wanted to lie to me, but I stood outside the door and overheard everything. "

After the little boy finished speaking, he lowered his head and tears flowed from his eyes.

"I'm really afraid that my mother will leave me. If I can really cure my mother and keep her healthy, I'm willing to sacrifice ten years of my life."

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

After hearing this, the little boy forgot to shed tears. He looked up at the empty house and asked with a trembling body, "I only have one year to live?"

Xu Jinhuan replied: "Yes, to be exact, it's less than a year."

After thinking for a moment, the little boy seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose. However, his eyes were still full of sadness.

"Master Ghost, then I am willing to make the exchange. I want my mother to be healthy and beautiful again. I know I have been a burden to her over the years.

The aunts and elder sisters around me always said that with my mother's beauty, if it weren't for me, even if she didn't become a mistress in a wealthy family, she could at least become the wife of an ordinary family.

So, after I am gone, mother can start a new life again..."

The little boy's voice became smaller and smaller. At the end he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and patted his chest as if to cheer himself up.

Then he clenched his fists, looking at the empty space ahead with sparkling eyes, "Master Ghost, please help me. I am willing to sacrifice ten years of my life!"

Xu Jinhuan looked at the child in front of him, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. If he used his divine power to help such a good child, it would not be a waste.

"Okay, I agree to save your mother, but the condition is not your life span."

The little boy looked confused after hearing this. "What do you need? I can't afford anything else except my life, and there is nothing valuable in our house."

Xu Jinhuan smiled and said, "Then use yourself to pay off the debt. From now on, you will be responsible for the sanitation and sacrifice of this place, as well as guiding more believers."

"Ah?" The little boy looked up at the wooden sign on the altar in surprise. He stuttered, "Could it be that you are not a ghost, but a kind god?"

Xu Jinhuan laughed and joked, "Of course, no matter how bold the ghost is, it won't dare to enter a temple with incense burning.

My child, if you keep asking, it will delay your mother's treatment."

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

"Good God, I will go get my mother first and then I will apologize to you later!"

Xu Jinhuan shook his head and laughed. Although the child was young, he was very polite.

This also made her very curious about what kind of person the child's mother was, who could teach a child so young so well.

After about a quarter of an hour, Xu Jinhuan heard hurried footsteps and soft voices.

"Mom, hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon."

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

As the mother and son were talking, they walked into the shabby house where Xu Jinhuan was.

This young woman was truly a beauty just as the child had said. Even though her face was haggard and her clothes were tattered, her charm was still there and she looked even more charming.

However, this overly good-looking appearance is sometimes not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people.

A hint of curiosity and admiration flashed in Xu Jinhuan's eyes. She was somewhat 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 said to her son, "Jin'er, is this a small temple built for the good god? Why did you bring me here?"

After the young woman finished speaking, there was still a hint of vigilance on her face. She subconsciously walked to the little boy and stretched out her hand to protect the child behind her.

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

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

When she heard the word "cure", the woman's muscles tensed.

She knew her physical condition best, and knew that there was no cure. Even if she met a miracle doctor like Hua Tuo, he might not be able to extend her life, let alone cure her.

Therefore, the young woman believed that this was a scam even more. She looked around vigilantly, like a tigress who was ready to fight with anyone at any time to protect her cubs.

"come out!"

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

She believes that instead of waiting passively, it is better to take the initiative, which may give the child a glimmer of hope.

"You looking for me?"