"Mom..." Sang Que put down his chopsticks, his nose feeling sore.

Sang Wan smiled gently, "I have thought about it carefully these past few days. I am too cowardly. If it were your aunt who had such a bad temper, she would definitely support you as soon as you told her everything. She would even roll up her sleeves and lead you to kill everyone without any grievances."

"You have given up too much for me. You are obviously very talented in martial arts. If you hadn't stayed to take care of me, you should have participated in various training camps and shined on various sports fields."

"At worst, with your superhuman vision, it would be nice for you to take the test to become a pilot. It's also because of me that you were delayed for many days and put in danger of the evil spirit getting out of control. I'm sorry, mom is so selfish."

Sang Que shook her head. She had never thought of it that way.

"I have read the books and notes you brought back over and over again. Since we have all seen the hidden side of the world and cannot return to the peace of the past, we should not escape or muddle through anymore. We must prepare for a rainy day, so you should work hard to become stronger."

Sang Wan clenched her hands under the table, trying hard to keep smiling and suppressing all her worries and fears deep in her heart.

"Xiao Que, you should come to the study."

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"You are my only mother. Others have nothing to do with me." Sang Que's attitude remained firm.

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Sang Wan sighed, "I understand your feelings, but you are still young, in the middle school period as you often say. You are passionate and chivalrous. In your eyes, right is right and wrong is wrong. This is good."

Sang Wan laughed, "This means that you have the potential to be above the entire weird world, but it's too early to say that now. We can't do that with our abilities, so let's talk about something practical first."

Sang Wan slowly explained to Sang Que, "Based on the existing information, I guess that there are two kinds of power in that world, one is fear, and the other is willpower. The evil spirits that wantonly slaughter the people grow stronger by absorbing fear, while the gods (qí) who protect the people grow stronger by incense and willpower."

Sang Que excitedly grabbed Sang Wan's arm.

"There is one more thing I can help you with. It's about your heart lamp problem. Please turn to page 3 first."

Sangque opened his eyes wide, confused.

After dinner, Sangque cleared the table and the black cat began to patrol and rub around, leaving its scent on its future residence.

"Take a look at these, they should be useful to you."

"You told me before that the first layer of the Nine Nether Hell has 9 levels, the second layer has 99 levels, and the third layer has 999 levels. If there are no special changes later, the overall depth will exceed 1.1 billion levels by the ninth layer. The power of the Heart Lamp is provided by devout believers. One devout believer can equal one layer of the Nine Nether Hell. Do you know what this means?"

Sang Que's eyes lit up. Yes, why didn't she think of this before? If her mother wrote a book with her as the protagonist, then she wouldn't have to show up in public, right?

"Speaking of harmony," Sang Wan thought thoughtfully, "Does the restriction on supernatural novels and movies count as a kind of macro-control? In the end, these movies tell people that there are no ghosts, that they are either man-made or dreams, so that people no longer believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, and fundamentally erase the supernatural. Just like what Kou Yushan told you, some evil spirits disappeared because of oblivion."

"Don't look down on me as useless. I have never been a burden to your aunt before, and I won't be a burden to you now. Eat first, I'll go to the study and get something for you."

"Stop!" Sang Wan interrupted Sang Que, "I will try my best to write according to your real situation, and what I will write is everything you are experiencing now and what you will experience in the future. Only when the characters and events are more in line with you, these wishes can finally fall on you."

Sang Que took it and looked at it, and his eyes became brighter and brighter the more he looked at it.

Sang Wan nodded, "Let alone 1.1 billion people, with the rate of casualties in Black Mountain Village, I'm afraid even tens of millions of people would be in trouble. In other words, the most powerful god over there is at most at the level of the seventh level of the Nine Netherworld. But the point of what I'm saying is not the gods of that world, but you."

Sang Wan held onto the table and stood firm. "No need to help me. I can do it. Just eat."

"For the modern part, I will change it to a fictional China, blur out the relevant place names, change the seasons and time, and ensure that no one can find out our true location and identity. After all, safety comes first. But let me be frank, what I write may fail or be censored, and it will all be in vain in the end."

Sang Wan suppressed her worries and said, "I've said before that you can make your own decisions. Besides... don't you know your life experience? Don't you want to know what kind of people your biological parents who left you the money for warding off evil are like? Maybe they are still alive now, don't you want to meet them?"

"But when you have experienced the vicissitudes of life, seen all kinds of human life, and transformed from a teenager into an adult, you will understand the helplessness and compromise of adults, and discover the gray between black and white. I don't want to defend your biological parents. After all, I don't know the real reason why they abandoned you."

Sang Que stood by the table, watching Sang Wan limping and moving with difficulty towards the study, and his heart ached.

"If the population of the strange world does not exceed 1.1 billion, it is impossible for a god to possess the power corresponding to the ninth level of the Nine Netherworld."

Sang Que quickly turned to the third page, and the title was the two big words "Heart Lamp".

"Then you must write me as an all-round academic master. No romance plots. Best friends and teammates are OK. There are also face-slapping plots..."

"If we ignore other factors and only look at the population, the population of China is enough for you to have a heart lamp with the ninth level of the Nine Netherworld. Do you know what this means?" Sang Que murmured, "Does it mean that I can have a heart lamp with the ninth level of the Nine Netherworld?"

"Your mom has at least a million fans online, so I plan to write you into the book!"

In the study, Sang Wan was sweating and a little out of breath. He sat on a chair to rest and pushed a stack of A4 papers printed with something on the table in front of Sang Que.

Come to think of it, they discussed a lot of things together these days, but they were all subconsciously avoiding the most important talismanic coin, because she was wearing this ancient coin when she was picked up. Once the origin of the ancient coin was traced, her life experience would inevitably be unavoidable.

Sang Que nodded. It was indeed too exaggerated. How could she possibly make the people of the whole country believe in her?

All of this was information about the strange world that her mother had compiled and analyzed from her stories and Yan Daozi's books and notes, and there were many details that she hadn't noticed.

Sang Que was very concerned about things in the strange world and was willing to think about them. His brain was now more alert than when he was understanding classical Chinese.

“Here I come.”

Sang Que thought for a moment, "It seems to make sense, Mom, then... do you really agree that I can explore there again?"

Sang Wan patted the books and notes of Yan Daozi on the desk, indicating that these were all inferred from the books. This was the reason why the Xuan Dynasty did not allow the people to write books and biographies for others in private.

Among all the gods and Buddhas in the world, perhaps only the God of Wealth can do it!

Sang Wan stood up, but staggered. Sang Que quickly reached out to help him.

When Sang Wan suddenly revealed the matter, Sang Que realized that his mother had known about it all along.

"But I think you should judge whether they are right or wrong to abandon you after you fully understand the whole thing, rather than waiting until you understand it in the future and find that you have no chance to find out the truth and regret it."

Sang Que lowered her eyes and listened quietly. It would be a lie to say that she didn't care at all. After all, he was the one who gave birth to her and left her the talisman money that could travel between the two worlds. She would definitely be curious.

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Additional explanation: the level of the lower nine ghosts must match the level of the heart lamp to be safe. People who go to the lower nine ghosts will become mentally ill. The heart lamp is the medicine. Only when you take enough medicine can you be normal. It is easy to go to the lower nine ghosts. Just keep in touch with ghosts and absorb the power of ghosts. It is difficult to strengthen the heart lamp. You need to believe in incense.

(End of this chapter)