Wish Woman III

Zhang Rongfang had a dream.

A very strange, bizarre dream.

He dreamed that he fell from the sky and landed on the ground, creating a large crater.

Everything around was burning, roaring, and shattering.

Then the scene shifts, and he becomes a Wooden Puppet, living in a Western-style villa, sleeping inside a clock on the roof.

When he arrives on time, he pushes open the door from the wooden cavity beneath the clock and makes a cooing sound.

I thought this kind of life would never change, until one day...

A little girl with black hair and black eyes, dressed in a gorgeous silk dress, takes herself out from the bottom of the clock.

"You're so cute, we look alike."

She sleeps with herself in her arms every day and wipes herself with special oils to maintain her health.

Until one day, the girl's parents got into an argument. They argued fiercely, seemingly about the little girl.

Finally, the father took a knife, slashed the mother to the ground, and then, with tears in his eyes, walked towards the little girl with the knife.

The girl did not resist; she simply hugged the Wooden Puppet and smiled at her father.

Puff.

The first blow landed on her head, cutting a huge gash.

The little girl fell to the ground, her eyes wide open, and with trembling hands, she stuffed the Wooden Puppet into her head.

Forcefully stuff it in through the opening at the top.

She was still smiling until her death.

The father, who had been carrying a knife, dropped it in tears, picked up the girl, and walked to her favorite grandfather clock, placing her against it.

Then, a pretty blue butterfly hair clip was gently placed in the girl's blood-soaked long hair, covering the wound with her hair so that she could still look cute.

After doing all this, the father plunged a knife into his own neck, knelt on the ground, and died quickly.

Whew! I took a deep breath.

Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes abruptly. He was still lying on the grass, but the grass around him had grown very tall and long.

They are like many trees, huge and straight, sharp as needles pointing towards the sky.

He raised his hand and found that his arm had turned into a grayish-brown wood, with obvious gaps at the joints.

"What is this?!" He was startled and quickly stood up straight, looking himself up and down.

There are gaps on the stomach, thighs, knees, ankles, and toes—all of them are gaps, and they are all made of wood!

Zhang Rongfang was greatly alarmed and quickly rushed forward, passing through patches of grass.

He quickly arrived at the stream beside the lawn.

He walked step by step to a puddle filled with clear water and looked at his reflection in the water.

The reflection in the water showed a black-haired Wooden Puppet with slender limbs, a smiling face, and eyes, nose, and mouth drawn with fine red lines.

His black hair was spread out haphazardly on his head, like dry weeds picked up from somewhere.

Zhang Rongfang reached out and grabbed at it, and found that quite a few pieces had fallen to the ground.

Shocked, he gently tapped his skin.

Boom boom boom.

A dull, thumping sound came from the wood.

It has no pain, no touch, and is a real Wooden Puppet.

Zhang Rongfang calmed down and recalled all the changes that had occurred during his last moment of unconsciousness.

And that absurd and bizarre dream.

'It seems this third Trait Talent is related to Wooden Puppet.'

He blinked and opened the Attribute Panel. His gaze fell on the newly appeared row of Trait Talent.

Trait Talent: 1 Dark Light Vision.

2. The Blood Ancestor.

3. Child Wish.

"Child Wish!?" Zhang Rongfang frowned and looked carefully at this option.

Generally, when he focuses his attention on the previous item, the Attribute Panel will provide a detailed explanation and annotation.

This time is no exception.

Soon, a parenthesis appeared after Child Wish, containing lines of small text explaining the situation.

' Child Wish: Obtain Wooden Puppet clone. As a Wooden Puppet, for each child's wish you fulfill, you will accumulate a Blue Butterfly that flies around you.'

Within the twelve-hour cycle of the Wish Bell's rotation, you can infinitely sacrifice yourself using Blue Butterfly. Each death consumes one Blue Butterfly.

Note: A child can only receive one Blue Butterfly. The Wish Bell stop normally, but once started, it will always complete its cycle. After the cycle is complete, all previously accumulated Blue Butterfly disappear, and children must start accumulating them again.

"Wooden Puppet, Blue Butterfly, Wish Bell?"

Zhang Rongfang read the description, he was immediately reminded of his previous dream. The connection between the Wooden Puppet, the girl, the clock, and the Blue Butterfly.

He frowned.

This Trait Talent is undoubtedly a rather complex ability.

It is at least much more complex than his other two Trait Talent.

It is clearly derived from the Wish Woman's own positioning and abilities.

"A limited form of immortality?" He pondered for a moment.

To survive, two conditions must be met.

First, you need Blue Butterfly. Second, you need to use it within the time frame during which the Wish Bell is spinning. Once the Wish Bell is started, it will continue spinning until the next cycle begins.

' The Blue Butterfly can only obtain the item by fulfilling children's wishes, and it must do so as Wooden Puppet. How to accomplish this is another question. We'll try it out after we get it.'

'The ability to die in someone else's place is probably also the wish of the girl in the dream. Is she exchanging the wishes of other children for her own?'

Zhang Rongfang vaguely sensed the hidden meaning within it.

There is no doubt that this is a very powerful ability.

Children's wishes can be big or small and simple; it all depends on luck.

But once the preliminary preparations are completed, he can obtain as many chances to die as the number of Blue Butterfly he accumulates during one cycle of the Wish Bell.

That's really strong!

Moreover, Zhang Rongfang raised his eyes and looked upwards.

Countless white mists drifted in the air. They were naturally drifting fog from the canyon.

But these ordinary fogs, in his current vision, sometimes revealed blurry human faces, like clouds gathering and dispersing, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

They cried, they laughed, they were frustrated, they were angry. These faces seemed to be immersed in their own unique worlds, unable to extricate themselves.

'In Wooden Puppet mode, even the perspective is different?'

Zhang Rongfang then looked at the Attribute Panel.

Sure enough. Under the first Trait Talent, Dark Light Vision, there was another line of explanatory text.

' Dark Light Vision (inanimate objects): Living things instinctively filter out all light that is harmful to them, only accepting a very small portion of the spectrum for vision. But inanimate objects do not.'

Embrace the boundless unknown.

'Does Dark Light Vision change depending on the body's condition?' This thought flashed through Zhang Rongfang's mind.

At this moment, a completely new and indescribable sense of wonder surged through his heart.

What appeared before him was a world completely different from what he had experienced before.

The Blood Ancestor was influenced by the Blood God, while the Child Wish ability was influenced by the Wish Woman.

In other words, these abilities may very well have originated from these Gods and Buddhas.

And what I'm experiencing now, is it the perspective of Gods and Buddhas?

Zhang Rongfang walked step by step to the stream and looked into it.

Below the current, deep within, one could vaguely make out the figure of a woman in a white dress and black hair, standing in the water, looking up at him.

Call!!

Suddenly, everything around them seemed to move.

A wave of dizziness washed over Zhang Rongfang. When he came to his senses, he found himself standing at the entrance to the Wish Woman Canyon.

His body also returned to its original human form.

The canyon was still shrouded in mist, but strangely, at this moment, the Poison Mist seemed to carry a strange sense of familiarity to him.

He could almost sense that the fog wouldn't harm him.

"I understand a little." Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment, then suddenly sat down cross-legged. He then remained quietly in place.

Not long after.

In the misty canyon, a small figure gradually approached from among the grass and rocks.

The figure emerged from the mist, revealing itself to be a small, brown wooden doll, no bigger than the palm of a hand.

The puppet walked up to Zhang Rongfang and stood still.

Then he reached out and picked it up, putting it in his pocket.

"It's over."

Zhang Rongfang smiled.

He could sense that the Wooden Puppet was merely a vessel, and he could replace Wooden Puppet with his own body at any time if he wished.

There seem to be no restrictions on controlling the distance.

In other words, this is an additional auxiliary ability that allows a consciousness to be separated at any time, attached to the Wooden Puppet, and communicate across distances.

In other words, this new talent, besides the ability to die in place of Worship God, also includes the ability to transform into Wooden Puppet at any time.

Moreover, the perspective from the Wooden Puppet state clearly offers a wide range of options for exploration.

He could use this to glimpse the special world belonging to the Gods and Buddhas.

"Interesting."

Zhang Rongfang glanced one last time at the direction where the fog was thickest, then turned back towards Wushan Prefecture instead of entering.

***The night was hazy, with a thin mist around the crescent moon, which diffused the moonlight into a hazy, veil-like haze.

Inside the main tent of King Muli's army camp.

Loud laughter from the crowd drifted out of the tents.

Inside the main tent.

All the major military commanders, except for those on inspection, were gathered here.

Seated in the main seat was King Mu Li, who was riding high on his success at the moment.

He was handsome and dignified. Despite having no martial arts skills, he sat next to the Spirit General Kexiwo without being intimidated in the slightest.

The two knelt as equals, and accepted all the toasts offered by the many generals in the tent, drinking bowl after bowl with gusto.

The rule against drinking in the military was not a big deal to these warriors.

"This time, thanks to His Lord Kexiwo and the Heavenly Artisan of the senior master Heavenly Artisan, we were able to successfully outmaneuver Yue Dewen. However, he has aged, and although our preparations this time were far more thorough than last time, he doesn't seem to be in the same condition as before," King Mu Li said with a smile.

"Even among Spirit General, there are differences between them." Kexiwo smiled slightly, picked up the golden cup, and took a sip of wine.

"Now that the Great Dao Sect's Jin Yuyan has been scattered, the Sensing Gate is already a disorganized mess, with everyone having their own agenda. Yue Dewen's power is waning, and if he doesn't understand the key to this, he will likely meet a bad end."

"The True One is closed off, and the Western Sect is arrogant and conceited, but they are actually the easiest to deal with because of their greed." He spoke eloquently and calmly.