The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

As it got dark, Brother Yu, who had been waiting for his sister to come home for a long time, couldn't help but make a phone call.

Somewhere on the top of the mountain, Cat Pad answered the phone: "Meow, meow, meow, meow~" Jiaojiao fell asleep, I'll call you back later meow~

Yu Nian: “…”

Second Brother Yu hung up the phone numbly, rushed home from the courtyard, and crawled into the quilt as if he was going to suffocate himself.

He understands cat talk!

Why didn’t he think of it? Since there are mountain gods in the world, there must be monsters and demons... That is a cat monster!

Yu Erge, who had held the Maine Coon and fed it dried fish, broke it gently.

But 778 didn't know that 778 squeezed into the host's arms to act as a warm baby.

Part of its CPU was still complaining about the main system, and due to insufficient computing power, it had to reluctantly hand over the host to the mountain god. However, the mountain god of the mountain temple was very tolerant and gave it some clever tricks.

It can even order food directly from Brother Yu Er in cat language!

778 acted as a hot water bottle for a while, then jumped up and down and squatted in front of Yu Jiao.

The sleeping face of the girl was peaceful in the moonlight, and her indifferent appearance seemed even more indifferent because she had no expression. The big cat Tuanzi stared at her for a while, then moved closer and rubbed her face with his ear, with such force that a little blush appeared.

Okay, it’s cute now!

778 wagged its tail happily, thinking that it had taken good care of its host. It couldn't help but harass the main system even more to demand an explanation!

At the same time, the believers were caught in the illusory and magnificent dreams.

Something suddenly swept past her, and Yu Jiao subconsciously touched her face, as if some soft hair was caressing her cheek, hmm... like the sneaky behavior of some cats that occasionally express their love to their owners when they are asleep.

She couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.

Pulling her through the gap, Feng Lan, who was looking for something anxiously, looked back.

Through the illusory dream, he saw 778 sneaking around in the outside world like a real cat, acting like a spoiled child: "..."

He said sincerely, "I didn't expect that digital life would also care about face."

She has to act coquettishly when the believers are asleep.

Yu Jiao also saw 778's shaking ears and tail. The adorable and coquettish big cat made people feel soft.

She defended herself: "Because 778 is my guardian."

778 raised her as his own child.

Even though they said they wanted to be each other's best friends, 778 would subconsciously maintain some of her guardian image.

It is impossible for her to act coquettishly. She can act coquettishly to Uncle Four and Aunt Zhen, but to the host she will only act as a pillow and occasionally wrap around his legs. It is very rare for her to step on the breast, purr, or rub her fur.

This is a cat that you can’t tell from the outside, but is actually more sophisticated than the mountain wolf!

Feng Lan: “Okay.”

The mountain god accepted this explanation, but still felt a little bothered: "You also had a guardian wolf when you were a child."

Yu Jiao: “…”

Fine, she thought to herself, but that won't do.

Public order and morality do not allow guardian wolves to fall in love with humans.

Without waiting for a reply, the mountain god cast a questioning look at her. The girl realized that she had been thinking too far and pointed casually with a little embarrassment: "...Ah, is that what you are looking for?"

In the dreams of many colors, at the end of the illusory gap, the black grape-like balls are like balloons blown by the wind, extremely messy.

Its surface was still covered with a thin golden film, but it looked like it was on the verge of breaking.

Feng Lan was slightly surprised: "...I see."

Yu Jiao looked puzzled, so Feng Lan explained, "When Liang Lingchuan came, I saw that he was entangled with the fate of many people, but the connection was very shallow."

So he helped out.

Strengthening the connection between these destiny lines and Liang Lingchuan through dreams is one of the few innate skills that Feng Lan possesses as the mountain god of Ono Mountain.

God's little trick is like a fixed drama similar to Zhong Kui judging a case in a dream. The sinner Liang Lingchuan will transform into the person at the other end of the fate line in the dream and experience the deviation of the other person's fate caused by himself.

Of course, it is a deviation for the worse.

Feng Lan: "But several days have passed, and the new dream I wove has not been touched at all."

Yu Jiao suddenly realized and reached out her hand tentatively: "It's this..."

Ouch!! It hurts a little——

When I touched the golden film, my fingertips felt like they were pricked by a thorny grass stem, and something seemed to be trying to drill into my fingers!

Yu Jiao was so shocked that she shook her hands wildly and turned her head in surprise: "What is this? Is it alive——?"

"..."

The mountain god standing aside with his hands in his pockets was caught off guard by the gaze. He blinked subconsciously and said coldly, "Maybe?"

Maybe something, she saw him laughing!

Yu Jiao was so angry that she turned into a puffer fish.

But judging from Feng Lan's attitude, there should be no danger. Yu Jiao hesitated for a while, reached out again, and quickly touched the black ball. This time she was not stung.

The counterattack just now seemed to have exhausted the power of the broken golden film, and the contents of the black ball flashed before his eyes without any obstruction.

It was Liang Lingchuan’s dream.

Yu Jiao saw many unfamiliar faces.

Some are just passers-by, living their own lives peacefully, and suddenly a flowerpot falls from the sky and falls into the sewer.

There are also people who, while driving, for some unknown reason turn the steering wheel as if to avoid something invisible, and end up in a car accident, causing death or disability.

And behind these scenes, Liang Lingchuan was driving a girl for a ride, flipping a coin with his fingertips, and betting with the beautiful woman in the passenger seat whether all the lights along the way would be green... such a nonsensical whim.

There was also a contractor who fell to his death accidentally. Liang Lingchuan wanted to buy a piece of land at a low price to deal with his grandfather's inspection.

A certain enterprise was besieged by foreign capital and went bankrupt because the head of the enterprise said bad things about Liang Lingchuan behind his back at a dinner party and he heard it.

……

There are so many things that it is difficult to list them all.

But when she touched these dream memories, Yu Jiao also understood what that golden film was and why Feng Lan did not stop her from touching it.

Because it wasn't alive, and it wasn't something bad, it was -

"Luck..."

"To be precise, it is when each person is born that they settle the fortunes they brought into this life during their previous reincarnation."

Liang Lingchuan must have done great merits in his previous life.

From the fact that the two people traveled between dreams and never saw any golden light on the dream bubbles of the villagers in Shoushan Village, it can be seen how rare it is to have luck that is enough to condense into a golden film to protect dreams.

But now the golden film looks tattered, as if it had been eaten by something.

When being touched by Yu Jiao, he wanted to change his owner... Well, he doesn't look like a cat with a good luck. He's like a cat that was never tamed and was badly hurt, so he wanted to turn to someone else's arms, but he would breathe out and scratch this "other person" in response to the stress.

Yu Jiao: "It's hard to imagine what happened to Liang Lingchuan."

Feng Lan: “Just ask and you’ll know.”

As he spoke, he gently held her hand. A faint green light spread from his fingertips, leading her away from the strong emotions of those memories and fate.

The two entered Liang Lingchuan's dream.

The disappearance of the golden protective film finally made the punishment set by Feng Lan take effect. Yu Jiao penetrated the illusion and reality and entered the dream, facing a close-up of Liang Lingchuan lying on the ground with his eyes open after his head was smashed by a flowerpot.

Yu Jiao: “…”

But the close-up didn't last long.

Different from the previous targeted revenge for the believers, making the offline Luo Jue dream of Yu Jiao's childhood, Liang Lingchuan has destroyed countless fate lines, and the intersections are usually concentrated in a single encounter.

That's why he got hit on the head by the flowerpot. Liang Lingchuan hadn't even cleaned up his brain yet when he rushed to the next scene.

Snapped!

He free-falls from the scaffolding, an arrow pierces his heart, pointing to the steel bar.

Yu Jiao: "...My second brother said he would make skewers tomorrow."

Feng Lan was silent: "Maybe another day."

After watching Liang Lingchuan's fancy death and the version of Liang Lingchuan with broken hands and feet, Feng Lan finally realized that he should bring his believers to see something happy, not something disgusting.

I wonder if the happiness of seeing Liang Lingchuan being haunted by nightmares can offset the disgust of seeing so many bloody scenes...

The mountain god was quite annoyed. Seeing the believer sitting down on the spot after watching for a while, he thought for a while and waved his hand.

Liang Lingchuan, who was still busy running around, suddenly closed his eyes and seemed to have returned to a normal deep sleep.

Yu Jiao turned around: "Are you done dying?"

She counted, exactly 108 times! Liang Lingchuan really deserved to die!

"……not yet."

Feng Lan was speechless after hearing this, and said honestly, "I was afraid you would feel disgusted."

Yu Jiao: "... a little, but it's quite satisfying." She thought for a moment, "If I beat him up, will he feel like he was beaten up by a ghost when he wakes up tomorrow?"

Feng Lan: “…Ah.”

Looking at the girl in plush pajamas in the dream, she rolled up her sleeves and walked over, slapping Liang Lingchuan awake with two kicks. Feng Lan put his hands in his pockets and fell silent again.

It was his mistake.

But then again, his priest is an athletic type.

The night in Shoushan Village in late autumn is as cold as water. It is the perfect time to fall into a good sleep hugging a warm quilt that has been dried in the sun.

This year's life is obviously much better than last year. The villagers of Shoushan Village are full of happiness in this late autumn, and their dreams are mostly colorful bubbles.

After the temple was built, dreams were also handed over to the mountain god for protection.

If someone could avoid the mountain god and get in to take a look, he might be able to see the villagers dreaming of working for the seventh sister in the west of the village and catching a rice fish as thick as a thigh.

But no one knew that in a black dream bubble blocked deep inside those colorful bubbles filled with happiness in Shoushan Village, the owner of a dream was beaten to a pulp.

Well, it was beaten into a mess.

When Yu Jiao stopped, she was shocked: "...Is it so crispy?" It felt a bit like tofu.

"It's just a dream after all, but he probably won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow..."

The mountain god would never say that his own priests have extraordinary strength.

He watched Liang Lingchuan turn into a heap without saying a word after being beaten awake. He couldn't see his eyes, ears, mouth and nose clearly. After a little thought, he thought, "Maybe he can't open his mouth either."

"Oh, you won't die?"

The girl, frightened by her own fighting ability, took two steps back, and imitated Feng Lan, putting her hands in her pockets, and asked cautiously: "Then... is it impossible for him to pay for those people's lives?"

Feng Lan turned his head silently: "...Didn't you say that farming system won't kill people?"

Yu Jiao had read the random reply: "One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things, and vice versa is also possible, right?"

You mean if there is one, there will be two?

The mountain god was speechless.

But the mountain god will help believers find a solution: "The luck at birth is gone, and now supporting him... like Long Aotian? The same source of luck should be the same as the Luo family."

This is 778’s professional field. The local gods cannot understand the existence of such a system and how it can bring good fortune. Wouldn’t that make them gods?

Even ordinary gods are not enough, it must be like the God of Mount Tai.

The mountain god who was following him thought so.

"So if you want him to pay the price, you just need to find a way to remove this layer of external luck."

"How to get rid of... something that cannot be seen or touched."

The priest and the mountain god fell into thought together. After failing to come up with any result, the priest waved his hand and said, "Write this down. Deal with what can be dealt with first."

She asked: "Can you make Liang Lingchuan look like a human again?"

Of course it is possible.

Feng Lan also waved his sleeves - don't mention it, the mountain god temple is at the foot of the mountain, and thinking that he will be able to communicate with the god in the near future, the uneasy feeling of not having a power bank disappeared for the most part - Liang Lingchuan completed the plastic surgery in seconds, from a lump to his original appearance.

It was just a picture of the "handsome man" discussed by 778 and Yu Jiao, with his face swollen like a pig's head.

Liang Lingchuan woke up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw two faces that had made him very unhappy recently. He opened his mouth to curse, but when he moved the corners of his mouth, he was interrupted by a tearing pain even in his dream.

"You *&%￥￥——hiss——"

"..."

Wait, you can’t even speak clearly like this!

Yu Jiao glanced sideways, Feng Lan looked away, and reluctantly waved his sleeves again to increase the degree of repair.

However, even though Liang Lingchuan's mouth was repaired, he would not lower his proud head. He looked around at the eerie and terrifying place with small snakes running around, and even a pool full of snakes next to it (the Xijing Tomb of the Gods), showing a little fear, but still opened his mouth to curse -

But he was banned in time.

This time it was Feng Lan's turn to look sideways. Yu Jiao pursed her lips and clenched her fists: "Will it sound better if I string you up like a string?"

Liang Lingchuan: “…”

It would have been better if I didn't say it. Once I said it, the memory of Manager Meng dying and being beaten into a pulp came flooding back, and my whole body was in pain.

The temperament of people in dreams is less restrained, but it also means they can't learn to give in.

Finally able to ask questions properly, Yu Jiao felt extremely exhausted. She couldn't help but grab the hem of Feng Lan's exquisite and flowing robe and crumple it into a ball to vent her anger.

Then she took a deep breath, regained her composure, and spoke with great confidence: "Liang Lingchuan, was it you who asked Cen Jiahui to come here?"

"You know you have weird luck, don't you?"

"You or your men have also written down the names of those who were in trouble because they did not meet your expectations, right?"

"Do you know where Cen Jiahui's daughter is?"

Yu Jiao didn't give Liang Lingchuan any time to think. She asked coldly in a flat tone, as if she didn't care at all, but also as if she already had the answer.

Of course, it is also possible that Liang Lingchuan wanted to cause trouble for them, and happened to know that Shoushan Village was going to build a temple, and Cen Jiahui happened to come to the door, so he used this method - but Liang Lingchuan's strange luck could not work on Feng Lan, the life dimension is different...

So there is only one truth!

The girl raised her eyelids and leaned forward slightly on the interrogation table that had appeared in front of her without her knowing. "If you confess, you will be treated leniently. If you resist, you will be treated severely. Otherwise..."

You know, I like to kill people in my dreams.