This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

When An Ling saw everyone in the water mirror kneeling down to worship the "miracle" stabbed by Li Feiling, she felt the blood in her body run cold.

After Li Feiling finished "feeding", he put the bottle on the table. Seeing that An Ling looked a little strange, he asked hurriedly: "Junior sister? What's wrong with you?"

"I..." An Ling didn't know how to describe her current feelings. If she was not mistaken, this sandbox was simulating a real world. She looked carefully and found that no one in it was repeated. Everyone had their own characteristics, their own ideas and things they were doing. With such a large amount of computing power, even if it was originally a virtual world, it would become a real world that existed in another form. In other words, if they shrunk their bodies and entered the sandbox, these little people would be equivalent to living humans!

And how is what they are doing now different from the "gods" in mythology?

"I was just wondering, are there gods above us who are pouring spiritual energy into the world? Outside the world where those gods are, are there another group of greater gods watching their every move..."

"If we focus on infinity, then this assumption is possible, but we can't see the gods above our heads...then aren't our lives all arranged by others?" An Ling put down the wire frame and murmured.

Li Feiling tried to understand An Ling's words, and after a while he said, "Don't think too much. This problem doesn't exist in our world."

"Do you know the story of the ancestor's fight against the Heavenly Dao?"

An Ling remembered that Guo Zichou had told her about this part of the secret before, and was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about those 'gods'?"

"Yes," Li Feiling sighed, "The founder is a genius. She feels that the fate of the world is controlled by the gods. The trajectory of birth, aging, sickness and death is determined from the moment of entering reincarnation. She is determined to fight against the way of heaven. She uses a power that does not belong to this world to forcibly break the way of heaven. She also reorganizes the order of reincarnation and distributes reincarnation according to good and evil merits. No one will be a slave forever."

An Ling said: "But isn't this kind of reincarnation just another form of controlling fate? Why should a soul whose memory has been erased and reincarnated into a pig or dog bear the consequences of the evil it did in its previous life? In my opinion, it would be better to disrupt everything."

"I haven't read much, so I don't think as much as you do," Li Feiling finally looked up. An Ling couldn't help but be stunned when she saw his appearance. "I only know that the ancestor must have her considerations when doing things. Every order has good and bad aspects. The ancestor allows us not to be controlled by the gods and makes the whole world have a good atmosphere. I think that's good."

An Ling sighed, "You are right, I am too extreme." An Ling always has a radical idealistic thinking. In her eyes, it is difficult to tolerate sand. Because of this, her life is destined to keep running to remove the "sand".

Li Feiling smiled slightly. His youthful face did not match his attire at all. He had already given An Ling everything he should give her, and ignored An Ling who was still struggling. He pointed outside the door and said, "Since you have an idea, I'll leave this sand table to you to take care of. It's a good opportunity for me to see what you can do. Remember, don't let them all die out. You should pay attention to how much spiritual energy is left in each area. If there is less spiritual energy in a certain place, just pour a drop of it in. These little creatures rely a lot on spiritual energy to survive."

Li Feiling left like this, and the cave was left to An Ling to live in.

An Ling looked at the sand table in the center and the shabby furnishings next to it, sighed softly, and accepted this place and this job. She felt confused, and when she saw that Li Feiling had already "fed" the little people in the sand table, she checked the amount of spiritual energy in the entire sand table again. Seeing that there was no need for "feeding", she went straight to the bed and rested.

……

Nothing happened that night. The next day, the first thing An Ling did when she opened her eyes was to look at the sand table.

With the monk's powerful eyesight, although the things in the sand table were very small, she still discovered that a stone tablet had been built in the center of the city yesterday. Out of curiosity, she turned on the "surveillance" to check the newly built stone tablet.

I saw a crowd cheering and gathering around the stone tablet, as if they were celebrating something. In front of the stone tablet, a man who looked very prestigious was speaking.

The water mirror does not have the function of listening to sounds. An Ling only knows that the little people in the "surveillance" are talking and dancing, but she does not know what they are doing specifically.

Those people celebrated lively for a while, and even danced around the stone tablet hand in hand. Some people came up behind them with food. When the little people were tired of dancing, they sat down and shared the food.

"It's quite interesting." An Ling didn't stop watching until they dispersed. "They regard the spiritual rain falling from the sky as a blessing from the gods, and then hold a commemorative ceremony here? Hmm, it should be the prototype of some kind of festival..."

"But why do these people seem to be experiencing Li Feiling's spiritual energy for the first time? Otherwise, they wouldn't be so happy..."

An Ling checked again to see if there was any place that needed to replenish spiritual energy. Seeing that there was none left, she took the token and left the cave. Today, she planned to go to Moxiang Pavilion to study hard in preparation for Elder Wu's class tomorrow.

……

Just after An Ling left the cave, time flew by in the sand table. The world changed dramatically. The city experienced several turmoil. Sometimes people were living in poverty and the people gathered in front of the stone tablet every year to celebrate casually. Sometimes the world was at peace and the stone tablet would welcome an endless stream of people to celebrate the most important festival of the year - the Festival of the Spirits.

But human society is extremely fragile. In An Ling's world, after about an hour, the entire city had become a ruin. As time went by, the climate and environment were also changing. The city was no longer suitable for people to survive, so they had to leave their homes and go outside to find a more suitable place to live.

The tradition of "Winter" was brought to other places along with the migrating people. The descendants of the residents who once lived in this city would gather in an open place on the same day to dance and have picnics.

Gradually, even the stone tablet was weathered, with only half of the base still supporting it in the ruins. With the arrival of a professional "archaeological team", it was also pulled down from the altar, and the tablet body engraved with the glory of the ancient city fell into the sand. At this time, only a very few people still remember to celebrate the "Festival of the Spirits", and the so-called blessing of the gods is also considered to be nothing more than a myth. But every year when the "Festival of the Spirits" comes, people in the same cultural circle will always step out of their homes, gather with friends, and share food together.

Isn’t this a kind of cultural continuation and inheritance? Even if people’s lives have changed dramatically, there are always some things engraved in the body. Only by tracing back to the source can we discover our true self.

……

"Look, this is a historical record of our ancient ancestors' Pentecost sacrifices!" said one of the archaeological team in surprise.

"This is an ancient text that has disappeared into history. Maybe we have found the location of the ancient ruins!"

"Tell me, why did ancient people always like to write myths?"

"I don't know, but what is certain is that gods do not exist. All the development of our society is due to the efforts of generations. If gods exist, can they give us food? Can they help us develop technology?"

"Stop talking and get back to work. If you keep talking, those four-armed and four-legged monsters will come again!"