absurd deduction game.

The skeletal ghosts weren't too difficult for the group to deal with, but the thousands upon thousands of broken bones, stirred up by Jiang Chong, combined into a twisted monster, and tainted with the same kind of pollution as the idol, which was truly terrifying.

The shadow of the ghost wine condensed into countless thin lines that pierced through the bones, but the ghostly corpses, still with their mouths wide open, wriggled and reached out to them.

They are unaware of pain, only numbly controlled and driven by "faith".

The colossal statue used its body as a shield, and whoever approached the temple behind it first would be targeted by it. The river silt was shaking, and the water was not only polluted by ghostly energy, but also stirred up sand and dust that obscured the view.

The group, who had been psychologically convinced by the ghost wine that their legs were octopus tentacles and were already able to breathe underwater, suddenly felt a wave of suffocation.

The mud and sand in my lungs are so uncomfortable!
"Must we attack that temple?" The siren was the most respectable one here. She could precisely control the water and ensure that she did not inhale any impurities. She could tell from the statue's attitude that Yu Xing's decision was correct, but she was still very troubled about how to implement it.

After all, Jiang Chong's ghostly aura contained a trace of faith power, which could even block the omnipresent shadow of Gui Jiu. Otherwise, Gui Jiu could have simply traveled through the shadow to the temple.
The current situation is that as long as Guijiu tries to use the shadow behind the statue, Jiang Chong will sense it and frantically cover it with that terrible white oil stain—which is pollution so pure it's practically tangible—so even the already insane Guijiu can't withstand it head-on.

While the Spirit and He share some similarities in their manifestation of power, their essence is entirely different; perhaps they are natural enemies.

Yu Xing looked at the current situation and frowned slightly.

This is too inefficient. It's like the berserk Jiang Chong is constantly consuming their tools and power. Jiang Chong will naturally become tired and even exhausted as a result. But this is Jiang Chong's home turf, and the outsiders will definitely be the first to exhaust themselves.

Moreover, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for the people on the other side.

But he still didn't intend to change his strategy. While using his transparent tentacles to smash the surrounding corpses into pieces, he explained, "Jiang Chong is a false god. What makes it qualitatively different from ordinary ghosts is faith. In other words, without faith, Jiang Chong would be easy to deal with."

Its faith does not come from the living residents of Fengtou Town, but from the drowned corpses.

This is Jiang Chong's unique way of collecting faith. It can transform the fear and hatred of drowning victims into "faith" because the drowning victims will become part of Yejiang and be buried in its flesh and blood.

Just like cells to humans, what cell would continue to resent its owner? They either become part of their owner or fight to drive out foreign viruses for their owner.

The more people drown, the more "cells" Jiang Chong has, but these cells cannot be generated indefinitely; they must have a medium.

Yu Xing had already seen it clearly: this dilapidated temple hidden underwater was the medium through which Jiang Chong converted his faith, and also the cornerstone for him to become a false god.

Without this temple, the drowned would not have thought of ghosts and gods in their final moments, and naturally, they would not have developed any faith. Even if they were to become water ghosts, they would only be ordinary ghosts, unrelated to Jiang Chong.

Concepts related to God are very abstract. People need to have a deep understanding of the laws governing God's existence in order to react quickly when something happens and know how to separate the concept of "God" from the truth.

For example, right now, compared to that clay statue, the temple is the very foundation of Jiang Chong's formation!
"If it has to be this way, I... I can take a chance and send one of you behind the statue." The siren gritted her teeth, really not wanting to continue bathing in the sewage. The scales on her magnificent long tail were all stained and dull, and if she stayed any longer, they would probably cause irreversible damage.

"Take me there," Gui Jiu and Nie Lang said at the same time.

Nie Lang paused, then said in a very agitated tone, "I know you guys are strong, but when it comes to demolishing houses, no one here can beat me!"

He was like a wild beast excited by the sight of blood, tearing apart corpses and ghosts with his bare hands. Every move he made exuded a savagery that was hard for people from civilized society to bear.

Despite this, Gui Jiu, unfazed by his aura, scoffed and glanced at the silent Song Xue: "If I send you there, will you ever come back? Don't you usually have a psychologist with you all the time?"

If he were to go alone, the temple might be demolished, but the degree of alienation would be greatly increased, and he would never be able to return to reality.

Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint appeared in Nie Lang's eyes, but he also knew that Gui Jiu was telling the truth. Only then did he realize that Song Xue hadn't spoken, which meant that Song Xue did not agree with his idea.

They never even considered the possibility that he could successfully recommend himself.

Nie Lang: "..." Fine.

Then Ghost Wine's crimson gaze fell upon the Siren.

When she met his gaze, the siren would instinctively shudder, but time was of the essence, so she didn't hesitate and turned to ask Yu Xing, "Can he go?"

Gui Jiu squinted in displeasure: "Does my word have no effect?"

The siren flinched.

It's useful, it would be useful under normal circumstances, but the other two people here are your brother and your captain. It's obvious that their words are more effective. It's useless for you to yell at me.

Zhao Mou had no objection to this, after all, his younger brother's combat strength was indeed top-notch. After sending Ajiu over, they would find a way to delay the clay statue, giving Ajiu an opportunity to use the Shadow Line to pierce through the entire temple...

Boom...

Jiang Chong wasn't deaf; everything they discussed in the water reached the other's ears. The mud statue's attacks became increasingly exaggerated, forcing them out of the altar's vicinity.

"Hurry up." After regaining his balance in the water, Gui Jiu's face was gloomy. He looked at the mud statue with the gaze of someone looking at a dead man. Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. He didn't need to turn around to know that only Yu Xing liked to get this close to him.

“Brother Jiu, your abilities are better suited for investigation than demolition.” Yu Xing pressed him down, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips. “I have thought of a better way. Siren, send me there. I have the ability to make Jiang Chong unable to protect that temple anymore.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strong gaze sweep over him from above, probably Jiang Chong assessing whether what he said was true or false.

The siren agreed decisively: "Okay, give me your hand!"

She grabbed Yu Xing's arm. Gui Jiu, who still had objections, was warned by Zhao Mou's eyes. Considering that there was only one chance, he reluctantly did not insist on being willful... In fact, he had never succeeded in being willful before.

"What are you going to do?" Song Xuebai's blank eyes suddenly fixed on Yu Xing.

Noticing that this temporary ally from another squad seemed inquisitive, Yu Xing smiled and kindly reminded her, "I advise you not to look with those eyes."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the siren flicked her tail, and her scales, which had been dull in the darkness, suddenly emitted a soft golden-blue light, unleashing an ultimate purifying power.

The halo carved a path through the sewage, even the polluted power of faith was deemed filthy and temporarily shut out. The siren stirred up the water and shoved Yu Xing in the back: "Hurry up and go!"

A fierce undercurrent immediately attacked from all directions. The siren gritted her teeth and resisted. The pure water she controlled propelled Yu Xing past the statue at high speed. Seeing that the power of faith had failed to stop it, the clay statue's large hand immediately slapped towards Yu Xing.

Its hand was also hindered by the softly glowing water, and it was unable to move for a moment. In just a second or two of this tug-of-war, Yu Xing had already broken through the blockade and landed between the statue and the temple.

What is he going to do?
The siren, bleeding from all seven orifices, lay limp and weak in the water. Her scales were in disarray, her tail drooped limply, and she could no longer even maintain her own movements. She was almost torn apart by the skeletal ghost.

Gui Jiu immediately caught her and protected her within his power range.

Separated by a large statue, they could no longer see Yu Xing's figure; only Song Xue's special eyes could still perceive that lonely soul. However, remembering Yu Xing's warning, Song Xue hesitated for a second, averting her gaze the instant an alarm went off in her mind.

Not only the diviners, but Jiang Chong was also very concerned about how this outsider would damage the temple. The pure water flow only lasted until it brought him over before being completely consumed by the polluted water flow. The power of faith reassembled and became an invisible protection for the temple's exterior.

With it here, with this false god here, who can destroy the place of its faith?

Jiang Chong's "gaze" was firmly fixed on Yu Xing.

That's exactly the effect Yu Xing wanted.

The eye-shaped markings on the tip of his tongue glowed crimson as he cursed maliciously, "Jiang Chong, you must be exhausted after dealing with us for so long."

"Exhaustion will make you complacent and lead you to your death. Do you remember the curse you used on yourself? 'Jiang Chong is nothing but bullshit, today I will tear out his intestines and rot his heart, and his soul will be scattered.'"

"It's time for it to come true."

As the teeth opened and closed, the soft flesh began to reveal its eerie nature, imbuing language with the purest and most unsolvable power of a curse.

A dark, gloomy mist emanated from Yu Xing, revealing tree-shaped patterns on the back of his hand. Black roots rapidly spread up his arm, almost instantly enveloping half of his shoulder and extending to his chest.

The second ability of the Cursing Tongue—

Every word you utter will be imbued with a causal law, influencing the path of your destiny. All your negative words (such as manipulation, curses, deception, etc.) will take effect, the impact depending on the recipient. Each time an effect occurs, you will suffer a backlash, rendering you unable to speak for a period of time.

This is Yu Xing's curse on Jiang Chong!

As soon as he finished speaking, the backlash from the direct confrontation with the pseudo-god level instantly struck him. A metallic taste rose in Yu Xing's throat, and his tongue felt as heavy as if it were bound by chains, rendering him unable to speak. He immediately went silent.

It was unclear when the statue had turned around, but the enormous statue facing it trembled violently as if struck by lightning. Spiderweb-like cracks spread along the texture of the mud, covering the entire statue in the blink of an eye!

"Holy shit!" Nie Lang was the first to issue a friendly statement, his beastly eyes narrowed to pinpoints as he watched the scene in shock.

This is pseudo-god level! Pseudo-god level!

Even with his purely offensive deduction, whose physical attack power is so strong that he needs a personal psychologist to constantly suppress the degree of alienation, it is impossible for him to cause such great damage to the "body" of a pseudo-god-level ghost with just a few words.

He pondered Yu Xing's words and cursed again.

As expected, rule-based abilities are the most unfair. I should say, no wonder he is the most mysterious captain of the Broken Mirror Squad.

The statue trembled without ceasing, and finally, after the spiderweb-like cracks became fine enough, it began to crumble.

The mud shell on their chests peeled off first, followed by their abdomens. Large patches of hard mud shell fell like rain, and the faces of the skeletal water ghosts showed expressions of terror as they retreated for the first time.

A happy expression appeared on the siren's weak face.

But Zhao Mou and Song Xue tensed up even more, with the former reminding them, "It's not over yet."

The ultimate goal is to destroy the temple. Even if the clay statues are reduced to dust, as long as the temple remains, Jiang Chong will not suffer much fundamental harm.

Moreover, if Yu Xing's goal was simply to destroy the clay statues, there was no need for him to be sent to the temple; he could simply stay by their side.

The tendency of the mud shell to break apart stopped, and after large areas of the chest and abdomen were damaged, dark cavities were revealed inside.

But there was nothing in that hole.

There were no countless white bones mixed on the surface of its idol, no roasted meat, no corpses, and naturally no intestines and heart, which are necessary for the curse of "pulling out the intestines and rotting the heart".

It has no internal organs at all!

The vicious curse stopped at this point, vanishing silently. The river remained quiet for a while, then suddenly burst into uncontrollable, maniacal laughter.

That was Jiang Chong's triumphant laughter, a laughter so powerful that even the weariness cast by the curse couldn't diminish it in the slightest.

“A mere ant—” it said, “with such meager strength, you dare to attempt to kill a god!”

Standing in front of the temple, Yu Xing looked up and felt Jiang Chong's gaze, full of mockery, completely enveloping him.

He could no longer speak, only slightly sticking out the tip of his tongue, revealing the surging blood-red runes on it, raising one hand, making a thumbs-up, and slowly lowering it.

You idiot, this is just the beginning.

[Title: An Anchor Point That Cannot Be Looked At Directly (Unique)]

[With this title, you can prevent other things from looking at you. Once they look directly at you, you will steal their deepest memories and lower their sanity. (Active use)]

This is the only title he simultaneously obtained when he exchanged all offerings except for [Dreamscape of the Azure] for the Tongue of Resentment.

Kill Jiang Chong using a curse?
He didn't mean that.

Of that long curse, the only one that truly needs to work is "exhaustion will make you complacent"!
At this moment, Jiang Chong, due to his complacency, arrogantly ignored the "unbearable" rules emanating from Yu Xing after sensing them.

Then, after a few seconds of that invisible gaze falling on Yu Xing, it suddenly trembled.

The most important memory... its most important memory is the memory of faith.

It remembers how it gradually transformed from a happy, discarded little clay figure into a monstrous creature.

It remembered how it came to understand the resentment of the drowned corpses, and in these beliefs entangled with resentment, it turned to the altar and became a false god.

It remembered... this temple, this altar, was the sole source of its transformation of faith, the most important thing to it.

So, after looking directly at Yu Xing, it forgot all of that.

From this moment forward, the false god forever forgot its altar. (End of Chapter)