In a simulated life scenario, how do you defy fate and change your destiny every time?

Chapter 169 Blood God Church, a dirty deal!

inner city.

City Lord's Mansion.

A distinguished young man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the direction of Worry-Free City.

"Uncle Li, how's the situation at Black Dragon Stronghold going?"

"Father will be back tomorrow. If he finds out that Black Dragon Stronghold was taken over by an unknown nobody, he will be furious."

The young man was fairly handsome, but his eyes had a sinister look.

If any high-ranking officials from Jiangcheng were here, they would recognize him at a glance.

This man was of noble birth; he was none other than Zhou Tong, the son of the city lord!
"Young master, rest assured, this old servant has already investigated the background of that kid Lu Yuan. Although he has S-level talent, he has only recently graduated and is only a second-level simulator."

"He had the support of the Zhao family and took advantage of the fact that the master and the others were not in the city, which is how he occupied Black Dragon Stronghold."

An old servant in gray robes answered respectfully.

"Once the master and the others return, taking back Black Dragon City will be a piece of cake."

"Moreover, Lu Yuan and the Zhao family have invested a lot of manpower and resources in transforming Black Dragon City, saving us a lot of time. When the time comes, the master will be happy, so how could he possibly blame you?"

"The Zhao family?" Zhou Tong's lips curled into a cold smile, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "It seems they haven't learned their lesson from back then, and they still haven't given up."

"Fine, since they are so stubborn, they have no reason to exist."

Just as Zhou Tong was determined to obtain Wuyou City, an untimely voice suddenly resounded throughout the city lord's mansion.

"Brother Zhou, please come out for a chat."

The words have not yet fallen.

A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted in from outside, making Zhou Tong and his companion feel like vomiting.

"This is……"

Upon smelling the blood, Zhou Tong and the gray-clad old servant exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

"Damn it, why is this plague god here!"

Zhou Tong cursed under his breath, as if he greatly disliked the visitor.

After all, the other party was a notorious member of the evil god church, a pariah in the Great Yan Empire, hated by everyone.

If others were to find out that the City Lord's Mansion actually had intricate connections with members of the Evil God Church, it would likely cause a great deal of trouble.

Zhou Tong thought this in his heart, but immediately put on a warm smile.

Only the next second.

A middle-aged man dressed in a blood-red robe appeared in the hall as if by teleportation.

"Hmm? Where did Zhou Li go? Why can't I sense his presence?"

The middle-aged man was burly, and his skin was covered with blood-red patterns.

The blood-red patterns were so lifelike, deeply rooted in the flesh, exuding an evil aura that was extremely creepy.

"Junior Zhou Tong greets Uncle Zheng. My father has been away for many days and has not returned. May I ask what brings you here so late at night?"

Zhou Tong greeted him with a broad smile, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

This person is not only a genuine fourth-tier Radiant Moon expert, but also a priest of the Blood God Church, who controls thousands of Blood God followers!
Not to mention Zhou Tong, even his father Zhou Li would have to show him respect!
"He hasn't returned from his trip. I suspect he's hiding and afraid to see me."

Zheng Fan snorted coldly, his face immediately darkening.

An invisible, terrifying aura suddenly descended, pressing down on Zhou Tong and the gray-robed old servant, making their faces flush red and even their breathing extremely difficult!
"Uncle Zheng, please calm down. My father does have important matters to attend to. I am currently in charge of all affairs in Jiangcheng. If there is anything I can do to help, please feel free to ask."

Zhou Tong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to comfort him.

“Not bad, young man, you have guts. But can you really make the decision on this matter?” Zheng Fan stared at Zhou Tong with a half-smile.

"May I ask, Lord Zheng, what is the matter?" Zhou Tong asked, forcing himself to speak. "Zhou Li once made an agreement with my Blood God Church that every five years he would allow my followers to enter the city for a feast in exchange for the protection of my Blood God Church."

"But it has been a full five years and one month since you last entered the city. Have you forgotten, or are you trying to renege on your debt?"

Zheng Fan's gaze was as cold and sinister as a venomous snake, sending chills down the spines of both Zhou Tong and the gray-clad old servant!

"Enter the city for a meal?" Zhou Tong hurriedly looked at the gray-clad old servant: "Uncle Li, is this really true?"

After receiving a positive reply, Zhou Tong's face turned deathly pale. He felt a chill run through his body, as if all the blood in his body had frozen in his veins.

No wonder Jiangcheng, located in a remote area far from the heart of major cities, has remained safe and sound for hundreds of years.

It turns out that Zhou Tong had already made some kind of shady deal with these evil god cults.

However, after a moment of shock, Zhou Tong quickly accepted the fact.

I would risk my life for the benefit of my country.

These are all just necessary sacrifices.

After all, this is from the perspective of the City Lord's Mansion.

Sacrifice a small number of people to ensure the safety of the majority and the long-term peace and stability of the entire Jiangcheng.

This deal wasn't a bad one.

Thinking about all this, Zhou Tong felt even more that there was nothing wrong with his actions.

Those who achieve great things should not be bothered by trifles.

Those ignorant and foolish people, who are just wasting resources by living anyway, should feel honored to be able to contribute to the development of Jiangcheng.

As long as their family can stand strong, what does it matter if many people from the lower classes die?
"Indeed, to be able to grasp this at such a young age, Zhou Li has indeed raised a good son."

Zheng Fan nodded approvingly.

And not far from the city lord's mansion.

Lu Yuan stood atop a tall building, taking in the entire scene.

The world is as black as crows.

Having witnessed so much filth and darkness, he has become completely immune to such things.

"So the Dark Tide that occurs once every five years was just a farce orchestrated by the City Lord's Mansion?"

In Lu Yuan's memory.

Every five years, Jiangcheng experiences an unprecedented dark tide.

Countless monsters and followers of evil gods surged out of the darkness like a tide, slaughtering civilians and imitators.

After each dark tide, at least hundreds of thousands of people die!
Just when it seemed that Jiangcheng was about to fall.

The city lord's mansion would then lead the powerful members of various families to step forward, and after a fierce battle, they would finally succeed in defeating all the dark demons.

That's why.

The City Lord's Mansion enjoys unparalleled prestige and status in Jiangcheng, a position that no one can challenge!

"So, those monsters weren't repelled, but rather more likely fed."

Think of this.

Lu Yuan was so angry he laughed.

He had tried his best to assume the worst about others, only to find that he had far underestimated the shamelessness of those in power.

Necessary sacrifices?
At all costs?
"If it benefits the nation, I will risk my life?"
All things are created to nourish man, and man has nothing to repay to heaven.

Since that's the case, let's start with this group of people.

I just wonder if they will still be able to maintain such awareness when the executioner's blade falls?
Lu Yuan took a step forward, his figure disappeared from the high-rise building, and instantly appeared inside the city lord's mansion!
(End of this chapter)