New concept of the mysterious way to ascend to immortality

Chapter 87 Reorganization of [Wishing Club], white glove holding?
The Tiger Demon stayed where he was, carefully feeling the mental connections that appeared in his mind.

When it focused its perception, it indeed detected subtle threads of spirituality, entwining its own soul. The initiative lay in its hands, capable of either disconnecting or reconnecting. However, the connection was tenuous, unable to directly influence or communicate with the other end; it was more like a one-sided reception of a signal.

It carefully counted the signals and found that there were about 34 of them scattered throughout Running City. Any further away, and they would be completely inaudible.

The voice ringing in my head is the only member of the outer circle praying, asking the mysterious existence how to charm the handsome man I met yesterday? Make him fall in love with me and agree to be my girlfriend.

Tiger Demon: “??!” Look at what the hell are you talking about?
It was now both surprised and bewildered. "So, I turned a disaster into a blessing, inheriting the final legacy of the White Feather Wishing Society so early? After the death of the leader and vice-leader, I became a spiritual signal tower connecting many peripheral members, a tree hole for truth and truth, and the new leader?"

I came here to capture goblins, but suddenly I inherited a ruined illegal underground society. Being the leader and moonlighting as an evil god?

The elf offered a suggestion: "If you intend to rebuild the White Feather Wishing Society, you can indeed become the leader and serve as both the Son and the Father, forming a trinity. The previous Wishing Society was originally an unprofessional group of people who were courting death. They used a parchment imbued with extraordinary power and signed their names with their own blood, thus creating the constraints of secrecy."

"Now, your situation is very different. You are a miracle born from a sacrificial ritual, possessing the essence of the [Shadow Demon] within you. You have a genuine mystical connection with the members of the Wishing Society, and it has nothing to do with that parchment scroll. Hmm? Could the [Wishing Society] join your [Anti-Law Plan] and form a private sect?!"

The Tiger Demon, who had received Zhou Chu's safety education, shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, no, no, no, no, we must abide by the local laws of Running. This [White Feather Wishing Society] can be rebuilt and continued. I can't think of a specific use for it right now, but it will definitely be useful in the future. If that doesn't work, it can also serve as a white glove tool, indirectly controlling them to do things for me."

Huh? Why am I becoming more and more like an 18th-tier demon?
Not only does the [Tiger Demon] possess the qualities of an evil god, but its minions also have the potential to lend money (anti-law), and now they've picked up a dilapidated [Wishing Society] shell for free. And then there's the [Shadow, Holy Light, Anti-Law] trifecta he gained enlightenment in Longchang.

Was all this pure coincidence, or was it fate's guidance? A glimmer of wisdom flashed in the Tiger Demon's eyes.

...

Putting aside the useless 'mental connection' in his mind for the time being, he regained his focus and looked at the group of goblins who had lost their minds due to the trapping potion and were collectively going crazy.

If we don't take action now, they will probably have a very scary time.

The shadows beneath his feet began to boil and surge, and pitch-black strange hands emerged from the shadows on the ground. Their wrists extended and stretched infinitely, slithering like snakes, moving stealthily in the shadows and appearing behind the group of goblins.

The tiger demon's thoughts moved slightly, and these shadow arms shot out instantly. The five fingers turned into claws and accurately locked the throat, pinching the neck fiercely. The slender arms quickly wrapped around the goblin's body like a python, launching a death stranglehold.

The goblins, engrossed in their food, screamed in pain, gradually regaining consciousness and trying to struggle, but it was too late. Their frail bodies were powerless to shake the shadowy arm.

Ding! Ding!! Ding!!!

These shadowy hands seized the goblin heads one by one, suddenly exerting force, and colliding with each other, making a crisp "skull-thumping" sound. The goblins, who were still screaming and struggling, quickly fell into a concussion and coma, falling asleep.

After completing all this, the Tiger Demon calmly switched back to human form, wrapped his entire body in the shadow uniform again, and put on a gas mask and glasses.

Yuan Zhu pulled a rope from his satchel and tied up the goblins, then counted them. There were twelve in total, a good harvest.

Using the power boost from their uniforms, they dragged the 12 trophies out of the sewer. They carried them in several batches, dumped them all into the bed of a pickup truck, and covered them with a canvas sheet.

He got in the car, started the engine, turned around, and drove towards the neighborhood where the haunted house was located.

...

Arriving safely at the complex, the security guard reappeared, no longer trying to stop me. Instead, he approached me curiously, asking with a hint of uneasiness, "Sir, you're here again. Didn't we deal with that haunted house yesterday? Didn't we even seal it off and warn everyone not to approach? Why are you here again today?"

Yuan Zhu got out of the car and walked around to the back, saying something nonsense: "I brought a small offering. I hope that the evil spirit will leave more peacefully and not come back to life."

He lifted a corner of the canvas, deliberately revealing a few unconscious goblins.

The guard was startled by these little green creatures covered in blood and emitting a strange smell. After realizing what was happening, he said with lingering fear, "This..."

"Human pillars, house protection, sacrifices... you get the idea. We're a civilized society now, even orcs have been legalized. I'm worried that those creatures are too ferocious, and if we don't deal with them properly, they'll pose a threat to you. So today I'm going to capture a few goblins, perform a ritual, and fill them up. I'll also get some earthbound spirits to neutralize the evil and ward off evil, gather energy, and bring in wealth, so that your entire community will benefit."

Yuan Zhu's deliberately mystifying ramblings actually resonated with the other party. Perhaps he hadn't figured it out, but the guard's gaze toward the goblin softened. As if he were looking at a perfect match, he nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself that the heights matched, though the color was a bit green.

"Are you trying to change the feng shui? Master, master! After you change it like this, this haunted house will surely be sold soon."

"Huh?" Yuan Zhu's ears twitched, and he interrupted, "What did you say just now, sell it? Doesn't this house have an owner? Why is it for sale again?" The guard was very familiar with haunted houses. "It did have an owner originally, and he was a businessman who did well in business. Unfortunately, he encountered a shipwreck in Taixi, and there has been no news since. It wasn't until the house showed abnormalities that the property management conducted an investigation. It turned out that the owner had died and there were no heirs, so they put it up for sale again. But because it was a 'haunted house', no one bought it..."

Yuan Zhu hadn't expected such a surprise. The mastermind behind the plot hadn't actually bought the villa. Was he afraid the garden would be exposed, leaving clues and implicating him? So he created the name "haunted house" to deter others from buying.

"This is someone else's private property, and you're just reselling it. Is that reasonable?"

Doorman: "It's unreasonable originally, but since the property management company has some connection with the municipal government, it becomes reasonable. You know."

His thoughts turned slightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "How much does this villa cost?"

"The original price was over $5, but since no one is interested, it's been dropping down. Now it's down to $3. Are you interested?"

Yuan Zhu shook his head: "It's too expensive. I can't afford it. I'm just a poor worker."

"Stop joking. A capable master like you will make a fortune sooner or later." He really thought that Yuan Zhu was a remnant of the Huang Tian clan who understood Feng Shui. Such high-end talents are often guests of honor of bigwigs.

Since the mastermind behind the scenes didn't buy this haunted house, Yuan Zhu naturally wouldn't make such a conspicuous move.

So, how can he indirectly own this villa... Suddenly, he thought of the bankrupt and disbanded [Bai Ling Wishing Club]. This inheritance came at the right time!
If he could rebuild the Wishing Society and indirectly control a group of Running's white gloves, without them knowing each other, they could secretly issue orders to carry out their tasks and hold the haunted house on his behalf, wouldn't that be wonderful?

The more he thought about it, the more reliable it seemed, and he was almost impatient to gather his old subordinates.

Unfortunately, he lacked the necessary knowledge and couldn't directly consult the senior students at Yuyuan. Even ordinary university students didn't know how to form an illegal sect and, from the perspective of an evil deity, summon followers through spiritual connection to gather and offer sacrifices to themselves.

Perhaps [Maomao Wang] is more familiar with this area? As for the garden issue, I'd also like to ask Maomao Wang if he's interested. It would be perfect if he could take it over.

After thinking through all these issues, Yuan Zhu was in a good mood. He parked the old car in front of the dilapidated house and walked to the door with the two goblins.

This time there is no need to pick the lock. The shadow uniform resonates with the shadow pollution in the house, just like the facial recognition of a smart door lock, and the door opens automatically.

The moment he stepped into the dilapidated haunted house, the eerie screams of "Jia Jia Jia" and "Buddha Buddha Buddha" instantly filled the reception hall, as if he had entered a horror haunted house.

Soon, four shadow monsters with black tomato heads appeared, hanging upside down on the ceiling. They grew out from a shadow vine in an extremely strange posture, getting bigger and bigger, and finally expanded to the size of a ghost. The eyeballs on their heads stared at Yuan Zhu with trembling pupils.

They all expressed doubts and confusion. What was going on with this feeling of déjà vu, the urge to tear off the other person's (stigmata) and yet also the inexplicable fear and urge to kneel down?

Four eggplant-headed ghosts surrounded Yuan Zhu, looking like they wanted to attack but were hesitant and foolish, which immediately made Yuan Zhu feel overwhelmed and angry.

This accomplice's software is too low-level, even worse than a dog, it can't even recognize its owner?!

He had to restrain the holy light and re-stimulate the aura of the [Boss Template]. The shadow under his feet fluctuated violently, spreading throughout the haunted house to regain control.

“Gee gee gee!”

The four eggplant-headed ghosts finally reacted and realized that their master had returned! They jumped to the ground one after another and knelt down to worship Yuan Zhu with joy: "Buddha Buddha Buddha!" "Buddha Buddha Buddha!"

Looking at the four mentally retarded people before him, Yuan Zhu lost confidence in the future of the goblins. These ghost minions were all descendants of Naye Country residents with higher souls and intelligence. They were influenced by Buddhism for a long time and then transformed into crazy eggplants.

The IQ of the minions they transformed was so low. So how low would the IQ of the even more feeble-minded and weaker goblins be? Would they be so low that they could penetrate the Earth's core?

With this concern in mind, he moved all 12 goblins into the haunted house, then locked the door and began to think about how to refine them.

If you use [Stomach Secret] to swallow a normal goblin, there will be only one outcome: it will be digested by the tiger demon and broken down into nutrients, leaving you with nothing.

In order to create a [Ghost], one must have been deeply polluted during his lifetime, have some extraordinary characteristics, and have decent spirituality to be able to create a 'digital soul archive'.

If you can't pass these two levels, you won't even be qualified to be cannon fodder.

(End of this chapter)