The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

"Still talking? You probably looked down on them because of their ordinary clothes!"

The old woman frowned, pointed at the dancer whose face was full of question marks, and opened her raspy voice.

The dancer, feeling increasingly aggrieved after being reprimanded like this, wiped away her tears and said softly:

"I'm afraid Li Ma is trying to kick me out because she thinks my sales performance is bad."

"When I first arrived, I was considered the best in the city, but now, with the passing of time, my youthful appearance has faded, and newcomers have replaced the old. They'll scold me for the slightest thing..."

The old woman's anger subsided considerably after she brought up old grievances like that.

"Is it true that no one has been here?"

"Indeed!"

Seeing his confident demeanor, the old woman's doubts slowly grew.

Since no one has come in, where did that fisherman come from?

She suddenly remembered the rumors circulating in the streets, and her heart skipped a beat!

"Oh no!"

......

Even after Zhang Wenhao left the brothel, his furrowed brows did not relax.

The hustle and bustle behind us gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of the night watchman's clapper coming from the alley entrance.

Normally, such noise would have almost no effect on his current powerful mental strength, but now it still makes him extremely irritable.

It's as if a countdown has been set up by the outside world.

The provincial capital was rife with undercurrents. He had only purified a dancer without even scratching her, and his mission progress remained completely unchanged.

He tapped the panel.

The words "[Find out the target of the evil spirit]" are still prominently displayed there, and the progress has hardly changed.

There's absolutely no way to proceed with the mission; it's still stuck.

What puzzled him was that if Chi Xiang had no consciousness at all and only knew how to eat frantically, then what could the so-called target of the mission, "to find out the target of the evil spirit," possibly be?

What goals could a monster that only eats have?

Isn't its goal simply to eat?

Once you're full, eat even more, eat your way through the whole city, eat your way through the world?

What is there to investigate?

Zhang Wenhao frowned, suddenly remembering what the fox demon Sesame had said.

"The 'monster' doesn't recognize anything, has no memory, no thoughts, and isn't even aware of its own existence. It only knows how to keep eating and is never full."

That's not right.

How can something that doesn't even exist have a goal?

Unless... this "goal" is not Chi Xiang's own goal.

Could it be that the evil spirit refers to the person behind Chi Xiang who continuously provides it with blood offerings?

Raising a tiger only to cause trouble?

This is the most reasonable guess he has at the moment.

Even if there's no real basis for it, it's still one of the remaining options after eliminating others.

Meanwhile, his father was afflicted with a red venom and couldn't wait any longer.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anxiety back into his chest.

Unless we go straight to the heart of the matter and break into that evil house.

"At worst, we'll destroy everything, delete the account, and start over?"

A flash of crazed ferocity crossed his eyes.

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Anyway, dying in the game is just a matter of consciousness fading away; at worst, you can wake up in the idol again.

The loss is nothing more than the incense offerings; we can always make up for it by gritting our teeth.

Let's go for it!

Whether it's a haunted house or a den of demons, let's just barge in first.

At worst, I'll just die and start over.

Without further hesitation, he plunged into the night, disappearing without a trace.

......

Inside the Huo family compound.

A night breeze swept through the hall, causing the lanterns under the eaves to sway gently.

Huo Changmao was startled awake by the wind, and his drunkenness was suddenly jolted to a jolt.

He was at a loss when he realized he was in his own backyard.

Puzzled, I thought, how could this wine be so strong that it's making me feel so weak?

In the past, I would drink at Xianglou until midnight, then come back and fall asleep immediately. When I woke up the next day, apart from a headache, I was perfectly fine.

He struggled to get up, only to bump into a familiar face.

It was the furious father, the head of the Huo family.

The head of the Huo family stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, his face ashen, his eyes blazing with fury.

Beside him knelt a trembling servant, his head almost touching the ground, his shoulders shrugging, not daring to raise his head.

The Taoist priest stood to the side with a natural expression, looking like he was watching a show.

The Taoist priest sat leisurely in a grand chair under the eaves.

"The traitor!"

The Huo family head's voice boomed out, echoing in the empty courtyard, making the candlelight in the lanterns tremble.

"I've reminded you time and again that you mustn't leave the courtyard until the Taoist priest captures the demoness!"

He pointed at Huo Changmao's nose, his finger trembling, "But you, on the contrary, still wanted to run to that brothel. If it weren't for Old Lady Li inside being careful and having the Chixiang Sect people protect you, you probably wouldn't even have a complete corpse to see today!"

Huo Changmao opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Red Fragrance Cult?

The one who kept feeding him alcohol was a member of the Chixiang Cult.

He recalled that the dancer with light makeup and a soft voice was actually a Christian who was feared by everyone in the city.

The head of the Huo family cursed for a long time until his mouth was dry and his throat was parched before he finally stopped.

He picked up the teacup handed to him by a servant, took a big gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and his chest was still heaving violently.

He then turned to the Taoist priest and apologized, "I'm sorry you had to see this."

His tone carried a hint of shame, a touch of ingratiation, and an undeniable weariness.

The Taoist priest didn't seem to mind, waving his hand and saying, "It's good that the young master is alright."

"only......"

He drew out the word, and a serious look appeared on his face.

"Restricting her activities like this isn't a long-term solution. As long as that witch stays hidden, there's nothing we can do about her."

Upon hearing this, the head of the Huo family also became somewhat anxious and hurriedly asked, "Then, in your opinion, Daoist Master, what should we do?"

Those eyes, usually so calm and shrewd, were now filled with anxiety.

The Taoist priest did not answer immediately.

He slowly pulled a gray piece of paper from his sleeve.

"This piece of paper," Dao Ye held it up to the candlelight, letting the Huo family head examine it closely.

"It can also be considered a talisman. As long as it is always by your side, it can burn away enemy attacks when you encounter danger."

Upon seeing the paper, the head of the Huo family's eyes lit up. He abandoned his usual composed demeanor and hurriedly asked, "Daoist Master, how many of these protective talismans are there? Our Huo family will buy them all!"

When his son got into trouble, he panicked and acted recklessly, not caring about his reputation for the moment.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"I brought quite a lot with me this time, so the patriarch can rest assured."

Having said that, as if a universe were contained within his sleeve, he magically produced many things.

He reached one hand into his wide sleeve and pulled it out, revealing a thick stack of gray paper between his fingers, at least twenty or thirty sheets.

Huo Changmao, kneeling on the ground, was lost in thought.

He wasn't sure if it was the cool night breeze, but he felt a shivering sensation on his neck.

How strange!