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

Zhang Wenhao slowly arrived at this so-called haunted house.

From afar, he spotted the gray wall.

And there's the stone beast guarding the house with its eyes covered.

Zhang Wenhao stood on the street corner for a while, his gaze sweeping from the top of the wall to the base of the wall, and then back from the base of the wall to the lintel.

Sure enough, pedestrians on the road avoided it like the plague.

It's a main road, but in this area, pedestrians seem to have agreed to take a detour.

The wonton stall in the distance still had its lights on, and steam was rising from the pot, but the stall was facing slightly off to the side, with its back to the haunted house, as if it were afraid of seeing something it shouldn't see.

Several masked men dressed in hemp stood at the doorway, not looking around, as if they were dead.

It doesn't even show its eyes, standing like a statue.

Zhang Wenhao narrowed his eyes.

He quietly opened his vertical pupils.

The view suddenly changed, and a hazy halo enveloped the entire street.

Shift your gaze to the four masked men.

Surprisingly, neither of them showed much red fluid covering their bodies.

There were only a few faint wisps, which could be considered mild pollution.

Unlike Zhang Mingyuan and Huo Changmao, whose terrifying appearance extended from their hearts to their entire bodies.

They are living people!

He was not corrupted by popularity, nor did he lose his mind; he was merely an ordinary believer.

Zhang Wenhao was increasingly astonished by the bizarre Crimson Fragrance Cult.

【O spiritual being, you too seem perplexed by this strange, eerie house. Venture inside, and you will find the answers you seek!】

[Ding! Progress of the "Find the Target of the Evil Spirit" mission (20/100)]

The progress bar is moving!

Zhang Wenhao's eyes lit up.

Indeed, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Although the incense tower was safe, there was still no progress.

This seemingly heavily guarded and terrifying headquarters of the Red Fragrance Cult actually yielded quite a few results.

The two of them didn't whisper to each other; they just stood there blankly. It was unclear what they were guarding against.

The night wind blew by, and the hem of their linen clothes swayed gently, but their bodies remained motionless, completely unaware of the impending danger.

The next moment, the two of them twitched as if electrocuted and then collapsed.

There was no sound, no struggle.

Zhang Wenhao launched a "bitter attack" against them.

A wisp of smoke silently escaped from between their fingers and seeped into the two limp bodies.

Their fingers twitched, and a smile slowly crept onto their lips. They had witnessed once again the happiest thing in their lives.

The two experienced their happiest moments at the same time.

It was a masked man in black, speaking in a rough voice, making grand promises to them.

Lady Akaka will give you everything you want.

The man in black stood on the high platform, the firelight reflecting off his veil, revealing only his bloodshot eyes.

His voice was hoarse yet powerful and penetrating, as if it had the power to bewitch people.

A huge crowd knelt below the stage, all roaring, shouting, and frantically kowtowing to the statue covered by a black cloth.

They didn't know what the so-called "Red Fragrance" was either; they just roared along with the people shouting under the lights.

They don't understand.

They didn't care who Chi Xiang was.

What they care about is "everything they want".

Zhang Wenhao glanced down at the two men, but didn't linger.

After the two men fell, Zhang Wenhao did not hesitate at all. He clutched the life-saving money that could conceal one's fate and slipped into the haunted house.

The door wasn't closed completely, leaving a narrow gap, just enough for one person to squeeze through sideways. He slid in close to the door, his toes landing as lightly as a cat's, without making a sound.

Inside the door lies a completely different world.

The moonlight couldn't penetrate; the courtyard wall was too high, framing the sky as a thin white line hanging overhead, unreachable.

Directly opposite the main gate is a straight passageway leading into the depths.

Stone lanterns stood on both sides of the passageway, but instead of oil, they burned grayish-white candles, which made people's faces appear deathly pale.

Zhang Wenhao walked along the passageway without stopping.

The guards inside were all dealt with by Zhang Wenhao in a subtle and ruthless manner.

Every ten steps or so, one or two believers in grey and white linen robes stood guard at the corner. Like the four people at the door, they were silent, stiff, and motionless.

As Zhang Wenhao passed by them, he gently lifted his finger, and a wisp of smoke silently entered their foreheads. Before they could even react, they collapsed limply.

No one made a sound.

There were no alarms, no shouts, not even a muffled groan.

With his vertical pupils open, he groped his way toward the deep red slurry.

In the vertical pupil's field of vision, the red fluid grew thicker and thicker, from initially as thin as a hair, gradually converging into lines as thick as a finger, and then from lines into rivers as thick as an arm, surging in from all directions and converging in the same direction.

He went upstream along the red slurry.

We are getting closer and closer to a place that resembles a shrine.

The narration in my mind kept playing.

[Task progress increased]

[Task progress increased]

......

At the end of the passageway was an archway, the doorway dark and obscuring the view inside.

Zhang Wenhao stepped over the threshold.

The red fluid in his eyes grew increasingly thick, to the point that his eyes were almost completely covered in blood red.

The only thing in sight was red. Red liquid surged in from all directions, converging at the center of the altar.

He squinted, trying hard to see what it really looked like.

"Who is it!"

A loud shout came from the direction of the altar.

The people in the haunted house finally noticed something amiss, and the sound spread.

Immediately afterwards, torchlight shone from all directions.

A large group of people, carrying torches, approached.

They surged in from the passageway, from the side door, and from the shadows, surrounding Zhang Wenhao completely.

Zhang Wenhao looked around at those distorted, crazed eyes.

Will these strange people fight back?

He thought they were all blindfolded!

Thinking it over, he reached out and took off the life-saving coin.

In an instant, a powerful aura exploded from his body.

The destiny of the Earth God of Fortune unfolds.

Golden light surged forth, coating his figure with a magnificent divine aura.

Blue smoke rose from the soles of his feet, swirling around him like awakened serpents, raising their heads and exhaling.

The believers stopped in their tracks.

The torchlight dimmed in the face of the rising smoke, as if its heat had been extinguished by something.

Zhang Wenhao didn't wait for their reaction.

He raised his hand, and blue smoke surged out like a tide, rolling towards the nearest row of believers.

Next up is the ultimate grass-cutting spectacle.

Wherever the blue smoke passed, hemp clothing burned to ashes, and flesh and blood turned into flying ash.

Before the believers could even scream, they were enveloped in blue smoke, as if thrown into an invisible furnace, and instantly turned into nothingness.

All believers, regardless of their level of contamination, were burned to ashes by the blue smoke.

Zhang Wenhao had lost all interest in distinguishing right from wrong; he didn't care who could be saved or who deserved to die.

His eyes were filled only with that red, that thing that was still slowly pulsating.

Torches fell to the ground, crackling in the ashes.

He was the only one left in front of the altar.

And there was that still-wriggling, scarlet, enormous monstrous mass.

He actually broke in so easily, is he now the mastermind behind destroying everything?