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

He actually broke in so easily, is he now the mastermind behind destroying everything? This journey has been too smooth.

From the moment he entered until now, he hasn't encountered a single decent resistance.

Those believers in their grey and white linen robes were as fragile as weeds that had been pulled out.

It went so smoothly it was almost unbelievable.

How could an organization that has been entrenched in the provincial capital for so long be so easily defeated?

The more this happened, the stronger his unease became.

He raised his head and stared directly at the indescribable mass on the altar.

The altar was surrounded by torches, and the thing was perched on a stone platform.

The stone platform is about three feet high, as if it were being held up high by someone.

The demon had no fixed shape; sometimes it contracted, like a heart about to shrivel; other times it resembled a twitching stomach...

Its surface had a greasy sheen, as if it had been soaking in a swill bucket, making one's stomach churn at the sight.

At the center of the cluster, a restless vertical pupil.

Even if mental strength is multiplied in the game world compared to the real world, one can still feel uncomfortable.

A strange sense of unease!

He remembered the four masked men at the door, and how they concealed even their eyes...

No wonder most of the believers, who were only mildly contaminated, wore blindfolds.

If ordinary people were to stare directly at this thing, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Zhang Wenhao suppressed his nausea and slowly condensed a strong wisp of green smoke in his hand.

No matter what you are, burn you to ashes!

Although his cultivation level is high now, his means of direct attack are very limited. Most of the time, he focuses on converting evil spirits.

This time is no exception.

He took a deep breath and aimed his palm at the wriggling red fluid.

[Ding! You have used the "Red Fragrance" Poisoning Technique]

【The spiritually cultivated Green Lamp God, you must finally confront the culprit behind everything】

[Ding! Mission progress increased]

Where the blue smoke touched, the scarlet surface began to bubble.

Unlike the converts or previous believers, this time the blue smoke was exceptionally aggressive.

They hissed at the lump of red liquid like nimble venomous snakes.

The moment he touched the vertical pupil, he could hear the sensation of boiling water being poured onto oil.

It makes a "buzzing" sound.

Its surface began to ripple violently as it struggled to escape.

The smoke grew stronger and stronger, and the cracks on the surface of the red paste increased, causing fragments to fall off.

Then, it started to melt.

The size of that thing was shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye.

From the size of a round table, it shrank to the size of a millstone, then to the size of a washbasin, and finally shrank into a lump of blackish-red charcoal.

[Ding! You have successfully converted the "Red Fragrance" demon]

[Incense Power +500]

[Ding! Mission progress increased (70/100)]

Zhang Wenhao lowered his hand, his palm still slightly warm.

He carefully scanned the altar, but the voice in his mind left him somewhat puzzled.

You've already eliminated the demon, but the mission progress still hasn't reached its peak?

He frowned, reopened the task panel, and those words were still prominently displayed there, the progress bar stuck at 70% without moving.

Completely baffled, he activated his Distorted Eyes, spreading his divine sense throughout the entire provincial capital.

The hazy view suddenly expanded, like an invisible giant eye rising from above the haunted house and slowly sweeping across every inch of the entire provincial capital.

The few scattered red dots that were originally there have all disappeared.

Even in the most severely affected incense tower, not a trace could be seen.

Indeed, even the parasitic seeds have disappeared.

Why is the task progress still at 70?

Zhang Wenhao withdrew his divine sense, stood in front of the altar, and frowned more and more.

He approached the altar, but still found nothing unusual.

Only a charred remnant remained on the stone platform, devoid of any life.

He used the smoke to protect his hands and gently picked up the piece of residue.

[Ding! You have picked up the remains of "Monkey's" flesh.]

[Quality: Broken Spirit Item]

[Effect: The remaining power of the blood-eating food seems to still have some effect; one can try refining it by ingesting it]

[Introduction: As the old saying goes, animal carcasses can all be eaten; those that taste good are food, and those that don't are used as medicine]

After looking at the panel, Zhang Wenhao was almost certain that this thing was completely dead.

However, to be on the safe side, he decided to keep the scraps.

"Why is it that even a dancer in a brothel is heavily polluted, while the majority of the people in this haunted house are only lightly polluted?"

Zhang Wenhao pondered to himself.

The only explanation is that the heavily contaminated people are like the tentacles that this evil spirit is pushing out.

Those who are only slightly contaminated can stay near this thing and continue to be corrupted.

"In any case, those who were only slightly contaminated should have recovered by now..."

He stopped thinking about it and chose to leave the game world.

Meanwhile, in that simple little fishing hut.

The statue in Wei Hongyao's arms suddenly lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed.

She was still in astonishment, staring wide-eyed at the idol in her arms, her fingers carefully tracing the repaired crack, trying to confirm whether what she had just felt was just her imagination.

Ah Yun stared blankly, lost in thought.

She sat on the prayer mat, remembering that the temple god had disappeared in the same way last time.

He left so suddenly, without even a goodbye.

She remembered clearly that one hundred years ago at dusk, the Temple God stood on the ruins of Cangling Village and said to her, "Take care of yourself."

Then the figure faded away, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind, never to be found again.

She waited for a long time.

a hundred years.

She waited until her hair turned white, until all her old friends left, until no one in the village recognized her anymore.

Thinking of this, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I don't know when we'll meet again.

Is it still a hundred years?

She lowered her eyelashes and remained silent.

Wei Hongyao noticed her unusual behavior, opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back.

The fisherman's hut fell silent, with only the sea breeze seeping in through the cracks in the door, causing the candlelight to flicker.

......

Fragrant Pavilion.

In the private room on the third floor, the sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments still lingered, creating a romantic atmosphere in the dim candlelight.

Several richly dressed playboys lounged on a soft couch, holding wine cups in their hands and uttering nonsensical nonsense.

The table was a mess of cups and plates.

A dancer was spinning in the hall, her water sleeves swinging open and then retracting, her waist twisting like a willow branch.

As the music reached its climax, she suddenly spun around, her flowing sleeves billowing high—

Then, her hand froze.

Her body swayed, her knees buckled, and she fell straight down.

"Thump!"

The dull sound drowned out the music.

The hall was initially deathly silent, then erupted into chaos.

"what!"

The girl who was closest screamed and dropped the wine jug she was holding.

The dancer, who had been dancing gracefully, suddenly collapsed.

Her eyes were still open, and that smile still lingered on her lips, but she was lifeless.

"What's wrong? What's wrong!"

The curtain was lifted, and the old woman, Li Ma, rushed in, her face powder unable to conceal her panic.

She glanced at the dancer on the ground, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

These are members of the Red Fragrance Cult!

What happened?!

......

The same scene was happening simultaneously in other private rooms of the incense shop, in residences throughout the provincial capital, and among those believers who had been severely corrupted.

One by one, they fell irreversibly.

Once the demon dies, there's no hope for them.