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According to their family legend, they guard the embryo of the true god. There, all the gold in the world resides.

However, the offspring of the true god died before they could be born, and thus became monsters. Those scratched or bitten by them will turn into immortal monsters, suffering eternal torment.

Their clan later mastered a method to obtain the gold from the true god's demon child. They used people made of sacrificial dough to deceive the demon child, and then took the opportunity to steal the gold from the gold wrapped in the back of its waist.

However, this method is by no means foolproof.

Even the decline of the family was directly related to this method. Countless core members were eaten by the demon in the embryo of the true god because they obtained the demon's gold, or were injured and returned to the ground and became monsters.

Now that his father was desperate, he remembered the taboo that the clan absolutely could not continue.

The father found the basement where his grandmother had been imprisoned. Twenty or thirty years had passed, and it was now a ruin, with tree roots even growing there.

But the old grandmother was still not dead. Her whole body was wrapped and pierced by the tree roots, but her heart was still hanging on the tree roots and beating slowly.

The father tried to wake up his grandmother's head, which was no longer recognizable as human. The grandmother did wake up. Her eyes were gone, and she had no teeth left, but she was still involuntarily chanting the name of the Demon Child.

"Haska~" The voice was like a chilling wind blowing from the depths of hell.

The father burned down the entire basement, sending his grandmother to her final rest. Then, he led his son through layers of obstacles and found a hidden door underground.

Overwhelmed with tension and excitement, the father and son were panting heavily. Finally, they worked together to open the hidden door, and a beam of blood-red light shone out.

In that underground space more than ten meters high, the surroundings were not stone walls or soil, but blood-red, constantly writhing, flesh-like things.

"Remember! You must abide by the taboo!" the father instructed his son, then lowered the rope.

Once they reached the bottom, their feet were stepping on the constantly writhing flesh, and the father was covered in sweat.

He sprinkled flour to draw a circle as a barrier, then took out a dough figurine that had been sacrificed, and the father and son began to chant the name of the demon child.

"Haska~"

"Haska~"

"Haska~"

Suddenly, there was a noise behind the son. Just as he was about to turn around, his father grabbed his head and said, "Don't look!"

A four-limbed monster, resembling a charred black shadow, crawled down from the reddish, writhing wall.

He coveted the father and son, but dared not cross the circular barrier drawn with flour.

The father and son kept their heads down, not daring to look at the demon's face, because according to the clan's rules, anyone who had seen the demon's face would eventually go mad and commit suicide.

They lowered their heads, trying to see the demon's feet, and then seized the opportunity to suddenly throw the dough figurine aside.

The demon suddenly pounced on the dough figurine, grabbed it, and put it in his mouth, chewing it greedily.

Taking advantage of the situation, the father yanked on a black leather pouch at the back of the demon's waist, and a handful of gold coins fell out. The father picked up four or five coins and then quickly darted back to the flour mill.

"Hurry! Climb!" The father and son climbed desperately up the rope. When they reached the ground, they slammed the hidden door shut, shutting out the demon's roar. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief.

The two were drenched in sweat as if they had been pulled out of the water, and they were listless and dizzy, as if they had not rested for several days and nights.

Thankfully, it was all worth it. With these four or five gold coins, we can live comfortably!

However, money coming too quickly can make people lose their drive to work hard.

Logically, with those few gold coins to exchange for money, and with that capital to start a small business, life should look promising.

But small businesses can't earn as much as this kind of risk-free business.

Besides, the father and son had been indulging in gluttony for quite some time and couldn't stand such an ordinary life anymore.

We have to go again, we have to go to the ancestral land to get more gold, and this time we have to get more!

Once again, it was a close call, but this time the father got eight coins!

However, the father and son's ambitions grew, and their spending became even more extravagant, exceeding their previous expenditures even faster.

Why not pull off one big heist? Then I won't take that risk again!

My son suggested we make more dough figurines!

As long as the demon doesn't finish eating too quickly, there will be more time to extract more gold coins from that skin.

The father and son descended into the embryo of the true god once again, this time bringing with them more than a dozen dough figurines!

"Haska~"

"Haska~"

"Haska~"

However, as the father and son chanted, more than a dozen demonic Haskas emerged from the wall of flesh!

"Quick! Run!" Knowing he had made a terrible mistake, the father threw down all the dough figurines, lifted up his son, and told him to climb up the rope as fast as he could.

However, it was too late. The demons quickly devoured the dough figurines, faster than ever before, and then they began to destroy the dough rings.

The father poured all the flour from his bag onto his son, yelling, "Get up! Hurry!"

The son was too frightened to speak, but he mustered all his strength to climb up to the ground.

Looking back, the demons had already destroyed the dough ring, pulled the father, who had climbed halfway down, and immediately surrounded him, frantically devouring him!

"Father!" the son cried out in anguish.

The father stretched out a hand and struggled in vain, shouting indistinctly, "Close...close the secret door!"

The family's mission was to guard the embryo of the true God, but at some point they were controlled by greed and abandoned their responsibilities, which led to the family's decline.

Now, make sure the secret door is locked! Fulfill your final duty!

"Bang!" The son slammed the hidden door shut, sobbing uncontrollably. He rested for a while before leaving, utterly dejected.

But a short while later, a fat man came over.

He was a merchant who exchanged gold coins for fathers and sons.

He had never seen gold of such high purity before, and the design of these gold coins was also too strange and crude.

He suspected that these two poor guys might be hiding something.

Unexpectedly, this follow-up trip yielded results.

In fact, this place was very difficult to find. The fat merchant had long lost his way after wandering around and was about to give up, but his son's cry of "Father" gave him direction.

He found the hidden door surrounded by scattered flour.

"Haha, could it be that those two paupers hid their treasure here?" The fat merchant excitedly opened the hidden door.

……

Siam is a country where Buddhism is prevalent and still very prosperous today.

As night fell, a group of monks dressed completely differently from ordinary monks, with two white ivory lines painted on their faces, carried a magnificent bamboo palanquin on which lay an unconscious, richly dressed young girl.

The monks walked silently along the secluded and quiet road, while some passing families or believers knelt down and chanted scriptures they had never heard before.

After walking for more than an hour, the group arrived at the cave on their body.

Stalactites and stalagmites appeared one after another, and the leading monk began to chant scriptures, but his voice did not sound human.

As they walked and chanted, they slowly reached a dead end, but the stone wall suddenly opened up, leading them into the belly of a huge mountain.

Here stands a huge statue.

On the lotus pedestal crouches a deity with a long nose, large ears, an elephant's head, and a human body.

The monks made a cut on the girl's wrist, letting the blood trickle down, while they prostrated themselves and chanted scriptures.

After a short while, the elephant-headed god's eyes opened slightly, and its long trunk twitched gently, revealing tiny, barbed teeth, just like those of a leech or lamprey.

The terrifying long nose began to extend, reaching towards the wound on the kind woman's wrist to sip her blood.

……

A small town in Hokkaido, Japan.

A young girl is taking a bath in the bathroom... Yes, that's the kind of scene often seen in Japanese manga. Use your imagination to picture it.

Suddenly, she smelled an indescribable stench.

"Ugh, it stinks! What's that smell?" She didn't care about anything else and immediately grabbed a bottle of crystal perfume and sprayed it on herself.

This perfume has a gorgeous design and is expensive, but most importantly, it has a captivating fragrance.

Ever since she sprayed this perfume that supposedly makes anyone fall in love with her, the girl's luck with men seems to have skyrocketed.

I earned one million Dongyuan this month!

So much so that the girl felt the world was disgusting and unpleasant if she didn't spray it for a day.

But today, for some reason, she felt as if she were tainted with filth, and the stench was impossible to shake off. It even drove the girl to the brink of madness; all she wanted was to get rid of this utterly repulsive stench.

She rubbed and scrubbed until her body was bright red, but she seemed to be in a frenzy, gritting her teeth and rubbing herself incessantly, not even caring that her skin was broken, swollen and bleeding.

Finally, she even picked up the razor she usually used to shave her legs... and soon the bathtub was covered in bright red blood.

As the girl involuntarily and frantically self-harmed, a strange psychic energy transformed into extraordinary spores, which seemed to drift out of sewers, vents, and other places along some kind of trajectory.

Meanwhile, in the center of this small town, dozens or even hundreds of women have experienced the same thing.

Their lives and spirits transformed into extraordinary spores, which eventually converged at the top of the communications building in the city center, becoming a swollen, deformed, and twisted terrifying plant.

This plant spread its spores throughout the city, turning people into nutrients and multiplying and growing wildly. It quickly transformed from something that required spiritual vision to be seen into a physical entity that could be seen with the naked eye!

At this point, the situation was out of control. Plant roots broke through the road, and countless people who had smelled the fragrant spores began to turn into skeletons!

A young monk, dressed in a Japanese monk's robe, with his hair still intact and leaning on a staff, stood on a nearby building with a solemn expression.

"It seems we can't avoid making a big fuss now."

He thrust his staff into the concrete of the rooftop, and with his hands forming a mudra, he began chanting the mantra: "Nahubannaya... Dhritarashtra of the Blazing Flame King!"

A burst of flame shot out, soaring into the sky and igniting countless extraordinary spores in the wind.

However, the giant psionic plant on the opposite building was unaffected by the flames; instead, it spewed out a large amount of strange liquid, extinguishing the fire. Countless tentacles of varying lengths then pierced towards it like spears and blades.

"The Peacock King, the Guardian Deity!"

Immediately behind the young Dharma body appeared a seven- or eight-meter-tall, golden Peacock King Dharma body. This is the secret transmission of Konoha East, a guardian deity that corresponds to one's destiny.

……

The world has begun an irreversible and terrifying transformation without anyone noticing.