Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Over the past few centuries, that evil spirit has begun to infiltrate, especially after the resurgence of psychic energy. Although the hotel still contains it, it has become its hunting ground and embodiment.

Anyone who enters the hotel and whose spiritual vision exceeds 6 points will be affected by the hotel.

Over the years, dozens of people have died here, their souls devoured by evil spirits, their spirits trapped inside, becoming puppets. Like that Axe Jack!

This is somewhat like the treacherous accomplices of the Celestial Empire.

In China, the souls of those eaten by tiger spirits cannot escape and become the spirit's servants, helping the tiger lure people to be eaten. This is known as being an accomplice to a tiger.

Judging from Jack's ability to chase Danny into the dream world, the hotel evil spirit is not far from escaping.

This thing is extremely adept at breaking wills and manipulating people's minds. If it were to escape, it would be impossible for hundreds not to die.

Zhao Hao intends to rid the people of this scourge.

Meanwhile, in the hotel, a tall, thin man was kneeling on the ground, his eyes glazed over and his expression erratic, his hands gripping the table leg tightly. He was Bill, this year's winter caretaker.

Bill's consciousness has begun to become incomplete; evil spirits are rewriting his soul.

Meanwhile, his wife and daughters in the hotel were living in constant fear. They had begun to sense that something was wrong.

If the evil spirits in the hotel hadn't wanted to stay a little longer to get through the long winter, they would have died tragically within three days of checking into the hotel.

After struggling in vain, the tall, thin man finally became the hotel's accomplice, holding a sharp knife in one hand and a burning torch in the other, and began searching for his wife and daughter with a sinister smile on his face.

The game begins, and here comes the hotel evil spirit's favorite part...

"Ahhh! Bill, don't hurt Lisa!" Driven by her strong determination to protect her daughter, the mother kicked her husband down the stairs and then ran for her life with her daughter in her arms.

But when she reached the warehouse, she found that the snowmobile's battery had been sabotaged. She huddled with her daughter, shivering, and despair gripped her.

"Ahem, do you need help, Madam? You don't want to... ptooey!" Zhao Hao dared not utter those words easily. These ladies all seemed to know what they were doing, each one remarkably decisive.

"Ah!" Zhao Hao's sudden appearance startled the mother and daughter.

Their shouts attracted Bill, who was searching for them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Bill pounded on the door with a pickaxe.

"Haha, come out! I know you're in there~"

"Lisa! Lisa! It's Daddy! Open the door for Daddy!"

"Damn it, why won't you open the door! Are you even my son? Trying to play dirty tricks on me..."

"Bitch! Open the door! I know you're in there! I'm going to burn you alive!"

"Is there any hope for this thing?" Zhao Hao appeared silently behind him, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and lifted him up.

"You're that bitch's lover?! Go to hell!" Bill drooled as he kicked his feet, still waving his torch and pickaxe, but Zhao Hao easily shook them twice, and his bones almost fell apart.

Zhao Hao's psionic energy transformed into a small hand, which burrowed into the back of Bill's head and rummaged around inside.

"Ha, it's completely empty."

Although the person is not dead, they have been completely drained. Only most of their spiritual essence remains.

In other words, this person is now half a soul-bound corpse.

The so-called "soul-binding corpse" is a technique of Voodoo cult in South America, which binds the soul of the dead within the corpse, forming a bizarre artificial zombie with astonishing combat power and few weaknesses.

Some powerful Soul-Binding Corpses possess Black Iron 5-star combat strength, making them quite formidable even in the surface world.

"In that case, there's no way to save him." Because he's no longer whole.

Zhao Hao gave a gentle push, and the tightly closed warehouse door opened.

Zhao Hao, carrying the now motionless Bill, approached the snowmobile and said, "Madam, your husband has been possessed by an evil spirit and is beyond saving. Although I have a solution, it may have side effects. Now, you decide..."

The method Zhao Hao mentioned was spiritual replenishment. He would use his own artificial spirituality to replenish the spirituality that Bill had lost.

Similar to those hardcore gamers who lost to their favorite games.

But they are all veteran players, all superhumans, and most of them are people who died in the real world.

Zhao Hao had never performed this kind of "surgery" on a living, ordinary person before. Of course, there was no chance of anything going wrong.

But just like Zhao Hao said, there are aftereffects.

From now on, a part of Bill belongs to Zhao Hao. He can be summoned to Zhao Hao's side whenever needed.

Just like Zhao Hao's game character, when Zhao Hao isn't controlling him, he's free and can move around as he pleases. But when Zhao Hao is controlling him, he becomes Zhao Hao.

An alternative form of Minotaur!

A new idea, and also a random chess piece.

In the end, the lady tearfully chose to "save" her husband, Bill.

After all, he was corrupted by evil spirits, which is why he harmed the mother and daughter.

Zhao Hao silently vowed in his heart: Readers above, I will absolutely not descend upon you during your married nightlife!

The hotel evil spirit became aware of Zhao Hao's presence the moment he captured Bill.

Even when Zhao Hao was talking to the mother and daughter, it couldn't detect him.

It's clear that although he's an old evil spirit, he's been imprisoned for too long and hasn't fully escaped yet, so he's not worth mentioning to Zhao Hao.

Of course, being a bronze-level character, such opportunities to harvest resources are rare.

While Zhao Hao was working to complete Bill's spirituality, the evil spirits in the hotel began to riot.

Led by Jack the Shining, at least seventy or eighty demons emerged from the hotel and surged toward Zhao Hao like an army.

Men, women, and children, dressed in finery, covered in blood—there was something for everyone.

Zhao Hao snapped his fingers, and the thick snow began to churn, from which snowmen of various shapes crawled out, heading towards the evil spirits. Enlightenment Technique!

After setting up a small protective barrier for the three of them, Zhao Hao walked into the hotel.

Upon entering the hotel, the scene begins to change. From opulent grandeur, it transforms into a place filled with cobwebs, dusty floors, damaged walls, and bloodstains.

The space became very large, with many pillars and curtains appearing, and whispers could be heard.

With just one punch from Zhao Hao, the several hundred square meters of space around the Thunder God's Roar seemed to collapse and the earth crack.

The entire hotel began to collapse. Zhao Hao ignored it and continued walking down the steps in front of him.

A thousand-year-old evil spirit, without a physical form, like a dark shadow.

Evil spirits that can subtly find loopholes in people's minds and bewitch them.

As Zhao Hao reached the last step, a shadow silently loomed over him, trying to cover his entire body.

The evil spirit has unleashed its full power, even absorbing dozens or hundreds of evil spirits outside the hotel, all for this one moment.

If I can successfully possess this person, I'll be free! I'll also have a bronze-level body! Invincible!

The next second, one of Zhao Hao's eyes transformed into a Sharingan and began to spin. The shadow struggled frantically but was absorbed into the Sharingan.

Enderman Zhao Hao: Thanks for the treat. Although you're a noob, the food was delicious!

……

While Zhao Hao was causing minor trouble, Hell was experiencing a major uproar.

First, the Lord of the Flies had been lying in wait for several years, finally creating a loophole and planting the plague in the Pope.

If the Pope dies, his soul will belong to the Lord of the Flies. What an ironic scene!

God's most faithful shepherd fell into the hands of Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies.

The Pope is now imprisoned by them, partly out of fear of the psychic plague, and partly to try to preserve his soul.

This is certainly not just a matter of saving face for the Lord of the Flies; the forces of Hell will use this incident to greatly damage the strength and morale of the Holy See in the outer world.

Once this spirit is lost, those low-level priests and pastors are easily prone to religious turmoil and become prey for those devils and demons.

And then there's the Mourning Box, nearly three hundred of them, most of them in Europe, and thousands of people have already died because of it.

Their souls are imprisoned in Leviathan's torturous labyrinth, becoming potential hellish monks. Thus, the influence of Leviathan, the demon of envy, is rapidly increasing.

Furthermore, there are reports that the seventy-two demons that King Solomon once swore an oath to have also reappeared...

Chapter 495 The Snake Man Festival, Old Saipan Dies

South America is a very special region in the world.

Before the Age of Exploration and the discovery of the New World, no one knew that such a vast land existed in the world.

But this place does indeed have its own civilization.

However, the continuation of civilization is not always smooth sailing. In fact, it is fraught with difficulties and setbacks.

In the 15th century, Columbus, guided by some unseen force, traveled through many countries before finally gaining the support of the King of Spain and setting sail with his fleet across the vast ocean. Ultimately, they discovered this continent that had never been seen before.

That's right. Before the period of psychic dormancy, no one knew that such a continent existed in the world.

It wasn't until the period of psychic dormancy began and some barriers disappeared that this "LAN game was added to the entire server."

At that time, the isolated land of South America could be roughly divided into three ancient civilizations.

They connected with each other yet fought each other, a bloody and cruel affair.

They are the Aztecs, Mayans, and Incas.

They multiplied in tribal forms, engaging in bloody battles and capturing prisoners to use as sacrifices. At that time, human sacrifice was almost commonplace throughout South America.

For minor festivals, they would offer sacrifices to two or three people as a token gesture. However, for major festivals or particularly important ceremonies, they might even wage war to capture enough prisoners.

On the towering Step Pyramids of South America, priests used special sacrificial knives to kill offerings in various ways to appease the gods.

No one felt there was anything wrong with it; even their own people volunteered to sacrifice themselves, considering it a great honor and a respectable sacrifice, so that their souls could stay with God afterward.

Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the three civilizations in South America could have thrived. Calling them domesticated livestock wouldn't be an exaggeration.

In earlier times, their beliefs and pantheons were very diverse, ranging from animal gods to ancestral gods to various nature gods and deities of unknown origin.

There were sun gods, fish fathers, darkness gods... so many. But in the end, Quetzalcoatl unified the beliefs of that region of South America.

From Peru to Mexico, the dominant religion across the entire South American continent has become Quetzalcoatl.

Those who are extraordinary or belong to extraordinary races call him the Serpent Father, the creator of the Serpent People and the Lizard People. He is also the god behind the blood sacrifices.

At that time, the entire South American continent was basically under the control of the Serpent Father. The local people were all just puppets of the lizardmen disguised as priests under his command, and their fighting and sacrifices were nothing more than a performance.

Except for a small number of people and deities who escaped to North America, almost all the other gods and tribes were either incorporated into or wiped out.