Chapter 73 The Tenant of Room 205 (Bonus Chapter 26,000) Yin Xi, was...

Zhou Fangdong opened the [Evil God Disguise Interface], and then he noticed that the pixel animations in the interface had changed.

The original animation featured a pixelated figure who looked very much like him sitting in a shrine with his eyes closed, while many pixelated bald men worshipped the shrine below.

Now, the pixelated figure inside the shrine has opened its eyes.

Not only that, but there were also large shadows on the upper half of his face, his eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and his mouth was curved into the shape of a Nike logo, making him look somewhat evil.

The group of pixelated bald men below seemed oblivious to the changes in the shrine, continuing to kneel and worship blindly.

Below the small animation, next to [Ritual Inquiry] and [Disguised Oracle], [Disguised Evil God's Descent] is also lit up. Currently, only one function remains grayed out.

Although the effect of [Disguised Evil God Descending] is obvious from the name, Zhou Fangdong still checked the details of the function just in case.

[Disguised as an Evil God's Descent]: Disguised as an evil god, randomly descends upon a stronghold of the Heirs of the Bone Society where the aura of an evil god is strong. After the descent ends, based on the final state of development at the stronghold and the remaining sanity, randomly chooses to take a sacrifice back to the apartment.

'The final development status at this base'... In other words, will his strength continue to grow while he's in the disguised evil god descent mode?

That's good.

The last phrase, "remaining rationality," feels a bit dangerous. Could it be that the stronger one is, the lower their rationality becomes?

...But even if I'm not rational, it doesn't seem to be a big problem, since I'm only killing those cultists from the Bone Inheritance Society anyway.

Without further hesitation, Zhou Fangdong clicked on [The Disguised Evil God Descends].

Using [Disguised Evil God Descends] was similar to using the substitute function; Zhou Fangdong only felt a momentary daze before the scenery before him changed.

As his vision gradually cleared, Zhou Fangdong found himself in an abandoned amusement park.

In front of him was a carousel that had stopped operating; the paint on the horse had peeled off, and the machinery was covered in rust.

Colored paper stuck to the ground and broken balloon fragments were everywhere. Drink cans and snack bags were carelessly thrown on both sides of the road. Occasionally, faded flyers were carried by the night wind and floated towards the Ferris wheel in the distance, its outline vaguely visible in the darkness.

...Is this the stronghold of the Bone Inheritance Society?

Because he frequently used the [Linjiang City Map] to check the status of his tenants, Zhou Fangdong quickly remembered the location of the abandoned amusement park.

This abandoned amusement park is also located in the northern suburbs, seemingly near the abandoned hospital where He Yansheng was imprisoned.

Zhou Fangdong originally wanted to wander around the amusement park to see if he could find any cult members and maybe plunder something useful.

However, after trying to walk, he discovered that he could not control his body.

Before he could even be shocked, he felt his vocal cords vibrate, and a deep, unfamiliar male voice came from his mouth: "Have the offerings that the High Priest asked us to prepare been processed?"

Another voice came from beside him: "It's almost all taken care of, and it can be transported over at any time."

Zhou Fangdong felt his head nod, and then he instructed, "Okay, you take some men and move all the offerings out of the haunted house first, then I'll go and take a look around the stronghold... I don't know why, but I feel a bit uneasy tonight."

"OK."

Then the cultist's body that Zhou Fangdong was attached to began to move, heading towards the Ferris wheel in the distance.

Zhou Fangdong was a little disappointed.

What kind of evil god has descended?!

He had thought this fake evil god descent function would be something really cool—a loud bang from the sky, him making a dazzling entrance, punching cultists, kicking sealed objects, and so on.

Now, I don't even have my own body anymore; I can only attach myself to a cult member, and I can't even control the cult member's actions. It's incredibly frustrating.

If he had known it would be like this, he would have preferred to use his Stand ability to go to the Ghost Market.

Just as he was thinking this, Zhou Fangdong suddenly noticed that the cultists had stopped advancing. He then muttered to himself, "Strange, why do I suddenly have an urge to go and check out the ghost market?"

"Sigh, I don't know what the high priest was thinking. He lost so many high-ranking people who had human skin hats and lost four thousand ghost coins, yet he just let that human skin actor go so easily... It would be so much better if he could capture him again, so that he could skin people and make human skin hats again."

After saying that, he sighed heavily again.

Hearing him say that, Zhou Fangdong suddenly realized something—although he couldn't control the cultist's body, his mind seemed to be able to influence the cultist's actions!

Realizing this, Zhou Fangdong began frantically muttering in the cultist's mind, "Where are the supernatural items and ghost coins at the stronghold? Where are the supernatural items and ghost coins at the stronghold...?"

After looping it several times, he felt the cultist he was possessing scratch his head in confusion: "Strange, why am I suddenly thinking about the base's resources? This base is just a place to imprison sacrificial offerings, it doesn't have any resources..."

Zhou Fangdong was furious.

He knew he was unlucky! He couldn't get any useful cards from the gacha pulls, and the random strongholds he got were always in resource-scarce areas—how was he supposed to develop his character like this? Was he supposed to eat offerings like an evil god?

...Wait a minute, it doesn't seem like it's impossible.

Although the offerings prepared by the Bone Descendants Association are mostly living people, there should be other things besides living people, right? Like supernatural items or vengeful ghosts.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fangdong started muttering in the cultist's mind again, 'Take me to see the offerings...take me to see the offerings...'

This time, Zhou Fangdong successfully influenced the cultist. He turned and walked in another direction, muttering to himself, "I'm going to check how the sacrificial offerings are being handled."

The cultist arrived in front of the haunted house at the amusement park.

Many people were going in and out of the haunted house, constantly carrying things out of it.

The closer you get, the more pronounced the strong smell of blood becomes.

Upon closer inspection, Zhou Fangdong discovered that the offerings prepared by the cultists were not even living people, but rather human corpses that had been disemboweled and cleaned. The internal organs of the corpses had all been washed clean and were neatly arranged in categories on the table at the entrance of the haunted house.

The scene looked like a small slaughterhouse.

Some cultists were also seen mopping up the bloodstains on the ground... Judging from the appearance, these sacrifices had just been killed.

Zhou Fangdong's blood pressure spiked instantly.

Damn it, these cultists.

Because Zhou Fangdong's emotional fluctuations were too obvious, the cultist possessed by him also became visibly agitated: "Where's the blood sacrifice? You bastards wouldn't have killed the most important blood sacrifice, would you?"

Upon hearing this, a bald man hurriedly came forward and said ingratiatingly, "No, don't worry, the blood sacrifice is perfectly fine, it's right there."

Following the direction the man was pointing, Zhou Fangdong noticed an iron cage not far from the haunted house.

Inside the cage was a thin, long-haired girl. She seemed to have been deprived of sunlight for a long time; her face was pale, and she appeared malnourished. But her eyes were resolute. Although her hands and feet were cuffed, the scars accumulated on her wrists and ankles over the years showed that she had never given up trying to save herself.

Even before the cultists looked over, she seemed to be fiddling with the shackles on her hands.

Zhou Fangdong heard the cultist he was possessing sneer: "Hmph, keep an eye on her. This blood sacrifice is the key to this sacrifice. We've raised her for so many years, we can't let her escape or die halfway through."

"Understood, understood," the bald man opposite nodded repeatedly.

There's still one living person! We must save her! Zhou Fangdong began to think of ways to control the cultist he was possessing, attempting to seize control of the body with his mind.

The details in the interface say that he can develop after his arrival, so he shouldn't stay in this immobile state attached to the cultist forever.

After confirming that the blood offering was intact, the deacon in charge of this stronghold was about to check the cleaning status of the other offerings when he suddenly felt a burning pain in his skull.

It felt as if countless fine needles were piercing his brain at the same time. He felt dizzy and the scene before him was like a melting wax figure, rapidly collapsing and dissolving in front of him.

He tried to say something, but only meaningless gurgling sounds came from his throat, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat.

All the cultists present noticed the strange change in him, and their expressions all turned extremely terrified.

Suddenly someone screamed, "Oh no! The deacon has been corrupted by the power of the god!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the butler's skin, which had undergone a physical transformation, suddenly burst open. A sticky, mud-like black substance stretched his skin, turning into a giant lump of sludge as tall as a person.

The giant, inhuman mass of sludge rushed into the cultists with a speed completely disproportionate to its size, like a flowing streak of light.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Ignoring the cleaned corpses and entrails around it, the silt greedily slaughtered and devoured all the cultists present.

Tentacles made of black matter shot out from its body. With each flash of light, a cultist's head exploded like a bursting water balloon, and red and white matter splattered on the walls and floor like splashes of paint.

The giant mass of sludge moved swiftly through the crowd, and as it killed more and more cultists, countless distorted human faces began to emerge from its pitch-black body.

The faces that surfaced on the mud were sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, like bubbles that kept rising and bursting. Their expressions were twisted and ferocious, screaming silently, all looking extremely terrified... These faces were all those cultists who had been devoured.

The cultists who had not yet been devoured knelt helplessly and prayed, repeatedly shouting things like, "We are your servants!" and "God, you devour the sacrifices, but don't devour us!"

However, the clump of mud remained completely unmoved, just as a human wouldn't care which nest the ants they stepped on came from, or what identity the humans they devoured were, it seemed to make no difference to them.

However, in the blink of an eye, the area in front of the haunted house became deathly silent.

All the cultists had vanished, leaving only the disemboweled corpses on the table and a huge, indescribable mass of filthy sludge standing in the middle of the table.

The silt slowly writhed, unwilling to leave, as if searching for something.

Yin Xi huddled in the iron cage, trying to hold her breath.

As a blood sacrifice kept by cultists, she witnessed everything that 'god' did and saw firsthand how the cultists, who wanted to summon the evil god to harm people, died because of the evil god instead.

That mass of silt treats all humans equally; to it, cultists are like sacrificial lambs offered to it.

However, no matter how hard Yin Xi tried to hold her breath or eliminate her presence, she could not escape the inspection of that mass of mud.

She watched as the dark mass slowly crawled toward her, and then a human face emerged from the surface of the mud.

Unlike the other grotesque faces that surfaced in the mud, this face was that of a handsome young man.

He stared at her with those lifeless eyes for a long time, and finally opened his mouth, saying hesitantly, "...By the way, what was I thinking of doing just now?"

Yin Xi dared not utter a sound, but even without her reply, the mass of mud surged toward her, and boundless darkness instantly enveloped her.

*

In a warehouse far from the city center, a middle-aged man wearing a melon-shaped hat stood facing the wall, seemingly deep in thought.

Just then, a cultist walked in with his head bowed and said respectfully, "High Priest, something has happened at the abandoned amusement park."

The middle-aged man in the melon-shaped hat wasn't surprised, but asked in a weak voice, "As expected, something was bound to happen there sooner or later. How many members died?"

"They're all dead, and the blood offerings have disappeared, but the god's avatar didn't continue to spread outwards; it vanished into the amusement park."

"Okay, then it doesn't seem too serious."

As their divine consciousness recovers at a faster pace, the power of the scattered divine energy also increases. It's common for the combined divine aura from numerous rituals at a particular location to assimilate the followers into uncontrollable clones; all that's needed is to prepare offerings in advance and control the area.

The middle-aged man in the melon-shaped hat continued, "Let's seal off the stronghold over there for a while, don't worry about it. Let's go prepare the souls I need first."

After saying that, he turned around... This middle-aged man in the melon-shaped hat originally had an ordinary face that was hard to remember, but at this moment, he had no face at all.

His face was just a distorted black vortex, and he no longer looked like a living person.

The followers in front of him did not notice this, or rather, dared not notice it. From the moment he entered until now, this follower had been bowing his head in a very humble manner, maintaining a ninety-degree bow, and had never raised his head.

"Yes, I'll go prepare right away." After saying that, the follower left with his head down.

After the cult members left, the middle-aged man wearing a melon-shaped hat sighed and muttered to himself, "That wisp of soul has lost contact. The anomalies at the apartment are more serious than we imagined. The process of awakening the divine consciousness needs to be accelerated."

"Only when the gods truly descend will this world be mine to possess... to truly be second only to the gods and above all others."

*

In the Liwan Apartment, Zhou Fangdong sat on the bed, feeling a splitting headache.

[Congratulations, host, on acquiring a new tenant: a special tenant, the Blood Sacrifice of the Bone Society]

[This tenant has been detected to have previously rented room 205. They have been automatically placed in room 205. The host is requested to promptly sign a new lease agreement with this tenant.]

Zhou Fangdong quickly glanced at it, then closed the pop-up window and opened the character attribute panel.

Good grief, he was complaining about his headache, it turns out his mental energy bar had dropped by half... Luckily, he didn't have the debuff of losing his mind.

After spending 500 ghost coins to fully replenish his mental bar, Zhou Fangdong breathed a sigh of relief as his headache disappeared.

Using [Disguised Evil God Descends] once, I gained a tenant and destroyed a Bone Society stronghold, so this operation wasn't too bad.

Zhou Fangdong opened the rental page and took a look.

Unlike the other rooms, the pixelated floor plan of room 205, which is decorated in a particularly exquisite and warm way, shows a pale-faced pixelated figure sitting somewhat bewildered on a blue and white floral sofa. Next to her sits a silver-haired old woman, who seems to be comforting her, gently patting her shoulder.

Seeing that the tenant was still awake, Zhou Fangdong took the rental contract for room 205 and sent it directly to him.

It was still dark, and the reason he was in such a hurry was because he was afraid that if he arrived late, something else might happen to the already miserable girl.

Being kept as a blood sacrifice by the Bone Inheritance Society would definitely not be a good experience, and this girl is probably going through the lowest point in her life right now.

The ghost in room 205 is the kind of ghost that absorbs positive emotions. If she breaks down and commits suicide because of contact with the ghost, that would be terrible.