[System prompt: Player Bai Liu obtains the identity in the dungeon (heir of the evil god)]

【Player Bai Liu activates the main quest. 】

[Main quest: Ask the evil god's successor to find the two anchors that carry the old evil god's soul and flesh within seven days, and offer sacrifices to each other on the houseboat on the day of the evil god festival to complete the evil god festival.]

Bai Liu slowly opened his eyes.

He stood at a coast, and all he could see was the pitch-black sea. The waves rose and fell and hit the shore of the harbor, and the waves made strange sounds of breaking water. Suddenly, in the darkness, a heavy drum sound came from behind Bai Liu:

“Boom!”

The left side that Bai Liu glanced at suddenly lit up, and a round-bellied lantern with white characters on a red background and flat fonts slowly lit up.

The candlelight in the lanterns swayed left and right. The drumbeats behind him suddenly became more intense. A deep male voice hummed an unknown mysterious tune in tune with the drumbeats. The round lanterns above Bai Liu's head lit up one by one, illuminating the dark night sky.

The scene suddenly became bright, and the things that were previously hidden in the darkness emerged one by one under the warm orange candlelight.

Bai Liu looked around. Above his head were intertwined strings of lamps, with lanterns hung at certain intervals above them, interweaving into a huge net of lights.

The neatly cut colored paper decorations were tied to the sides of the lanterns and hung down, swaying in the sea breeze and making sounds like tinkling bells. The candlelight flickered, blurring the bustling scene around the white willow.

There were dozens of male drummers on both sides of Bai Liu. These drummers looked young and strong, with muscular bodies. A thick white cloth rope hung on their sturdy necks. The rope was passed over the shoulders and tied to the gold-plated rings on both sides of the red drum body of the Taiko drum, which was as wide as a millstone in front of the waist.

The drummers sang in unison from their chests, forming a strange singing tone. They held the drumsticks in their hands and smashed them down with great force, and the drumbeats became more frequent.

Finally, all the lanterns were lit up, making the night seaside as bright as day.

The originally quiet bayside became bustling with people as the lanterns were lit up. There were all kinds of small stalls on the street, displaying small bells tied with red strings, amulets with different functions, incense candles, apple candies, and various strangely shaped masks of gods. The best-selling one was a mask of an evil god with white hair, blue eyes, and a compassionate and young face.

The vendors were busily selling novel and interesting festival items, and tourists dressed in formal festival attire were everywhere, laughing and chatting about something:

"This year's evil god festival is really lively."

"Of course. The annual Evil God Festival is the biggest event in the town. Thanks to the blessing of the Evil God, the people in our town can realize their wishes and live better and better."

"… It has been ten years since the evil god descended upon our town and we built a shrine to worship him."

"This year happens to be the tenth year of the Evil God Festival, so it is particularly grand. The person presiding over the ceremony is the one who is recognized by everyone as the most likely successor to the Evil God..."

"He was just a sacrifice that was sold here. Now he can preside over the evil god sacrifice, which is a great achievement. I heard that he escaped before, but I don't know why. He didn't cherish the great care and gift from the gods, but wanted to escape instead. It's really..."

"Let's not talk about him. I don't know which children will be offered as sacrifices to the Kaigishen Shrine this year. I really want to go and try my luck. I wonder if I can be lucky enough to draw a sacrifice that belongs to me. I have many wishes that I want the evil god to help me realize."

"You are so greedy. Didn't you achieve one last year?"

"But you can never have too many wishes. Last year's wishes are last year's, this year's wishes are this year's. Anyway, I don't have to pay for the realization of the wishes, haha."

Bai Liu was standing on a wooden platform close to the sea. This should be a stage used for religious performances. He was the only one on the platform. He was wearing a black and white religious ritual costume, which was somewhat similar in style to the Japanese-style hunting robes he had seen before, but more refined and complicated than the hunting robes.

In his hand he held a Kagura bell that was hung with golden round bells. His white sleeves were wide and long. The sea breeze blew through his cuffs, blowing his entire clothes and the strands of hair on his forehead, and the bells were also shaken by the wind.

The wind is cool, the water is cold, and the golden bells are ringing.

Below the platform were pedestrians talking loudly and laughing. In front of the platform was the endless black sea. A faint swaying orange light could be seen on the horizon, as if there was a ship anchored on the sea.

“Boom boom boom—!”

After a drum song ended, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind the wooden platform where Bai Liu was. He turned around and saw the man raising his hand with a ferocious look, ready to slap him hard.

Bai Liu dodged quickly and moved to the side, but as soon as he moved, the system prompted:

[System warning: Resistance violates the player's (heir of the evil god) identity settings, please do not resist! ]

Bai Liu felt that his body was fixed in place and unable to move. He took the slap from the man head-on, and his left cheek was turned away. The corners of his pale lips were cracked, and drops of blood rolled down and dripped onto the ground.

"Useless fellow!" The man scolded Bai Liu fiercely, "How can you stop in the middle of the rehearsal of the divine sacrifice! This is a great disrespect to the Lord Evil God!"

Bai Liu lowered his head with his eyes drooping, and did not raise his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and did not say a word.

Seeing that Bai Liu didn't say anything, the man was furious again. He was about to kick Bai Liu in the waist, but when he saw the expensive ritual clothing on Bai Liu, he stopped the kicking action. He held back his anger and pointed at Bai Liu's nose and asked:

"The first act of the evil ritual will be performed in seven days, and you can't even remember the moves of the opening dance. If anything goes wrong during the ten-year evil ritual, even if you are the most likely successor to the evil god, we will put you in chains and sink you to the bottom of the sea as an anchor for the shrine!"

The man sneered: "I know you are most afraid of water. If you don't want to be tortured like that, then practice well!"

After saying that, the man left with his sleeves swung, and coldly ordered the two servants who lowered their heads and were obviously a little afraid of him: "Help him down to change his clothes, and let me take care of the wound on his face."

"Don't let him sleep tonight. Practice the sacrificial dance for me a thousand times. I want to see him perform the sacrificial dance perfectly before he goes on stage tomorrow."

A young attendant raised his head tremblingly: "But Lord Yuchuan, Bai Liu hasn't rested for three days. He was punished by you yesterday and hasn't had a sip of water until today. If he doesn't rest..."

Yu Chuan glanced gloomily at the little attendant.

The little servant's shoulders trembled immediately, and he lowered his head obediently: "I understand. I will supervise Bai Liu's dancing all night until he can meet your requirements, my lord."

Yu Chuan glanced at Bai Liu with annoyance, hummed, and strode down from the platform. Two young servants came forward and supported Bai Liu.

One of the attendants who had just spoken for Bai Liu carefully poked his head out to make sure that Yuchuan had come down from the platform and walked straight into the town without looking back. He heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at the pale-faced Bai Liu with concern: "Are you okay? Can you still stand?"

Bai Liu shook his head slowly: "It's okay."

It was not until the boat left that he regained control of his body; before that he was unable to move.

It seems that this copy has stricter role-playing requirements for players than the previous copy in Yinshan Village. No behavior that is inconsistent with the role can occur. Once it occurs, the system will forcibly take over the body.

...With such a clear requirement for him to follow the path of the evil god's successor, plus the theme of (Evil God Festival), it seems that Bai Liu is really impatient.

"How can you be fine?" The little attendant started to chatter as soon as he saw Yuchuan leave. He couldn't hide his worry on his face. "Yesterday you stepped on the wrong beat, and Lord Yuchuan made you dance all day without eating or drinking. Today you went on the stage without closing your eyes. From the afternoon rehearsal to now, you swayed several times in the middle of the rehearsal. I thought you would fall off the stage directly."

Following the little servant's explanation, Bai Liu indeed felt a kind of weakness in this body caused by not taking in sugar and water for a long time. His head also began to feel a little dizzy. He held the little servant's hand and closed his eyes and breathed twice before he adapted to the weakness.

The young attendant was startled when he saw Bai Liu close his eyes, and quickly took out a handful of candy from his sleeve: "This is the konpeito I bought at the celebration just now. I secretly hid it in my sleeve and brought it here. Eat a few first to calm yourself down!"

Bai Liu opened his eyes slightly, and he took it and swallowed a few.

The sticky sweetness of the candy and the scratchy feeling of the hard candy across his dry throat made him cough a few times the moment he swallowed it. The little attendant looked at Bai Liu with more and more distressed eyes: "Let's sneak back to the boathouse later. There's no one supervising there. You can eat something and rest for a while."

"Houseboat?" Bai Liu's eyes turned and he asked inquiringly, "Where is it?"

The young attendant reached out and touched Bai Liu's forehead, and asked worriedly, "Bai Liu, do you have a fever and feel dizzy?"

"You don't even remember where the boathouse is?"

"The houseboat is where we, the sacrifices that were bought, lived when we were little."

The little attendant sighed, "But it's normal that you don't remember. You have never returned to the boathouse since you were taken away by Master Yusen five years ago. You have been living in the shrine in the town as the successor of Master Evil."

Bai Liu lied calmly, "I remember now, but wouldn't a houseboat, where sacrifices are kept, be strictly guarded when a sacrifice is taking place? Why is there no one supervising it?"

"Originally, this is a place that is strictly guarded in the boathouse." The little attendant sighed, "Bai Liu, you really got confused from practicing dancing. Have you forgotten that tomorrow is the first day of the seven-day evil god festival?"

"There will be no one supervising the houseboat tonight."

The young servant raised his head with no emotion on his face: "Because the people in the town will go to the houseboat and scramble for the sacrifice frantically."

"——This is the beginning of the evil god festival, the night festival of the ship palace."