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This Tan Wenjie is the Demon Lord Tan Wenjie, exactly like him, except that he doesn't have the abyssal vines parasitizing him.

When the group gathered around, Demon Lord Tan Wenjie immediately became interested.

“We want to join you,” one of them said.

"Refuge with me?"

"We'll do whatever you tell us to do."

“Alright.” Demon Lord Tan Wenjie nodded, stroking his chin.

Judging from his expression, he definitely wasn't holding back a fart.

"Spinning in place."

"Dance a hot dance."

"Hold your belly button with your right hand, grab your ear with your left hand, stick your butt out and spin around three times."

The group: "..."

Deceiving too much!

They had been burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities along the way, and had never suffered such humiliation before. Just as they were about to turn on their enemies, they suddenly received a new mission notification.

[Ding, Tan Wenjie's mission completed]

[Reward: Divine Blessing; allows you to borrow divine power upon use]

"Um..." one of them said with a serious expression after receiving the task notification, "Why did there be a 'ding' sound?"

Tan Wenjie and Demon Lord Tan Wenjie exchanged a glance.

"..."X2
Great!
Was this feature not originally there? You've added it unnecessarily.

It's clear that the Abyss forces haven't yet developed on a large scale; they probably don't even have the concept of gathering everyone into one space and placing a sphere inside.

Next, everyone followed Tan Wenjie's instructions to spin in place, dance, and touch their belly buttons...

And Tan Wenjie did not break his promise, giving his reward.

As a deity, lending out one's magical power in a nine-out-thirteen-back manner is commonplace. Since it's a waste to leave magical power unused, it's better to generate more magical power from it.

"I feel like I've truly received a blessing from the gods! My skin feels better!"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Although I have methods to improve people's skin, I would never use those methods on someone with a full beard and a buzz cut.

"Can we also receive the support of the forces of justice?"

Having gotten used to being villains, they were somewhat flattered to be suddenly recognized by the side of justice.

With the help of this group of people who didn't seem to be very bright, and the only price to pay was some magic power, Tan Wenjie felt it was all worthwhile.

He handed this group over to Demon Lord Tan Wenjie to study at his leisure, believing that this time he could expose the Abyss's true colors.

As for why no one can tell that he looks exactly like the Demon Lord Tan Wenjie, that's not a problem at all. Superman wore glasses and was still not recognized.

The magnetic field changed, and he was like a different person. Even without using the method of concealing his aura, anyone whose strength was far inferior to his would not be able to see through him.

There is no one in this world who can see through Tan Wenjie.

"We've got a huge advantage now. How can we possibly lose?"

Why did I feel like I was about to lose after hearing that?

"..."

"I feel like something's not quite right."

The group spent a full week completing enough tasks in front of Demon Lord Tan Wenjie and receiving enough rewards.

At night, the crescent moon, tilted to the side, hangs in the sky, casting starlight onto the sea.

A female ghost dressed in a red wedding gown floated on the water's surface, tugging at her clothes and searching around for something.

Finally, she saw a group of people rushing towards her, so she immediately put her hands to her mouth as a megaphone and shouted, "Help! Help!"

The suicide squad members who rushed over suddenly heard cries for help.

"Anyone in the same line of work?"

Their first reaction was to kick someone when they're down.

But then they realized that things were different in this world; they had power bestowed by the gods and should do good deeds.

As long as there are enough rewards, there is no difference between doing good deeds and doing bad deeds.

"Young lady, are you alright?"

"Waaaaah, my name is Wei Xiaodie, and I've been in poor health since I was little."

"Miss, would you like to come up first?"

"After I died, my family married me off to an ugly ghost with powerful magic. Now my ugly ghost husband wants to take me back to marry me."

“Young lady, we are not virtuous gentlemen, and we do not do things to eliminate demons and protect the righteous.”

Ignoring their words, Wei Xiaodie recited her lines quickly and monotonely, as if reciting lines from a script, before hastily fleeing. As she flew away across the water, she managed to send a message: "He's here, gentlemen, help—myself—!"

Everyone: "..."

The beautiful female ghost has vanished.

Dark energy began to gather ahead.

"Please God!"

One person reminded them, and the others immediately realized what was happening, stomping their feet, shaking their heads, and starting to pray to the gods.

They muttered to themselves, some knowing what they were saying, others just trying to fool them; as the magic power was injected, their spirits and energy changed instantly.

The black energy finally gathered and subsided, revealing a emaciated ghost in a green robe.

The other person raised their hands and opened their mouth.

"Awoo!"

It has a mouthful of fangs, but it's not scary; instead, it leaves you speechless.

That's it?

A cold wind blew by, and the leaves fluttered down, as if crows were flying overhead.

"on!"

Who cares? It's a ghost anyway, and it's so ugly. If I dial the wrong number, then the other person is just unlucky.

Streams of magical power flew out, striking the ugly ghost and causing it to writhe on the ground in agony, wishing it were dead.

"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh rang out.

This forced the group, who wanted to move forward again, to stop.

Demon Lord Tan Wenjie appeared on the water's surface, nodding in satisfaction and saying, "You've done a good job."

Everyone: "..."

The ugly ghost flew towards Tan Wenjie, shouting, "You were the one who said I was just going through the motions, but they went too far! They're trying to kill me!"

Demon Lord Tan Wenjie kicked the ugly ghost to the ground, then laughed at the crowd, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I don't know him at all, and I've never seen him before."

Everyone: "..."

“That’s not what you said before.”

"I'll go to you!"

The ugly ghost, kicked over by Demon Lord Tan Wenjie, could only swallow his grievances and get up to fly away into the distance.

"that……"

"We're really not familiar with each other." Demon Lord Tan Wenjie shook his head, then, without giving the others a chance, said, "It's getting late, you should go." [Ding, congratulations on completing the mission.]

As the "suicide squad" members left, Demon Lord Tan Wenjie's smile faded and eventually disappeared completely.

Through them, Tan Wenjie learned the basic sequence of the Abyss invasion and knew that they had already occupied a place in a higher-dimensional space. It was a huge force that could span the entire galaxy and could easily carry out plane invasion, mind corruption, and so on.

If the other side launches a dimensional war, none of the forces Tan Wenjie has come into contact with so far can withstand it; they will be easily crushed like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But Tan Wenjie received more than just bad news.

The group that just now received "divine blessing." As the deity himself, when those people crossed dimensions to lend him power, it meant that they had opened up the coordinates of the dimension, and could easily lock onto a large number of worlds without any investment.

The method he had recently learned—using spam as a "newspaper" to wrap important information—came in handy.

A man named Tan Wenjie walked over from afar. When they reached the Demon Lord Tan Wenjie, both of them couldn't help but sigh.

"So handsome!"

Although they were not used to someone looking exactly like them and being so strong, there was one thing they strongly agreed on: they were handsome and had an extraordinary temperament.

The two Tan Wenjies merged into one.

He also found a way to dismantle the Abyss Bracelet: sacrifice a world and use the power of the Heavenly Dao within it to suppress it.

Thousands of years have passed.

The old village is not much different from before.

The fried glutinous rice stall at the entrance was still doing brisk business. Ayou, wearing a sexy long nightgown and a pair of boxer shorts, was waving a rice spoon and stirring the rice back and forth in the wok.

He turned his head, grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, gulped it down, and then puffed out his cheeks.

"puff--"

It sprays out a mist of alcohol.

When the pot of glutinous rice, cooked at high temperature, came into contact with the alcohol vapor, it immediately burst into flames, and the scorching flames brought out the wok's smokiness in the glutinous rice.

"It smells delicious! Give me a serving of sticky rice."

Upon hearing the sound, Ayou turned around and his face immediately lit up with surprise.

Ah You laughed and asked, "Hey kid, why are you back instead of filming the Corpse-Transporting Duck King?"

"I was bored, so I came back for a bowl of fried rice." The person who came was Tan Wenjie.

He returned to the world of "Zombies," and everything seemed to be almost unchanged since he left. Time was still passing, and apart from Ah You looking a little more颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless,颓废, or颓废). The changes in appearance were minimal, as if he had only been gone for a few days. However, he knew very well that the world had resumed normal operation from a certain point onward.

In fact, a very long time has passed, and the fatigue and aging on Ayou's face are impossible to hide.

When Tan Wenjie thought about sacrificing a world to suppress the power of the abyss with the power of the Heavenly Dao, he thought of this devastating world.

Aside from its devastating instability, the most striking feature of this world is that humans can directly communicate with the will of the world, and that will controls reincarnation in the underworld.

It can trade with souls.

Trading is the only focus.

Today, when Tan Wenjie said he wanted to eat, Ah You's smile grew even wider. He turned around and went back to the counter, starting to stir-fry the dishes again, and Tan Wenjie didn't urge him. He casually found a seat and sat down, as if revisiting a familiar place, meeting and chatting with a friend.

"How have things been lately?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"Business is doing alright, thanks to the support and patronage of the neighbors."

"You know that's not what I meant."

Tan Wenjie's sudden remark made Ayou freeze on the spot, even stopping the frying of rice in his hand.

After a period of silence, Ayou finally spoke: "The situation is terrible."

As he spoke, he was also tossing the wok, as if they were chatting about trivial family matters, but in reality they were discussing the life and death of the world.

Ah-you: "More and more elderly people are dying in the housing estate."

Tan Wenjie: "Put less salt, I prefer a bland taste."

Ayou: "..."

His wok-tossing motion paused for a moment, but he quickly resumed stir-frying over high heat. Fried rice is the best way to see a chef's skill.

Fortunately, Ah Yau was already used to Tan Wenjie's way of doing things and his speaking habits.

"The number of ghost messengers coming to collect souls is also increasing, and many elderly people have been forcibly taken away by them."

Tan Wenjie certainly remembered those ghost messengers; he even had their skins, though he wasn't very strong.

He didn't hide the main reason for his return.

"Boom!"

A bowl of freshly cooked fried glutinous rice was placed in front of Tan Wenjie.

Another bowl was placed on the ground.

Ah-you lit a cigarette and placed it in front of the bowl of fried glutinous rice on the ground.

Amidst the swirling smoke, one could vaguely make out a figure squatting in front of sticky rice, drooling with anticipation; it was clear he had been starving for a long time.

But the figure just stared blankly at the sticky rice, its mouth slightly open, without thinking of taking a bite.

After finishing his work, Ah You turned his attention back to Tan Wenjie.

"That's just how these people are. They don't eat properly when they're alive, and when they die they want to eat but they've forgotten how to eat," Ayou said, sounding like he was complaining, but also like he was expressing regret.

Tan Wenjie picked up the fried glutinous rice, shoveled two mouthfuls into his mouth with his chopsticks, put it down, and said, "I intend to take control of this world."

Ayou, who had just picked up the small wine pot to have a sip, was choked and coughed.

"Cough cough!"

I only poured a little wine into the sticky rice, it shouldn't be enough to make me drunk.

"What did you say?!" Ayou asked.

Tan Wenjie did not intend to hide anything. He wanted to tell Ayou about his current situation, but he also needed to omit the parts that Ayou could not understand. Considering the huge difference in strength between them, Tan Wenjie could not say too much.

"I've run into a bit of trouble, a trouble that requires the power of a world to suppress."

"And then?" Ayou pressed.

"What, and then? That's all, that's the main reason."

That's all Tan Wenjie can say. After all, the difference in their strength is too great, and if he says too much, Ah You might not understand... It's definitely not that Tan Wenjie is too lazy to explain.

Ah You couldn't help but reach out to touch Tan Wenjie's head to see if he had a fever, but Tan Wenjie easily dodged it.

"what are you doing?"

"You've been delirious from the fever!"

"Everything I said is true."

"Okay, even if what you're saying is true, what does that have to do with sacrificing a world? Wait, you're not talking about sacrificing this place, are you?!"

“That’s right.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

Tan Wenjie paused for a moment, and then his figure disappeared.

As expected, the world's will accepted his proposal.

This world is slowly slipping out of his control. When time begins to flow in this world, the time in all of Tan Wenjie's secret realms will also flow away. The cost he will have to bear is too high.

On the rooftop of the housing estate, Tan Wenjie stood at the edge and looked down. The houses looked like small boxes, the vehicles were the size of ants, and as for people, he could only see blurry outlines with the naked eye. It was impossible to see clearly who they were.

The Heavenly Emperor's flame burned above his head.

At the same time, more and more ghost messengers seemed to have received some kind of command and began to gather.

The evil spirits throughout the world were like frightened birds, hiding in streetlights, treetops, and under eaves, peeking out as they saw the ghostly messengers in tattered clothes marching in formation towards the village. (End of Chapter)