This actor is full of tricks.

The room's layout was similar to the previous two, the only difference being that it was filled with angry roars.

Passing through the narrow corridor, you reach the room where the shrine is stored. Lin Jue lifted the curtain and walked in openly. Since this group of cultists did not appear in the story, he directly switched to Zhou Yue's appearance.

To his surprise, there was only one cultist in a red robe kneeling alone in front of the shrine.

"No white-robed cultists? Could it be that the cultists we encountered in the tunnel were from this room, and I've already killed most of them?"

Lin Jue coughed lightly, attracting the attention of the red-robed cultist.

The other party turned around. It was a ghost with a very ordinary appearance. If it were emanating black energy, you could easily mistake it for a human.

He looked Lin Jue up and down: "Lost soul, what brings you here?"

"I sensed my father's call. He told me to enter the elevator of this building at midnight to find my way back to life," Lin Jue fabricated his answer, drawing on his previous encounter with the cultists.

But this red-robed cultist was clearly not easy to fool. He continued to scrutinize Lin Jue, asking, "Tell me, why did you sense your father's call?"

"Because this world is unfair!" Lin Jue gradually became angry: "I am a doctor and I run a clinic. I believe that I am very responsible for every patient and do my best to treat their illnesses. But those patients are ungrateful. They hide their mothers' leukemia from me during consultations, making me mistakenly believe that they have periodontitis."

"After their mother died of leukemia, those guys actually came to my clinic and caused trouble, calling me a quack and saying I had no medical ethics. They stirred up trouble at the clinic and tried to force it to close down!"

Lin Jue recalled Zhou Yue's experience at Yongye Tower, putting himself in Zhou Yue's shoes. The anger and helplessness in the face of the unreasonable patient's family members emanated from his every expression and movement.

"But why! They were the ones who concealed their illness, so why should I be held responsible? Why did the patients I treated before choose to stand idly by? They all said I was a good doctor after I cured them, but when the good doctor they spoke of was slandered and humiliated, not a single one of them stood up to speak for me."

“That’s not fair!”

Lin Jue became more and more agitated as he spoke, his eyes bloodshot and his fists clenched tightly. He was like an angry beast, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him apart.

"Then I heard my father calling me. He told me that killing those who are unjust would solve all the injustices."

"So I came here to follow my father's instructions and become his most devout follower!"

He looked like someone blinded by rage, clinging tightly to any glimmer of hope for revenge, even as everything around him seemed terrifying.

Perhaps it was because the monster in front of him couldn't think that far ahead. If a normal person were here, they would definitely ask Lin Jue questions like why he wasn't afraid.

"Good!" The red-robed cultist cast an admiring glance at him. "You spoke very well. Father has seen all the injustices you've experienced, and he will help you resolve them. Coming here will be the best decision you've ever made." Lin Jue looked very obedient. He looked around, feigning great confusion. "But why are you the only one here? Are we the only ones who follow Father?"

"You can't imagine how many followers Father has. His believers are in the surrounding cities, offering him their most sincere gifts and awaiting his arrival." The red-robed cultist's face was full of fanaticism.

"Where are all those believers? How long until Father arrives?" Lin Jue asked, seizing the opportunity. This might be the last subplot in the Father's story, and he needed to find out as soon as possible.

“When the sacrificial spirit arrives, and the blood-red night descends, Father will come into the world.” The red-robed cultist spread his hands, and Lin Jue noticed that the other man was tightly clutching a pair of bleeding ears.

"And the other believers, they..." At this point, the red-robed believer suddenly stopped, staring intently at Lin Jue: "Why are you asking so many questions? This is not something a newcomer like you should know."

This guy has some intelligence, but not much.

Lin Jue changed the subject, pointing to the still-bleeding ears in the other person's hand: "What is this?"

The red-robed cultist carefully opened his hands as if holding a precious treasure: "These are the ears of a sinner, filled with hatred and resentment, the best offering to the Father."

“This was brought back by another believer. Like you, she suffered from the injustices of the world, but her father guided her to take revenge on all injustices. Now she has offered three pairs of ears. When there are enough sacrifices, her father will grant her one wish.”

He then looked at Lin Jue: "You are the same. Since you have chosen to become a believer of the Father, you also need to offer sacrifices to the Father, kill those who have caused you injustice, cut off their ears and bring them back. If you gain the Father's approval, he will grant you any wish."

As he spoke, the flesh and blood in the room began to writhe, emitting seductive sounds filled with hatred. The believer he was referring to must be Wang Qingya. Wang Qingya entered the room and offered the ears of her enemy to her benevolent father in revenge. She must have believed the red-robed man's words and wanted to use the sacrifice to resurrect her grandmother.

Although it was just a guess, Lin Jue felt that it was pretty much the case.

What resurrection nonsense? It's just a bunch of lies to fool people. Qin Lang, the director of the mental hospital, has been searching for ten years and still hasn't been able to resurrect his dead children. The hooded man, Black Soldier, controls an entire village and sacrificed eighteen brides using evil magic, but he only managed to restore a sliver of sanity to Wu Xiumei. To think that offering sacrifices can bring someone back to life is simply a fantasy.

If Renfu really had that ability, Qin Lang would probably have come knocking on his door before Lin Jue even had a chance to make a move.

"Oh, I see." Lin Jue looked enlightened, then hesitated and said, "But I'm a very timid person, I don't dare to kill anyone."

He stared longingly at the pair of ears in the red-robed cultist's hands: "How about this, I'll give you the ears in your hands and offer them to my father. That way, my father will remember the two of us, and it can be considered a newcomer's perk that you've given me."

Upon hearing this, the Red Robe Cultist replied incredulously, as if he had heard a joke, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I said give me the ear you're holding," Lin Jue repeated, then clicked his tongue. "Fine, fine, you don't seem too keen on it. I'll just take it from you." (End of Chapter)