You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

The watchman fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere inside the hall became tense once again.

At this moment, Lancet silently took out a small glass bottle from his inventory without saying a word.

The bottle contained half a bottle of black, foul-smelling, viscous liquid.

It turned out to be the pool of black water that the clown doll had turned into at the end, which Liu Yedao had collected at some unknown time!

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Liu Ye Dao unscrewed the bottle cap, walked to the enormous bronze incense burner, and poured all the black liquid from the bottle into the burner.

"Sizzle—"

A plume of black smoke shot into the sky from the incense burner.

The air in the entire hall instantly became extremely polluted.

【？？？？？】

[Sister Liu? What are you doing, Sister Liu?!]

Holy crap! They're practically throwing excrement at someone's ancestral grave! Are they completely giving up on acting?!

Everyone was stunned by Lancet's earth-shattering move.

Brother Long was so frightened that he almost died on the spot.

Grandma!

We're here working hard to reason with people and play the logic game.

You actually flipped the table?!

But the guardian remained standing there, staring blankly at the incense burner that was constantly emitting black smoke, his perfect smile cracking more and more.

A hint of confusion flashed in his empty eyes.

There seems to be absolutely no contingency plan in place for this situation.

Professor Chen was taken aback at first, then clapped his hands and laughed.

"Brilliant!"

"Wonderful!"

"Young friend Liu, you are truly a remarkable person!"

He understood the lancet's intention.

If his own strategy was an "open strategy," it was playing a logical game with the other party within the framework of the rules.

So, this move by the lancet is "breaking the law"!

It is to use the most filthy things to break this most evil method!

The core of offering incense at Dixian Temple is sacrifice.

It involves using the lifespan of a living person to complete a transaction.

This was a very "clean" and very "sacred" ceremony.

Meanwhile, the lancet poured in a bottle of black water that was concentrated with the resentment of countless corpses.

It's like you're preparing a top-notch Michelin-starred feast, and someone takes a dump in your soup pot right in front of you.

This soup is completely filthy.

This sacrificial ritual is corrupted from the very beginning!

The logic of the guardian is to guide those destined to complete the "sacred" sacrifice.

Now, the "sacred" offerings have been contaminated.

Then the sacrificial ceremony could no longer continue.

【Ding! 】

A crisp system notification sounded in everyone's minds.

The scene rule "Offering Incense" has been completed.

[Completion method: ???]

【evaluate:???】

You are temporarily granted permission to move freely within the Earth Immortal Temple.

The cracks on the watchman's face grew wider and wider.

His aura began to become unstable.

He stiffly turned his head to look at the lancet, as if he wanted to say something.

But Lancet simply calmly put the glass bottle back into his inventory and then said...

"I am a forensic pathologist."

"In my view, all corpses, no matter how they are disposed of, should ultimately be treated equally."

"You have destroyed this equality."

"I simply let it return to its rightful 'dirty' state."

It's rare for Lancet to say so much.

Having said that, she ignored the guardian who was on the verge of collapse and turned to examine the magnificent hall.

Just as the cracks on the Watcher's face were about to spread across his entire face, a higher-level program within his body was triggered.

The confusion and bewilderment in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a stagnant emptiness.

The cracks on her face healed as if time had reversed, and she returned to her flawless face with a gentle smile.

He gave the lancet a deep look, then without saying a word, turned and walked to one side of the hall, where he stood motionless.

He actually gave up on guiding.

Or rather, he concluded that these unconventional individuals had lost their value as guides.

Brother Long breathed a long sigh of relief and gave Liu Yedao a thumbs up.

"Sister Liu, you're awesome!"

"For this move, I, Brother Long, declare you the strongest!"

Lancet did not respond; her attention was completely drawn to the great hall itself.

The group began to cautiously explore the place.

The structure of the main hall was far more complex than they had imagined.

In addition to the central incense burner area, there are several side halls and corridors connected around it.

The gray-robed Taoist priests who had been chanting scriptures at the entrance of the main hall were now scattered in various corners of the hall.

Some were wiping the floor, some were repairing the runes on the walls, and some were muttering to themselves at the empty walls.

Everyone ignored the presence of Brother Long and his group.

It was as if they were merely non-existent air.

"This place is more of a 'factory' than a Taoist temple."

Professor Chen observed and spoke in a low voice.

"A factory that produces 'immortality'."

"Look at those Taoist priests."

Professor Chen pointed to a gray-robed Taoist priest who was meditating.

"He appears to be practicing breathing exercises, but listen carefully."

Everyone listened intently.

Sure enough, the sound coming from the Taoist's mouth and nose was not breathing.

Instead, it was an extremely faint "whoosh" sound, like a bellows being pulled.

His chest did not rise and fall normally.

"Paper dolls." The scalpel cut to the chase.

"Their bodies are made of paper."

"That's right." Professor Chen nodded. "But look at his face."

The group moved closer, and by the faint green light from the dome, they could finally see clearly.

The Taoist's face wasn't painted on; it was a genuine human skin.

The skin's pores, texture, and even some small scars are clearly visible.

This human skin, using some unknown method, was perfectly attached to the paper-mache head, making it look extremely eerie.

What's even more chilling is that this face... they seem to have seen it somewhere before.

"It's...it's that old man without a chin who sat next to us under the stage in Fenghun Village!"

Brother Long suddenly remembered something and exclaimed in surprise.

That's right!

Although this skin has been altered, its unique face shape and eyebrows are absolutely unmistakable!

A storm of emotions instantly surged in everyone's hearts.

Is it...

They immediately ran to another Taoist priest in gray robes who was wiping a stone pillar and lifted the straw hat he used to cover his face.

It was another familiar face—the woman holding the dead baby.

The dried tear stains still remained on her face.

One after another...

Everyone looked at each of the gray-robed Taoists; they recognized every face of each one from under the stage in Fenghun Village!

Those damned spectators!

They were all skinned and made into these paper figures who work in the Earth Immortal Temple.

[My God... So the story of Fenghun Village was just a "talent selection meeting"?!]

The chosen "distinguished guests" will be refined into elixirs. Meanwhile, the ordinary ghostly spectators will be skinned alive and turned into "workers" here?!

[The Earth Immortal Temple... they don't even spare ghosts!]