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

The watchman took a step forward.

As long as he can calculate the trajectory of the ghost bride's malevolent energy, he can defeat her with minimal cost.

Just then, Brother Long made a move.

He shoved aside the ghost bride blocking his way and strode toward the watchman.

The watcher's gaze was fixed on Brother Long.

Based on past data model analysis: The target character "Rampaging Dragon Bro" has a sneaky fighting style and is good at hiding behind summoned creatures. At this time, the probability of charging is 0.01%, and it is highly likely that he will feint and then escape.

The watcher slightly turned his body, anticipating and blocking Brother Long's escape route.

Brother Long rushed to within a meter of the watchman.

thump.

Brother Long knelt down, his knees hitting the bluestone slab with a crisp sound.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he grabbed the watchman's thighs with both hands and pressed his face tightly against the cold Taoist robe.

"father!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the hall, and the guardian's raised hand froze in mid-air.

"Dad! I've missed you so much!"

Brother Long wiped his snot and tears onto the Taoist robe of the keeper.

He gripped the other person's calf muscles tightly with both hands, and wrapped his legs around the other person's ankles like a snake.

"I'm your long-lost son! Does our Earth Immortal Temple need anyone?"

"Look at my physique, I'm strong enough to work like a horse!"

"Even if I had to refine you into a pill, I'd still be willing to add fuel to the fire for you, Father!"

The watcher tried to pull his leg away, but it wouldn't budge.

Brother Long used all his strength, his entire body like a giant pendant, locking the guard's lower body in place.

[Holy crap???]

[Is this what the cult leader meant by "throwing away your brain"? Brother Long, did you throw your brain into a cesspool?]

[It's embarrassing, but... the BOSS seems to have really crashed!]

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"Let go." The watcher's voice was icy, his previously gentle facade rapidly crumbling away.

"I won't let go! Unless you agree to refine me too!" Brother Long tilted his head back, his face full of greasy sincerity, and even pouted as he tried to kiss the guard's drooping hand.

Extremely disgusting, extremely chaotic, the observer frantically analyzes, attempting to decipher the logic behind this behavior of "recognizing a thief as one's father and accompanied by a desire for death and torture."

Is it a trap? A curse? Or some kind of unknown sacrificial ritual?

In that brief moment of hesitation, Professor Chen let out a loud shout.

"Let's do it!"

The ghost bride disappeared from the spot.

She doesn't need to think, she doesn't need tactics.

All she knew was that the thing in front of her wanted to kill her husband.

A flash of red, and the ghost bride appeared behind the watchman.

She opened her arms and hugged the upper body of the monastery keeper tightly. The biting cold instantly seeped into the monastery keeper's body through his robe.

Just as the watcher was about to struggle, his lower body was locked by Brother Long, and his upper body was imprisoned by the Ghost Bride.

"Old driver!" Lancet shouted.

The experienced driver, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly sprang into action.

Although he was blind, his hearing was extremely sharp at that moment.

He heard the voice of the only still-beating "core" inside the guardian's body.

It's not in the heart, not in the brain, but in the dantian (lower abdomen).

The experienced driver pulled out a boning knife he'd pilfered from the kitchen from his waist, and guided by the sound, took a running start and sprinted.

"Get out of here!"

puff.

The boning knife precisely pierced the watchman's lower abdomen.

The blade sliced ​​through the pulp with a dull thud, like tearing rotten leather.

The watchman's body trembled violently.

A large amount of black ink gushed out from the wound.

That was ink filled with birth dates and times.

"ah--"

The watchman let out a sharp shriek.

He looked down at Brother Long hanging on his lap, his eyes filled with an even more unfathomable emotion.

That madman.

Brother Long raised his head, a smug smile plastered on his face, all traces of his previous "filial piety" gone.

"Hehe, just kidding."

Brother Long let go and rolled on the ground.

"Wife, tear him apart!"

The ghost bride dug her ten fingers into the watchman's shoulder blades and forcefully tore them apart.

Sizzle, like a sticker being violently torn apart.

The guardian's body split open from the middle, and the perfect human skin slipped off, revealing a rotten and blackened bamboo skeleton inside, as well as yellow paper filled with red incantations that filled his chest cavity.

In the very center of those yellow papers, a jet-black, still pulsating tumor had been pierced through by a boning knife.

The wind inside the main hall stopped.

All the gray-robed paper-figure Taoist priests stopped moving at the same time, frozen in their attacking stances.

[System notification: Congratulations to the player for defeating the elite boss "The Watcher".]

[Dropped Items: Painted Skin (Fragmented) x1, Earth Immortal Temple Inner Disciple Token x1.]

Brother Long lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

"Damn it... I've never been this humiliated in my life."

Lancet walked over and looked down at the wreckage on the ground.

She kicked the pile of yellow papers with her toe.

"efficient."

Professor Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and picked up the token from the ground.

"He's just a doorman."

Professor Chen looked into the depths of the main hall, where a huge bronze incense burner was now emitting black smoke.

"The real trouble is yet to come."

A deep, muffled rumble came from the darkness deep within the main hall.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the huge bronze incense burner, and thick black smoke billowed out.

Instead of dissipating, the black smoke seemed to come alive, swirling around the incense burner and coalescing into distorted human faces.

Those are the wronged souls imprisoned beneath the incense burner.

"Step back."

Professor Chen pulled Brother Long and the old driver backward.

Liu Yedao stood still, staring at the bottom of the incense burner, his brows furrowed.

"The voice is off," said Willow Leaf Blade.

"What's that sound?" Brother Long asked.

"The sound of liquid flowing." Lancet pointed at the incense burner.

"The previous sound was an upward inhalation, but the current sound... is a reverse flow."

The voice just fell.

Glug, glug, a large amount of dark red liquid overflowed from the crack in the incense burner.

These liquids are viscous, have a fishy smell, and make a sizzling, corrosive sound when they come into contact with the ground.

Those gray paper figures that were frozen in place immediately melted like snow meeting boiling water once they came into contact with these liquids.

The yellow paper inside them quickly turned black and rotted, eventually turning into pools of black water that flowed into the red stream on the ground.

"Is this... recycling?" Professor Chen's expression changed.

"The guardian is dead, and the original production line has been shut down." Professor Chen spoke very quickly.

"It's now violently collecting all the 'raw materials,' preparing to forcibly refine the elixir!"

With a rumble, the wall behind the main hall suddenly slid open to both sides.

A crater with a diameter of over 100 meters was exposed.

At the edge of the pit, nine enormous iron chains connect the nine surrounding mountain peaks, with the pit at its center.

In the very center of the crater, a giant heart, over ten meters in diameter, was suspended and still beating.

This heart is made up of countless individual limbs, heads, and torsos forcibly sewn together.

Countless arms waved across the surface of the heart, and countless faces wailed across the surface of the heart.

The red liquid flowing from the incense burner flowed down the grooves in the ground and into the pit, irrigating the enormous heart.

The heart contracts violently.

Boom!

The muffled heartbeat resonated in the chests of everyone present.

Brother Long clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Brother Long was utterly horrified.

At that moment, a human face on the surface of the giant heart suddenly opened its eyes.

The face was located directly above the heart, its features distorted, yet it was still vaguely recognizable as the hunchbacked, dead innkeeper from before.

Then, more faces opened their eyes.

There were villagers from Fenghun Village, residents of Haiwu Town, and those faceless craftsmen.

Thousands of eyes were simultaneously fixed on the four people standing in the main hall.

"Hungry……"

Millions of voices converge into one.

"I'm so hungry..."