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The next second, inside the carriage, apart from the background sounds of the train moving and the flames burning, there was only the sound of Su Yuan's hands fluttering as she danced.

Su Yuan first wove a complete human skeleton.

From the skull to the finger bones, the size and proportion of each "bone" perfectly replicate the standard of a normal human. If you didn't look at the material, it would be almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Next, Su Yuan began filling the skeleton with "muscles".

He wrapped and wove the straw in a special spiral pattern to simulate the fiber direction of human muscles.

Biceps brachii, pectoralis major, rectus abdominis...

He precisely "stitched" the smooth lines of "muscles" onto the skeleton, making the originally thin skeleton quickly become fuller and more three-dimensional.

Throughout the entire process, Su Yuan did not use any tools; he relied entirely on his own two hands.

The scarecrows Old Mike made were just a bunch of junk stuffed haphazardly into sacks and propped up with wooden poles; they were incredibly crude.

However, the organs stuffed inside the scarecrow were real people, while Su Yuan only used straw.

Before long, a lifelike scarecrow appeared in front of him.

It has a youthful, well-proportioned physique, long limbs, and every curve of its body exudes power.

Although it is made entirely of straw, its surface is smooth and flat, and under the light, it even has a faint jade-like luster.

If it weren't for the lingering scent of grass and trees, probably no one would be able to tell that this is a person made of straw.

"Done!"

Su Yuan clapped his hands, looked at the masterpiece in front of him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He walked around the scarecrow, examining it carefully from head to toe, becoming more and more satisfied with it.

"This skill is absolutely amazing!"

Su Yuan couldn't help but boast a little.

【Master... this... did you make this?】

Xiao Huo's voice rang out again, filled with disbelief.

It had just witnessed the whole process, but even now, it still couldn't connect the perfect "sculpture" in front of it with that pile of ordinary straw.

"Otherwise what? Did you do it?"

Su Yuan raised an eyebrow smugly.

Unfortunately, this scarecrow, though perfectly shaped, is ultimately just an empty shell without a soul.

It is still missing one crucial element.

Su Yuan's gaze fell on the "Scarecrow Heart" on the table.

This still-beating heart is the key to giving it "life".

Su Yuan picked up the dark red "Scarecrow Heart" on the table. It was warm to the touch, and he could feel its powerful pulsation.

An eerie aura emanated from above, seemingly beckoning something.

"It's you."

Without hesitation, Su Yuan stretched out his finger and gently traced a line on the scarecrow's sturdy chest.

The once perfectly sealed "skin" surface suddenly cracked open with a neat gash, revealing layers of straw "muscles" underneath.

He carefully placed the "scarecrow's heart" into the incision.

The moment the heart made contact with the scarecrow's body, a strange thing happened!

The heart itself melted like a candle, turning into countless dark red streams of light that spread throughout the body instantly along the fibers of the straw!

The originally golden straw began to change color rapidly after being exposed to these shimmering lights.

From golden yellow to light brown, and then to a healthy color close to human skin.

Now it really looks like a human, except it's a pale, bloodless one.

Moreover, his facial features were completely blank; he had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth, just like a flat pebble.

Su Yuan then tossed in three more coins, knowing that the little fat boy couldn't come out on his own and that only the coins could temporarily get rid of him. Soon, a wisp of green smoke rose, and the money-guarding spirit jumped out.

"Welcome back, dear patron."

The guardian spirit had been alone for countless years and hadn't reacted yet, so Su Yuan acted so quickly.

But the next second, when it saw the body in front of it, its entire spirit body stiffened and seemed somewhat unsteady.

"How is it? The body you requested is ready!"

"Does our deal still stand? If it doesn't, I'll just hire some random ghost to do my work."

The chubby boy immediately panicked: "It counts! It counts! Why doesn't it count?"

It never expected that Su Yuan would not only move so quickly, but also produce such an exceptionally high quality body.

What it didn't know was that Su Yuan later awakened a talent for perfect stitching.

Now the chubby boy can not only move into this body, but also get a basic feel for eating, drinking, and excretion.

There's a saying that goes something like this: I can tolerate darkness, but only if I have never seen the light.

Now that this opportunity is right in front of it, its eyes are practically red with impatience.

Su Yuan then took the opportunity to ask about the matter of decocting flesh and blood into medicine.

The chubby boy's pupils visibly contracted as he looked at Su Yuan. At the same time, he finally realized the faint aura emanating from him.

It wasn't left behind by Su Yuan after his battle with the evil god, but rather because the other party actually obtained a blood and flesh decoction.

The money-guarding spirit's darting little eyes were fixed on the glass bottle in Su Yuan's hand. The chubby face no longer showed any trace of its mercenary smile, but instead had a complex expression mixed with shock, fear and greed.

"My lord... how... how do you have this?!" Its voice changed, becoming high-pitched and thin, with a noticeable tremor.

Su Yuan toyed with the flesh-and-blood decoction in his hand. The deep purple liquid in the bottle flowed slowly, exuding a strange allure.

Instead of answering directly, he asked in return, "What? You recognize this thing?"

The money-guarding spirit nodded heavily: "This is an extremely dangerous thing, and it could very well lead someone down a path of no return."

Then the money-keeper told Su Yuan a story from the past.

It didn't understand Azik, it was just instinctively afraid of evil gods, but it had witnessed the birth of another evil god.

"I haven't seen how Azik ascended through the path of the evil god, but I have seen the 'Pain' path of another evil god."

"The ninth sequence of that pathway is called 'The Sufferers'."

"To get promoted, you first have to be sober enough to take a knife and cut off pieces of your own flesh one by one, without dying, and you have to stay conscious."

"Then peel off the skin, roll it in a pile of coarse salt, until the pain is so intense it feels like your soul is about to split open."

"That's just the physical aspect," the money-guarding spirit's voice lowered, ""The spiritual aspect is that they must build a happy family with their own hands, raise children, cherish their wives, and when their feelings are at their deepest... then destroy it all with their own hands."

"Only in extreme pain and despair can the potion be digested and its sequence advanced."

"How is the sequence divided?" Su Yuan keenly grasped the key point, and at the same time recalled the information he had seen on this flesh and blood decoction, which was called "Madness".

The money-guarding spirit composed itself, seemingly organizing its thoughts: "The path of sequence, from nine to one, the smaller the number, the higher the rank. Each advancement requires undergoing a more brutal trial. This bottle in your hand is the key to becoming a 'Flesh Trialer' of Sequence Nine."

"As for the corresponding path of the evil god Azik, I do not know, but for something to be called an evil god, this path is probably by no means simple."

It paused, then added, "However, my lord, the path of sequence is not limited to the Evil God. The Church of the Righteous God, the Ancient Secret Societies, and even some powerful alien races all have their own extraordinary sequences. It's just that the potions of the Evil God path are the easiest to obtain, but also the most dangerous. Moreover, it has been too long, and I don't even know if these beings still exist."

Su Yuan nodded thoughtfully; this was roughly what he had guessed.

He shook the bottle in his hand and asked, "Do you have any way to deal with the side effects of this stuff?"

Upon hearing this, the money-guarding spirit shook its head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "There's nothing I can do, my lord! This is the power of an evil god! There's no solution!"

It looked at Su Yuan and earnestly advised, "My patron, I advise you not to touch this thing. Your talent and potential are already extraordinary enough; there's no need to take this risk. Where am I supposed to find a patron as good as you then?"

Su Yuan smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

He was certainly aware of the risks involved, but he also saw the enormous opportunities behind them.

"Alright, I understand the situation." Su Yuan changed the subject, pointing to the lifelike scarecrow. "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's get down to business. The body is ready for you, now how do we get you in?"

The money-guarding spirit's attention was immediately diverted; it looked at the perfect body, and its eyes gleamed with longing once more.

It rubbed its chubby little hands together and chuckled, "Simple! My patron, all you need to do is use this body as a container, and I'll guide you in from the outside!"

"Okay, you can begin then."

"Alright!" the treasure-guarding spirit replied, its entire spirit transforming into a wisp of green smoke and burrowing into the scarecrow's forehead.