Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Meanwhile.

In Yunzhou City, in the old city area, there is a six-story old residential building called "Jinxiu Jiayuan".

Second floor, room 202.

Li Hao, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes, sat in front of his computer, frantically typing away. On the computer screen was a video he had been editing and rendering overnight.

The video's title is extremely eye-catching, using bold, blood-red text:

A shocking scam! Exposing the fraudulent Qingyun Temple! Unveiling the shady money-making scheme behind feudal superstition!

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon..."

Li Hao chugs Red Bull while staring at the progress bar, his eyes gleaming with greed and madness.

Once this video is released, combined with the spread of yesterday's live stream recording, Qingyun Temple will be utterly destroyed! And he will not only get that 50,000 yuan in illicit money, but also use this massive surge in traffic to increase the value of his account tenfold!

To make the video cover more impactful, he just printed out a huge poster on A3 coated paper.

At the very center of the poster are three large black characters written in calligraphy: 【Qingyun Temple】.

Above the three characters "Qingyun Temple", he drew a huge, blood-dripping "X" with a red marker!

"Perfect."

Li Hao held the A3 sheet of paper, admiring it with pride.

Just then, his stomach started to protest. He'd stayed up all night and hadn't even had a hot meal. He casually ordered takeout, checked the time, and figured the delivery guy should be here soon.

To make it easier for delivery drivers to find him, he simply walked over and casually taped the A3 sheet of paper with the three large characters "Qingyun Temple" printed on it to the center of his security door.

That way, the delivery driver can see it immediately when they come upstairs.

After doing all this, Li Hao turned around and went back to the living room.

He had just rented this apartment last year. In order to create a spacious live streaming room and photography studio, he not only demolished the wall between the living room and bedroom without permission, but also illegally demolished a section of a load-bearing wall in pursuit of a sense of space.

The renovation workers absolutely refused to do it, saying the building was old and demolishing a load-bearing wall would cause a major accident. Li Hao simply stuffed an extra two thousand yuan into their pocket and forced them to demolish it.

More than half a year has passed, and nothing has happened. Li Hao has long since put the matter out of his mind.

"Ding-dong—"

Doorbell rang.

"The takeout is here!" Li Hao perked up and got up to open the door.

however.

The very second he gripped the doorknob!

A causal chain reaction, as precise and outrageous as that in "Final Destination," has officially begun!

Downstairs, at the street corner.

A heavy dump truck loaded with dozens of tons of sand and gravel roared in. The driver had stayed up all night playing cards and was extremely tired, his eyelids drooping.

suddenly!

A startled stray cat suddenly darted out from the roadside green belt and lunged at the windshield of the dump truck!

The driver instinctively jerked his body and jerked the steering wheel!

But the dump trucks are too heavy! They simply can't slow down!

"Bang!"

The right front wheel slammed into the sharp edge of a manhole cover that was protruding from the road surface!

"Boom—Swoosh—!"

The tire burst instantly!

The immense, out-of-control force caused this steel behemoth, weighing tens of tons, to veer completely off course. Like a mad bull, it charged onto the sidewalk and headed straight for Unit 3 of the Jinxiu Jiayuan residential building!

And along the path of the collision, there happened to be an old, exposed natural gas pipeline!

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Li Hao just opened the door a crack.

A sudden draft rushed in through the hallway.

The A3 sheet of paper with "Qingyun Temple" printed on it, pasted on the door, was rustling in the wind. One corner of the tape at the four corners had come loose and was hanging down, obscuring the door number.

From the outside, only three striking characters remain on the door—

【Qingyun Temple】.

At this moment, God's judgment logic is perfectly closed!

Do you want Qingyun Temple to collapse?

Okay. As you wish!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart!

A dump truck weighing tens of tons crashed precisely and solidly into the load-bearing column on the first floor of Unit 3 at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour!

And coincidentally, the area directly beneath that load-bearing column was where Li Hao had illegally demolished the load-bearing wall in the living room!

"Snap—!"

A sickeningly loud tearing sound rang out.

Because Li Hao altered the building structure without authorization, the old building became extremely fragile, and the impact of the dump truck became the last straw that broke the camel's back!

The entire second-floor floor tilted and collapsed instantly!

Li Hao had just opened the door, and before he could even see the deliveryman's face clearly, he felt his feet sink into the ground.

A strong feeling of weightlessness instantly enveloped his entire body.

"ah----!!!"

With his terrified screams, the ruins of the computer, sofa, and load-bearing wall, mixed with chunks of cement falling from the ceiling, instantly engulfed him!

But this is just the beginning.

A dump truck crashed into and severed the natural gas pipeline on the first floor!

High-pressure natural gas gushed out wildly, instantly filling the ruined second floor through the cracks in the collapse.

Inside Li Hao's computer case, which was frantically rendering a video, the power cord short-circuited due to the violent impact, resulting in a tiny blue spark.

"Boom—!!!!"

The deafening explosion echoed throughout the entire old town!

Flames and thick smoke shot into the sky!

The first and second floors of Unit 3 in Jinxiu Jiayuan were completely blasted open, leaving a huge hole! The third, fourth, and fifth floors above were teetering on the brink of collapse, with the walls covered in terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks!

ruins.

A true ruin.

Just yesterday, Li Hao was viciously cursing on camera: "If the Taoist temple is a scam, may it collapse tomorrow and become a pile of ruins!"

Nowadays.

The words "Qingyun Temple" are pasted on his door.

Then, his house collapsed.

……

Five hours later.

The First People's Hospital of Yunzhou City, Orthopedic Surgery Intensive Care Unit.

Li Hao slowly woke up.

pain.

A sharp pain, as if I had been stuffed into a meat grinder and rolled around inside, emanated from every cell in my body.

He struggled to open his eyes and found himself covered in tubes, his left leg in a thick cast, four broken ribs, a comminuted fracture of his right arm, and half his face wrapped in bandages.

If it weren't for the fact that a collapsed solid wood bed happened to form a triangular load-bearing area that protected him when the second floor collapsed, the gas explosion would have turned him to ashes long ago.

"You're awake?"

A cold, icy voice came from beside the bed.

Li Hao strained to turn his eyes and saw two police officers in uniform and a street office official holding a folder.

"My...my computer...my videos..."

The first thing Li Hao said when he opened his mouth was still that "viral video" that had made him a star.

That was his trump card for bringing down Qingyun Temple and gaining both fame and fortune!