Please control me, my divine being!

[Anger is building!]

[Evil thoughts are growing!]

[The will to survive is rising!]

[Threshold reached; can transform into a demonic monster!]

Zhou Qing stared at the battle interface.

The owner of the corpse-raising shop is not weak; he has undergone at least several grand sacrifices. He has already used two of the common techniques in the battle.

Binding Ink, Bell of Resentment.

Seeing several thick-skinned zombies appear on the battle chessboard, while looking at his own side, Zhou Qing could only shake his head helplessly.

[Gu Qinghan: Hunger, thirst, weakness, slow thinking...]

It's so negative, you can't even see it all at a glance.

Fortunately, Sister Gu seems to have a lot more to her than Li Qinghe, who is a complete blank slate, because of her unusual background.

There are many things in the literal sense.

Although her inventory was almost empty, Zhou Qing discovered that this girl was truly different from ordinary cultivators once they entered the battle. She actually had a special trump card that she herself was unaware of!

On the battle interface.

A circular energy tank, resembling a yin-yang symbol, was constantly flashing with light.

At this moment, the entire charging tank was almost filled with black energy. Zhou Qing touched it with his finger and immediately received a notification:

【Evolution of the Evil Fiend: Resentment, anger, killing intent, evil thoughts, and a strong will to survive, mixed together and catalyzed by the secret treasure of the Crying Bone Society, finally gave birth to an evil spirit that perfectly matched humans.

Note: Each time the entity transforms into the Evil Demon, it will affect its original form, until it undergoes complete evolution.

An ability with unknown side effects.

But now Gu Qinghan has no choice; even her fate dice only have a value of 1D1.

If they don't transform, they'll be instantly refined by the corpse raiser.

Zhou Qing pressed the charging slot directly.

In an instant, the black energy dissipated, and the resulting change was that Gu Qinghan's entire chess piece became dark and ferocious, and its value skyrocketed to an exaggerated level.

[Gu Qinghan (Evil Demon Transformation): Soul Devouring, Pollution, Frenzy, Soul Stealing, Intimidation, Repair, Damage Reduction...]

The previous negative keywords have now disappeared.

Instead, there are positive benefits.

Zhou Qing pushed the chess piece, and with a single impact, he pulverized all the oncoming zombies, destroying them with overwhelming force.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

His fingers trembled.

Without even needing to manipulate it personally, the chess piece representing Gu Qinghan would fly out on its own, cutting through everything with ease.

Despite the corpse-raising shop owner's best efforts, he was utterly powerless to resist. He only lasted a few breaths before being torn to shreds by the evil Gu Qinghan.

Zhou Qing came to her senses and was about to stop controlling the situation when Gu Qinghan's pieces did not stop moving. Instead, they were preparing to devour the shopkeeper, Jin Buhuan, and all the corpses on the ground.

"No, you can't just eat this stuff." Zhou Qing quickly pressed down on the chess piece.

The chess pieces on the screen kept struggling and resisting, so much so that Zhou Qing had to drag them back and forth, interrupting her attempts to eat.

They pulled at each other like this for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Zhou Qing was covered in sweat.

Only when the black energy in the black and white charging tank was completely depleted did Gu Qinghan settle down.

"It seems that I can only slowly regain my sanity after the transformation ends. The black energy transforms me into the Evil Lord, but what is the white energy? How do I fill it?"

Zhou Qing pondered for a moment, then turned his attention back to the game text.

Gu Qinghan is a more opinionated guy.

Therefore, Zhou Qing's strategy for playing the game is completely different from that when he was controlling Li Qinghe.

You don't need to guide everything; you just need to step in at crucial moments, control the situation, and prevent it from getting out of control.

of course.

Improving one's skills is still the most important thing for a character.

At this moment, Zhou Qing had developed a strong interest in the "Summoning the Corpse to Drive the Evil" technique.

……

Hexiafang, a shop selling corpses.

The inner room was a mess, with blood smeared all over the floor and severed limbs scattered around.

Jin Buhuan was stunned, foaming at the mouth, and completely frightened into unconsciousness, lying motionless in the corner.

"I'm so hungry..."

Gu Qinghan shook the blood off his hands, tore off some of the sticky flesh from his body, and stared blankly at the slaughterhouse-like ground, his heart completely unmoved.

I was still both thirsty and hungry.

But after killing all the zombies in the room and the corpse raiser, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction, and his body was no longer so weak.

It was as if they had drawn strength from this massacre.

Gu Qinghan shook his head, pondering how he had defeated the corpse raiser.

But she couldn't remember what had just happened.

Scattered fragments flashed through my mind, making it difficult to piece together a complete picture.

All she remembered was that the god who had been watching over her suddenly unleashed his power, and she won the fierce battle.

This god's way of doing things is too twisted and evil. Is it really necessary to cut all the corpses into minced meat?

"However, this is indeed the style of the gods who invite corpses to ride evil spirits."

Just as she was thinking this, her body went out of control again and she crashed violently into the stone door to the side.

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Gu Qinghan was dizzy and disoriented. In his mind, he quickly admitted defeat: "My Lord, ignorance is no excuse. I was just thinking randomly. I have no way to repay you for saving my life. From now on, I will follow you without hesitation!"

However, it had no effect.

It wasn't until she slammed the stone door dozens of times, creating a crack, that she regained control of her body.

This time, Gu Qinghan dared not have any more wild thoughts. Although the pain of being a zombie was very low, she still had to try her best to keep her body intact so as not to affect her ability to start anew in the future.

"Stop playing dead, get up!"

Gu Qinghan walked to the side and kicked Jin Buhuan.

"Ouch, Grandma Corpse, don't kick me, don't kick me..." Jin Buhuan quickly stood up, his legs trembling. "I didn't see anything. I'm just an ordinary person. Please let me go back. I have a seventy-year-old mother and a three-year-old child at home."

"Heh, you weren't like this when you were ordering me around before."

Having her head forced open by the gods, she was seething with anger, plotting how to teach this heartless workshop owner a lesson, when Jin Buhuan said:

"You've spoken! You can speak now!"

Gu Qinghan was taken aback, then opened his mouth and uttered several more syllables.

You can speak now!

Although her voice is different from when she was still human, now it is hoarse, cold and stiff when she speaks, but she can indeed say a complete sentence.

Overjoyed, she bowed and prostrated herself before the gods in her heart.

After all, she couldn't think of any other reason besides divine intervention that could solve the problem of this corpse's inability to speak.

Seeing Jin Buhuan trembling all over, Gu Qinghan felt that this fat man was too much of an eyesore. With him wandering around, he was likely to be killed and eaten as reserve food.

Now that I can speak, the other person's role has completely disappeared.

"Get lost! Remember, if you dare to reveal a single word about me, I don't need to say what the consequences will be."

"Thank you, Granny Corpse. I know nothing and remember nothing!"

Jin Buhuan kowtowed several times and stumbled out of the corpse shop.

The bizarre experience of a day and a night, the ups and downs between life and death, almost drove him to the brink of collapse. Now that he had escaped, two streams of tears flowed down his face as he fled to the ferry crossing.

Just then, a small covered boat slowly sailed by, carrying only two middle-aged men.

"Brother, oh...it seems to be right here!"

"Um."

"This, the owner of the market, is rather troublesome; I'm afraid it will affect our business."

"It's alright."

Two men, one tall and one short, brushed past each other.

The taller man never stopped stuttering, while the shorter man always had a cold expression.

Jin Buhuan glanced at the strange two brothers, ignored them, and immediately boarded the awning boat, pulling out a handful of blood money from his pocket: "Let's go!"