After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

Xia Feilin also changed into a set of flowing clothes. The wind was strong on the rooftop, and his light, wide robes were filled with wind, which actually made him look somewhat otherworldly.

It doesn't resemble a deity, but rather a vengeful ghost.

Torches were lit all over the top floor, which should have illuminated everything, but instead, ropes were strung up everywhere, with white gauze curtains hanging from them, dividing the originally spacious area into several parts.

In the very center, there was a jade carving of a balsam flower.

Xia Feilin finally managed to coax it out of "Sand's" hands after much difficulty. He thought he had finally persuaded him, but little did he know that it was just because Tang Li was standing behind him and giving Lian Shi a crazy wink.

Tang Li was also invited into the central curtained area, where they asked her to kneel before the jade carving of balsam flowers.

Many figures moved outside the curtain, and the shadowy figures were distorted by several light sources, creating a ghostly atmosphere that made one feel as if they had stumbled into a nightmare.

Her expression appeared serious, but a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

These curtains that obstruct the view are just...perfect.

Tang Li was already worried about how to play tricks under Xia Feilin's nose. After all, no matter how willing she was to sacrifice herself for the mission, she would never actually commit suicide with that dagger.

So she had already searched the mall for something that could fake her death, but unexpectedly, she didn't have to stab herself with a knife in front of Xia Feilin.

The ruby-inlaid balsam dagger was quite heavy, and Tang Li slowly twirled it in her hand.

Xia Feilin instructed her to listen to the sounds, and someone would naturally guide her on when to commit suicide.

Tang Li didn't even bother to feign an expression, and listlessly agreed, her gaze falling on the jade carving of the balsam flower that was being respectfully enshrined in front of her.

The blood jade appeared to be of rare quality, crystal clear throughout, and shimmering faintly under the firelight, but instead of giving off a sense of purity, it felt eerie and terrifying.

The balsam flower was carved intricately and ornately, yet it couldn't be examined closely. The patterns on the petals were also meticulously carved, appearing lifelike from afar. However, upon closer inspection, perhaps due to Tang Li's preconceived notions and psychological trauma, she could always find some distorted patterns in the corners and edges, as if the petals concealed twisted and painful human faces.

Tang Li frowned, forcibly shifting her gaze away from the eerie jade carving to avoid going bewitched if she looked at it for too long.

In eerie dungeons, such items can usually attract the attention of evil gods. But whatever the "evil god" may be, these natives alone are unlikely to attract the attention of the eerie lord.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

The sound of prayers gradually filled the air, their voices becoming hoarse and indistinct. The rhythmic beats of drums, bells, and footsteps could be faintly heard, while the faint smell of incense smoke swirled around the nose.

Tang Li sat upright amidst everything, watching the white veil flutter, her eyes still clear.

Her palms were clenched tightly, and on her palms, concentric circles of cyan-gold light, visible only to Tang Li, emanated a gentle and clear aura.

What evil god could compare to her true deity?

Outside of this ceremony, Lian Sheng and Lian Shi were far less composed than Tang Li.

The world gradually began to look different to them.

First, there was the scent of incense that should have been offered to the gods, but somehow a familiar, exotic fragrance had been mixed in.

It's the taste of mouthwatering food, like the finest meat coated in batter, floating in golden, boiling oil, gradually frying out a golden, crispy crust; or a large piece of fatty meat thrown into the oil, slowly draining out crispy cracklings.

Saliva was secreted in their mouths, and their nostrils twitched involuntarily. Yet, the two of them still managed to maintain a semblance of decorum, while among the circle of believers not far away, there were clearly others with drool dripping from the corners of their mouths and faces full of infatuation.

It smells so good... such an irresistible aroma of meat.

An elderly believer, dazed and confused, forgot to walk, and a young believer behind him bumped into his back. The young believer then wouldn't let go, lowering his head and biting the old believer's ear.

He seemed to be eating the most delicious food in his mind, and he just kept biting on it and chewing it with relish.

Lian Sheng was startled awake by this scene and immediately slapped Lian Shi next to her.

Lian Shi, without hesitation, returned the favor.

The two of them kept themselves awake by taking turns chanting. Just then, the incomprehensible chanting suddenly became louder, and they involuntarily looked towards the loudest spot where the chanting was taking place.

Upon seeing this, they felt their vision was also affected.

The number of people... seems to have increased.

Originally, only a few dozen believers participated, but at this moment, they were horrified to discover that among the believers dressed in black, there were many other people dressed in black as well. These people appeared to be of ordinary build, yet for some reason, they gave them an unusual, inhuman feeling.

They sometimes resemble shadows, and sometimes resemble humans.

In other words... sometimes they were close to the ground and the gauze curtains, like a painting, and sometimes they became three-dimensional, as if it was just an illusion of changing light and shadow.

"Be careful." This time, it was Lian Shixian who issued the warning. The strange fragrance hadn't moved him before, but now his face turned cold and his nerves were on edge. He looked around warily and took another step forward to shield Lian Sheng behind him.

He was worried that a dark shadow would approach them.

Lian Sheng's eyes were fixed on the other side: "Lian Shi, no..."

"Look, they seem to be... imitating?"

Each shadow followed a believer. The shadows were different in height and weight before, but after following the believer for a few rounds, they unknowingly became the same in every way.

"Do they want to... replace them?!"

At this time, there is another person with a completely different perspective.

Strictly speaking, it was one person and one bird.

"You mean..." High in the sky, Han Zhou tilted his head in confusion, "What are these people doing, acting so strangely?"

Golden eagle: "Huh?"

How could it know? Humans are strange, aren't they?

Han Zhou squinted, enduring the wind blowing on his face, his eyes fixed on the people on the rooftop below.

For some reason, so many curtains were drawn, and he could see Tang Li sitting in the very center, with an unresponsive jade sculpture in front of her. The men in black were circling around her; some were playing drums, some were banging gongs, some were holding incense, and some were shaking bells.

Xia Feilin stood at the very front, dressed like a theatrical performer, muttering to himself, but he was too far away to be heard clearly.

Then there's Lian Sheng and Lian Shi, who were just watching the commotion from a distance, but somehow the two of them started getting physical, slapping each other.

They flirted and teased each other in public, without any shame!