What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Gu Yuqiu pushed open the door of a bar.
It was late at night, but the bar, which should have been bustling, was unusually quiet, with a mess everywhere you looked.
Expensive liquor mingled with blood, flowing across the floor littered with shards of glass, emitting a pungent odor and leaving conspicuous marks.
The room was dimly lit.