What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Chapter 13: The Strong Are Inevitably Outrageous

Lin Mushi didn't hear the content of the conversation. Standing in front of the door, she watched Gu Yuqiu talking to the cat and found it cute.

She curled her lips slightly, trying to appear reserved, but her eyes were already full of laughter.

Seeing that Gu Yuqiu had stopped teasing the cat and was walking towards her, she said softly, "I thought your relationship with Songtang was just so-so."

Gu Yuqiu asked, "Why do you think that?"

Lin Mushi walked towards the elevator.

"Well, it's mainly because of my performance just now."

She pressed the button for the floor she wanted to go to and casually said, "Didn't you notice that before dinner, when I was playing with the cat on the sofa, Songtang almost jumped up as soon as you came over?"

Gu Yuqiu thought it was because it knew it was wrong.

Having spent years with the white cat, she knew its temperament better than anyone. Even though she could no longer read minds, she could still tell what it was thinking just by looking at its tail.

At that time, the white cat must have been internally criticizing her, saying things like she was cruel, cold-hearted, petty, and ruthless.

"is it?"

Gu Yuqiu calmly said, "Perhaps you're mistaken."

Lin Mushi suddenly thought of a question and asked curiously, "By the way, did you take Songtang to get sterilized?"

Whether it was her imagination or not, after she finished speaking, she seemed to hear a heart-wrenching meow from a cat.

When she turned around to look behind her, she saw that the door had been closed, and it seemed that what she had just seen was really just an illusion.

As Gu Yuqiu stepped into the elevator, she said, "You reminded me that Songtang should be spayed/neutered. I'll take her to the vet another day."

Lin Mushi thought she had done a good deed and said, "Then you'd better hurry. What if it goes into heat? Are you going to use cotton swabs to help it? Besides, cats that are spayed or neutered live longer, are more likely to gain weight, and become even cuter..."

Gu Yuqiu was surprised by her eloquence and asked, "You know so much, you must have several cats at home, right?"

Lin Mushi opened her mouth slightly, then smiled somewhat awkwardly, pretending that she hadn't said anything.

The two took the elevator downstairs. Lin Mushi returned to her car and was about to wave goodbye when she suddenly noticed that Gu Yuqiu was sitting in the passenger seat.

She was stunned for a moment before realizing that Gu Yuqiu had already changed her clothes and was no longer dressed casually at home.

What are you doing?

Lin Mushi looked at her profile, quite puzzled.

"Go to the supermarket."

Gu Yuqiu said, "It's quite cold, I don't want to walk."

Lin Mushi was speechless, thinking to herself, "Do you want me to take you back later?"

She hesitated, staring at Gu Yuqiu for a long time, wanting to ask if he was just using her as a tool, but in the end she didn't say anything and obediently stepped on the gas.

……

……

Night had fallen, and a light drizzle continued.

Compared to usual, there were far fewer pedestrians on the street, giving it a rather desolate feel.

The bishop of the Church of the Sleeping Demon sat in his warm car, coldly observing the scene outside, waiting for news from his subordinates.

More than an hour earlier, he was scolding his subordinates on the rooftop. He was genuinely afraid and wanted to find the undercover agent, not just venting his anger.

"Any news?"

The bishop pondered these things, glancing at his trusted confidant in the driver's seat.

"It's pretty much certain that we haven't made a mistake in our target."

The confidant whispered, "But there's another piece of news from over there: after invading the dreams of several Special Affairs Bureau members, they still couldn't find the reason why Gao Shu was captured, and that Zhong Chongshan was at the scene this afternoon."

Upon hearing this news, the bishop's expression remained unchanged, but his posture became much more relaxed.

In his view, this fully demonstrates that his speculation was correct.

If this matter hadn't been kept under extremely high secrecy, with only a handful of people knowing the inside story, there's no reason why they would have received so little information.

As for Zhong Chongshan going to the scene in person, it was undoubtedly to clean up the mess, remove any remaining traces, and protect the undercover agent.

"very good."

The bishop said with a compassionate expression, "Those who sacrificed themselves for this will surely return to the Kingdom of God. Now let us turn our attention to what lies ahead."

After saying this, he looked up at the building in front of him, preparing to give orders to his subordinates.

The Church of the Sleeping Demons has always been perceived as mysterious and low-key, rarely making headlines, prioritizing stability, and seldom taking risks.

Few could have guessed that the Church of the Sleeping Souls would change course tonight and spare no effort to capture the undercover agent, making it difficult for them to react in time.

Just then, a car suddenly appeared from the rain and came into his view.

The bishop looked at the person in the passenger seat to make sure he hadn't mistaken him, and then quietly gave the order.

"Let's do it."

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On a cold, rainy winter night, there were few pedestrians on the road.

Looking at the road ahead, Lin Mushi casually asked, "Let's go to that supermarket again this afternoon, right? By the way, do you want to listen to some music..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

The next second, she slammed on the brakes, her face turning extremely pale.

I don't know when it started, but all the sounds in the world have disappeared, and the silence is unsettling.

Then, the door of a black sedan parked on the side of the street was opened.

Lin Mushi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, thin middle-aged man slowly walking out with an extremely indifferent expression.

Although she had never seen this face before, she still remembered a name and whispered, "This person should be Mr. Zhuo."

Gu Yuqiu hummed in agreement, indicating that she had some recollection of it.

Normally, she wouldn't know the name of such a nobody—even though Mr. Zhuo already held a fairly high position in the Church of the Sleeping Souls.

However, when she was onboarding the day before yesterday, she was bored and casually glanced at the Special Affairs Bureau's internal documents, which gave her the memory.

"This person is very strong."

Lin Mushi unbuckled her seatbelt and continued, "He is a third-tier powerhouse, and I am no match for him. However, the Church of the Sleeping Spirits is not very good at fighting. We just need to hold out until reinforcements arrive."

Gu Yuqiu thought to herself, "Are you dreaming?"

The ascension to godhood is divided into six stages, ranging from being utterly vulnerable when facing firearms to reaching a level she reached before leaving her divine throne, with vast differences between each stage.

From any perspective, a third-tier transcendent being is already considered powerful and would be treated with respect by any power.

Lin Mushi was well aware of this.

She sighed inwardly, reflecting that the fish she had caught during the day would eventually have to be returned.

"Try to stand behind me."

She spoke softly, opened the car door and got out, meeting the gaze of Mr. Zhuo who was not far away.

Just then, Lin Mushi noticed that the other person's gaze was gradually becoming strange, as if they had seen something incomprehensible.

She was somewhat surprised, thinking, "You're so much better than me, do you really need to use such tricks that only a three-year-old would fall for, to distract me?"

Just then, a voice entered her ears.

"So you like walking in the rain?"

The tone of the sentence was somewhat mocking, just like the impression the speaker gave her—outrageous.

Lin Mushi paused, then turned her head with difficulty to look.

Gu Yuqiu stood in the misty drizzle, holding an umbrella, and casually tucked her slightly disheveled silver hair behind her ear, looking as if she were just going out for a walk.

Chapter 14: Like a Dream

Gu Yuqiu ignored all of this, draped the umbrella over her shoulder, and looked at Mr. Zhuo.

The light from the streetlights shone through the drizzle and fell on her profile, making the pitch-black night seem a little brighter.

Mr. Zhuo frowned slightly as he looked at Gu Yuqiu, suddenly wondering what Gao Shu had thought after seeing this face.

He thought this to himself, but didn't ask any questions, because time was precious.

The next second, he stretched out his right hand and grasped a drop of rain in front of him.

As that single raindrop disappeared, the surrounding scenery underwent an incomprehensible transformation, leaving one dazzled and mesmerized.

The straight road suddenly began to fold, heading towards the sky, and then returned to normal. Everything in sight was repeating this process, sometimes separating, sometimes intersecting, sometimes in pairs, and sometimes overlapping each other, with no discernible pattern.

Lin Mushi appeared beside Gu Yuqiu without anyone noticing.

"This is using dreams to cover up reality."

Looking at the still-changing screen, she said, "If we don't do this, the Special Affairs Bureau will definitely be here in five minutes."

After saying this, she suddenly remembered her speculation from not long ago and asked incredulously, "Does the Church of the Sleeping Souls really want to invite you back to be a saintess?"

If Mr. Zhuo was planning to kill someone, there would be no need for him to go to such lengths.

The only possibility is that the other party intends to capture them alive.

Gu Yuqiu glanced at her and asked in return, "So you don't believe me?"

Lin Mushi thought to herself, "It's normal for someone as narcissistic as you to have this kind of misunderstanding. How could I possibly believe it completely?"

As she thought about it, she suddenly found it a little funny, and her mood relaxed, so she looked over there.

Mr. Zhuo did not hold an umbrella, and looked at the two of them expressionlessly, his face somewhat pale.

By partially covering reality with dreams, directly severing all contact with the outside world, even though he was already a third-tier powerhouse and deeply favored by the Lord of Sleep, he still had to pay a huge price.