It's time to become an evil god.

The dream-eating beast raised its head, clearly dissatisfied with the outcome. Its hooves impatiently splashed across the water, creating ripples. "So, you were reincarnated through the Abyss Mirror?"

The Holy Lord nodded in fear. He had been just an ordinary player before. During a dream mission, he encountered the Dream Eater. Guided by the Dream Eater, the Holy Lord excelled in subsequent missions. As his strength increased and his ambition swelled, he began to collude with a group of equally unscrupulous players to establish the Secret Cult of the Lord of All Things. His true purpose was to use the inferior blood of the [Foolish Spider] as a medium to pray for power from a higher level in the starry sky.

"never mind."

The Dream Eater seemed disdainful of the Holy Lord's hidden schemes. "I know what you lowly mortals are planning—trying to contact that indescribable being trapped in the eye of the cosmic vortex storm? I advise you to abandon that idea. The beings above the stars are either terrifying, emotionless, and incomprehensible beings, or..."

At this point, the Baku abruptly stopped.

"Or what?"

The Dream Eater shook its head. "Some so-called gods are nothing more than exiled prisoners and madmen."

The Holy Lord dismissed the Dream Eater's words. He had dreamt more than once of the storms generated by the interaction of vortex gas and radiation in the depths of the universe, like a surging, dazzling sea of ​​stars. Within that sea of ​​stars lay a colossal, boundless figure, like a black hole, sending out a distress signal to humanity on Earth, as insignificant as ants.

Each time the dream ended there, he had tried to seek help from the Dream Eater, but the other refused, citing that a mortal body could not withstand the will of a god. If the Holy Lord wanted to truly make contact with the exiled beings trapped in the eye of the storm, he must draw blood from the dead lower-ranking servant race, the Foolish Spiders, and gain some of the ability to observe the universe and maintain sanity through blood therapy.

"Go do what you're supposed to do, and I'll tell you what to do next."

Empty syringes, empty after injections, floated on the lake. The Holy Lord had injected himself with the blood of the ancient gods countless times, yet he still couldn't make contact with the monsters in the starry sky. Instead, he was increasingly dreaming of strange scenes that didn't belong to this world.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the syringe again, and plunged it into his vein. Even in the depths of his dream, he could still feel the stinging sensation as the syringe slowly pushed the ancient god's blood into his artery.

"How much longer do I have to inject this bastard stuff?"

The Holy Lord felt an indescribable restlessness rising from the depths of his heart and began pacing back and forth. A burning sensation, unlike anything he had ever felt before, surfaced within him.

"What's wrong? It's so itchy."

He kept scratching his scalp, pulling out a handful of hair and casually throwing it onto the lake.

Her long hair floated on the lake, rising and falling with the ripples.

Why is it getting itchier after this injection?

The Holy Lord began scratching his entire body incessantly, his hand reaching for his face. With a swish, as if tearing a piece of paper, he gently tore off a large, long strip of flesh, flesh stained with blood.

The Baku simply watched all of this with a blank expression.

"This feeling... is very strange."

The Holy Lord couldn't help but want to open his mouth. With a snap, the teeth in his mouth fell out, and his cheeks began to crack, the crack extending from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone, revealing his gums that were constantly oozing blood.

At this moment, the Holy Lord finally realized that something was wrong with his body. He suddenly raised his head and saw that the skin and flesh on his face were being torn off little by little, his nails were peeling off, and his skin was becoming more and more transparent. He could even see the veins that covered his entire body.

"No, I'm definitely in a dream..."

The Holy Lord suddenly raised his head. The Dream Eater had been silent all along, watching from the sidelines.

He finally realized the seriousness of the situation and came to his senses.

"No, you... you lied to me? The blood of the ancient god had no effect?"

What exactly are you up to?

With a splash, the Holy Lord knelt on the lake, his knees trembling, reaching out as if to grasp at the last straw before him.

The dream-eating tapir's figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the mist, leaving behind only a despairing answer.

"Unfortunately, you are no longer of any use to me."

"You'll just degenerate into a mad monster."

……

At this moment, Chen An, along with Bai Ge and the girl from Shiranui, arrived at Baigang Town in the northern suburbs by bus. After getting off the bus, which was filled with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke, sweat, and noise, he quietly followed behind Chen An. The other party walked slowly, occasionally stopping to look around to prevent being followed.

The surrounding area consists of old buildings from the last century, with peeling cement walls revealing rough brickwork underneath. Shady ferns and dark green plants grow in the cracks of the gray-brown walls.

Following Chen An at a leisurely pace, Bai Ge noticed something: they had been secretly watched by others as soon as they came out of the long-distance bus station. These people were well-organized and had a precise division of labor. They had changed several groups of trackers along the way and quietly followed them all the way to the door of the hotel. The cultists who were monitoring them were scattered around and did not take any further action.

Bai Ge kept this small detail in mind. According to the previous description, this hotel was rife with mysterious and terrifying phenomena, as well as active and cruel cultists practicing sacrifice. Some guests who entered the hotel would mysteriously disappear without a trace, neither alive nor dead. What was even stranger was that no one from the Special Affairs Bureau had ever investigated this place, which seemed illogical.

However, Bai Ge had made thorough preparations this time. In addition to wearing props, he also used the system's character creation function to create a face comparable to that of an ancient god. Wearing a black trench coat and a mask, and carrying a briefcase, he looked like a criminal who had committed numerous evil deeds in his life but had not yet been caught.

At this moment, Chen An had already entered the hotel ahead of him. He was wearing a paper effigy, which could temporarily save his life if anything happened.

After observing from outside for a few minutes, Bai Ge entered the hotel lobby, leaving Shiranui to stay outside the hotel and provide support.

The cult member acting as the receptionist looked up, about to say "Welcome," but froze when he saw Bai Ge's face. He didn't snap out of his daze until Bai Ge's rough, deep voice reached his ears.

"Give me a room."

"Oh, okay, okay, sir."

While processing the room keys, the receptionist hesitated, wondering whether to tip off the higher-ups.

After booking the room, the cult members handed Bai Ge a room key with three circles and six X's on it.

Bai Ge glanced at him, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on the other person, and asked in a rude tone, "I want the room key, are you playing tic-tac-toe with me here?"

"This, this is our hotel room key..."

The cultist swallowed hard, trying to appear calm, and said, "This room key is a special feature of our hotel. So, do you want it or not?"

"Yes, of course."

Bai Ge asked coldly, "Are your hotel rooms guaranteed to be clean?"

The cult member chuckled dryly and replied, "Look at what you're saying. We run a hotel, and we clean and wash the sheets every day. Would we give you an unclean room?"

"Then let me ask you."

Bai Ge narrowed his eyes and asked, word by word, "What if the room is haunted?"

Chapter 212 Then why don't you eat it?

The man's imposing presence and oppressive aura made the hotel staff member swallow hard; he vaguely sensed an undeniable sense of pressure emanating from the man before him.

The receptionist confidently declared, "Here's what we'll do, sir. If our hotel room is haunted, I'll eat the ghost right here and now, how about that?"

"Okay, no problem."

Bai Ge took the room key and, without a word, walked down the corridor with her luggage. This hotel was built in the 1990s, and many parts still retain the original architectural style. The corridor floor was made of old tiles, and the sides were hastily repainted with white paint. The old ceiling lights emitted a dim yellow light.

A round clock hangs on the wall at the far left of the corridor, showing that it is 6:23.

Taking the elevator to the fifth floor, the decor here is completely different from downstairs. The floor is covered with a deep dark red carpet, the wallpaper is light red, and two orange lampshades hang at intervals on the walls, emitting a warm glow.

The floor is covered with old wooden floorboards that creak when you step on them.

Yea.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor were quiet. Bai Ge had chosen a room that was close to Chen An's, so he simply knocked on Chen An's door.

Chen An cautiously opened the door, and after confirming that it was Bai Ge standing there, she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had seen a lifeline, and whispered, "Mr. Bai, you're here. What should we do now?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Bai Ge glanced around, strode into the room, and calmly said, "Don't rush, wait for the strange events to happen or for those cultists to come out on their own."

He glanced at his watch and muttered, "It's almost evening, these guys definitely won't sit still."

"Huh?"

Chen An wiped the cold sweat from her temples and asked in a low voice, "Shouldn't we make some preparations to escape or call the police?"

Bai Ge frowned and retorted, "Escape? Who told you to escape?"

"Huh? Not running away?"

Bai Ge placed his suitcase on the table and took out various murder weapons one by one.

Hand ties, sealing tape, anti-permeability membrane, stun gun...

Seeing all sorts of murder weapons made Chen An silently swallow her saliva as she cautiously moved towards the door.

"Mr. Bai..."

Chen An asked timidly, "Excuse me, are you here to arrest cult members or to kill them to cover your tracks?"

Bai Ge said calmly, "Wouldn't sending all the followers of the Lord of the Oneness of All Things who caused the problem to see their Holy Lord solve the problem?"

……

Chen An's room seemed to have been unoccupied for a long time. Several yellowed hotel beauty cards were stuffed at the door, and the room was filled with a damp, musty smell. Torn cobwebs fluttered in the wind and hung from the ceiling.

Bai Ge turned around. Behind her, in the gloomy and dark corridor, the corridor lights struggled to provide the last bit of light.

The two sat quietly in the bedroom, counting the passing time. At eight o'clock, a light rain began to fall outside the window. The once sparsely populated and desolate town was now completely dark and deathly silent. The rain was misty, and a milky white fog filled the streets, reducing visibility to a minimum.

The long-neglected streetlights flickered with an eerie light, making everything seem sinister and strange.

The alarm clock on the wall showed that it was almost 10 p.m. The rain was gradually subsiding. After the twelfth deep chime, the last few streetlights that were emitting light went out, and the street was completely plunged into darkness.

The entire town was shrouded in a gloomy and eerie atmosphere, with the occasional bark of a dog coming from afar.

Bai Ge was already lying in bed, asleep with her eyes closed.

Only Chen An remained, pacing anxiously back and forth in the bedroom.

zizi.

The dim yellow lampshade on the bedside table flickered a few times, startling Chen An, who immediately stopped and nervously looked around.

Chen An suddenly stopped, her eyes widened, and her facial muscles began to tremble uncontrollably with fear.

Tick, tick.

Blood began to seep from the ceiling above the head of the bed, staining the pillow red drop by drop.

"Mr. Bai."

Chen An whispered, "Mr. Bai, wake up! Something's happened."

However, Bai Ge did not respond and slept soundly, seemingly unaware of the bloodstains on the white bedding.

Then a deathly pale face slowly emerged from the ceiling. Long, black, dead hair cascaded down from the ceiling like a black waterfall, the fine, itchy ends brushing against Bai Ge's cheeks. A pair of pale hands slowly reached towards Bai Ge's neck.

"Mr. Bai..."

Although Chen An was terrified and wanted to run away, reason told him that he had to wake Bai Ge. Just as he was about to make some noise, Bai Ge on the bed suddenly raised her hand and slapped the female ghost hard across the face.

Chen An and the vengeful ghost on the ceiling were stunned, seemingly never expecting the other party to have such a move.

Then, Bai Ge, who was still asleep, suddenly attacked, raising his fist and smashing it hard against the female ghost's terrifying face, causing her to howl and scream in agony.