Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

A new vengeful spirit? In this cursed world, vengeful spirits are a scarce resource, a source of power, and a source of calamity.

Even if he is an officially registered "tool," he must go through layers of cold approvals to obtain a new, uncontaminated vengeful spirit to "accommodate," just like begging for extra lifespan from a stingy death god.

He applied. The result? A cold, vetoed document stamped with a scarlet seal.

Reason: The test to control the ghost failed.

Assessment results: The container named Jade Flawless is no longer strong or stable enough to accommodate a third vengeful spirit. Forcing its way in would only result in the complete collapse of the container and a catastrophic feast of an out-of-control vengeful spirit.

The cold, hard data and rules from the authorities pronounced his imminent "disuse."

The family? The Yu family that sacrificed him? Their resources, like the treasure guarded by the most miserly hoarder, had already been entirely poured into that newly chosen seedling—Yu Meichen.

He, this old, crumbling pot, wouldn't even get a drop of leftovers.

Even more despairing is that the rules are like invisible shackles. Demon tamers like him, assessed as "not long for this world," are key targets for surveillance.

The glances from his colleagues, the instructions from his superiors, the daily reports... all of these wove together a fine, cold web of surveillance, trapping him firmly in a cage called "waiting to die."

They weren't protecting him; they were guarding a bomb containing two vengeful ghosts that could explode at any moment!

But beneath the desolate ice plains, this flawless puppet, this imitator with mental defects, lies a twisted, unknown pawn.

Their captain, the outwardly stern man who held the power of life and death over their "Undertaker Squad," had a secret, perverse fetish.

He is gay, and a gay man who is passionate about BDSM.

A pathetic creature in a desperate situation surrounded by vengeful ghosts, seeking the ultimate sensory stimulation to confirm that he is still "alive".

As for Yu Wuxia... his stunningly handsome appearance, even after being corrupted by a vengeful ghost, became the most perfect and exciting "plaything" in the captain's eyes.

Yu Wuxia felt nothing for sex itself; it was just a cold physical contact, like being cut by a scalpel.

But he craved the feeling of being needed, even if that need was so twisted and so filthy. It was a fleeting, illusory warmth that could briefly dispel the fear of abandonment, like a frozen person rushing towards a burning phosphorescent flame.

Thus, a twisted and distorted transaction, where each party got what they wanted, began to take place in the shadows. The captain sought the ultimate sensory stimulation under the shadow of death, while Yu Wuxia sought the meager "value" that was demanded of her.

Like a master actor, he cooperated with the captain in his increasingly extreme games that crossed the line and trampled on dignity. In those hidden rooms filled with pain, humiliation, and bizarre props, a cold calculation burned deep within Yu Wuxia's empty eyes.

Finally, after the captain reached the climax of the "game" when he was at his most frenzied and his mental defenses were at their weakest, Yu Wuxia, like a slippery viper, silently made her request.

Exhausted yet extremely satisfied, the captain, in a daze, opened a crucial gap in the surveillance network for him. A brief, imperceptible "window of opportunity" was seized by Yu Wuxia—like grasping a spider's thread leading to hell.

Time! That is Yu Wuxia's most pressing enemy!

The official machinery will soon detect the anomaly, and the rift that was created at the cost of the captain's corruption could be slammed shut at any moment!

There's no time! No time to carefully search, discern, and wait!

In Yu Wuxia's mind, which was completely consumed by fear and madness, only one place was burning and calling out—the Ghost Realm of Niutou Village!

That is a forbidden land! A forbidden zone etched by countless bloody lessons in the supernatural world and family traditions, a place that must never be trodden! It is the lair of vengeful ghosts, a filthy swamp where countless tragic supernatural events converge and settle! It is a graveyard for the living, a death trap for ghost hunters!

Family prohibitions? Ironclad rules of the supernatural world? Faced with the ultimate fear of being "abandoned" that swept through Yu Wuxia's heart like an ice storm, these rules were as fragile as spider webs! His rationality had long been devoured by this fear, leaving only the most primal and frantic survival instincts!

"Power... stronger power... to survive..." This thought, like a spell, repeatedly struck and echoed within his empty skull. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he was irresistibly sucked into the dark abyss known as "Bullhead Village"!

Chapter 181 Supernatural Revival: The Birth of the Death Ghost

The moment I stepped into the ghostly realm of Niu Tou Village, the world... shattered.

The air was no longer air; it was a thick, viscous substance, heavy with the stench of rust and corpses, pressing down on the lungs. Every breath felt like swallowing cold, stagnant mud.

The light was completely swallowed up; absolute darkness was not a visual absence, but a living, writhing mass with a physical form.

The ground beneath my feet was soft and slippery, like stepping on enormous entrails that had rotted for countless years. Each step made a teeth-grinding "plop" sound and oozed a dark brown, cloyingly foul-smelling liquid.

The surroundings were not silent, but filled with noises from countless dimensions that could not be fully captured by human hearing: subtle, incessant gnawing sounds, like billions of invisible insects eating away at the foundation of space; intermittent murmurs, like a broken old radio, resounded directly from the depths of consciousness, their content chaotic and insane, enough to shatter even the strongest soul.

Here, the aura of vengeful spirits is everywhere! They are the "fundamental particles" that make up this ghostly realm!

Like blind, greedy predators in the deep sea, they silently emerged and gathered from the thick darkness all around, drawn by the "same kind" aura emanating from the two vengeful ghosts within Yu Wuxia's body, and the "sweet" taste of despair and fear deep within his soul.

An invisible resentment coiled around his ankles, icy cold; slippery, tentacle-like shadows, like rotting seaweed, brushed against his cheeks, leaving damp, cold marks.

Countless pairs of "eyes," with only whites or black holes, opened against the absolute darkness, densely packed, silently staring at him, conveying pure hunger and malice.

Yu Wuxia's skin stung and tingled under countless malicious gazes. The telephone ghost inside his body emitted sharp, warning electromagnetic noises, while the pseudo-ghost writhed and deformed wildly beneath his skin, trying to find a safe position.

“Class B…Death Slayer…” A cold, inhuman fragment of thought, like an ice pick, pierced his chaotic consciousness.

Target locked! A Class B vengeful ghost wandering the depths of the ghost realm, emanating a strong aura of death!

It resembles a tattered shroud made of thick smoke and shadows, constantly changing shape, with two eerie green "eyes" at its core, like phosphorescent lights in a tomb.

There was no hesitation, no ceremony.

Like a mad gambler, Yu Wuxia staked everything he had left—his broken body and crumbling soul. He no longer suppressed the two vengeful spirits within him; instead, he used his own collapsing consciousness as a fuse to forcefully ignite the flames of containment!

He deliberately tore apart the barrier between his spirit and flesh, sending out the most primal and greedy devouring signal to the shadow of the death ghost!

"Come... merge with me... give me power!" A silent roar exploded deep within his soul.

The ghost of death sensed the provocation and... the temptation of food. It let out a silent shriek, carrying a thick aura of death, and transformed into a dark torrent of shadows bearing countless wailing faces, crashing violently into Yu Wuxia's open "door"!

boom--! ! !

That wasn't a physical explosion; it was a nuclear explosion on a spiritual level!

Three completely different forces, yet equally evil and terrifying in nature, collided violently within Yu Wuxia's already overburdened vessel!

The telephone ghost's shrill electromagnetic noise instantly soared to its peak, like millions of steel needles churning in the brain.

The shapeshifting demon's form completely spiraled out of control. Countless foreign objects protruded, dented, stretched, and twisted wildly beneath its skin. Its skin sometimes turned into cold metal, sometimes covered with slippery scales, and sometimes cracked like a dried-up riverbed.

The deathly aura brought by the ghost of death was like the most concentrated acid, frantically corroding his life force and bringing an extreme pain of his soul being peeled away and crushed inch by inch!

Mutual devouring! It has begun!

This is not a simple fusion; it is an extremely brutal and relentless war of devouring!

It failed! To successfully accommodate a new ghost, it's not about letting the ghosts devour each other, but about allowing them to reach a new balance within the body. Yu Wuxia's body became the bloodiest battlefield.

His bones emitted a sickening groan and cracking sound as if they were being crushed under the strain; his muscle fibers were being brutally torn and snapped as if by an invisible hand; his blood vessels burst, and dark red blood, seemingly mixed with black flocculent matter, gushed from his seven orifices and pores, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

His consciousness was being torn apart and crushed by three violent forces, like a small boat in a storm, on the verge of being completely annihilated.

“Ugh…Aa ...

A terrifying shriek, inhuman in sound, a mixture of beastly roars, metallic scraping, and dying cries, finally erupted from Yu Wuxia's completely deformed throat! This shriek, like a tangible sound wave, caused the surrounding viscous darkness to violently churn and recede!

They... merged!

No, it's not fusion! It's advancement! It's alienation! It's the birth of something completely beyond the original concept, something older, more ferocious...!

A Class A Vengeful Ghost – Blood-Handed Death-Slaying Ghost!

Yu Wuxia's last fragment of human consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, was extinguished the instant this new, terrifying will was born.

That faint obsession with "not being abandoned" transformed into the core and most twisted driving force of the new ghost—an indiscriminate and ultimate hatred and desire to destroy all living beings!

Out of control! Utterly and absolutely out of control!

Yu Wuxia… or rather, the terrifying being known as the "Blood-Handed Death Demon" that had taken over his broken body began its "journey." It left the viscous darkness of Niu Tou Village and instinctively wandered towards Fu Yin City, the gathering place of the "living."

Its form was constantly and painfully twisting and changing. Most of the time, it resembled a giant ape that had been skinned, with its muscles and tendons exposed to the air, constantly dripping thick black blood, on all fours, moving as swiftly as black lightning.

But when it kills, its "hands"—which can no longer be called hands—turn blood red, as if they have been soaked in a pool of blood for seven days and seven nights, and its five fingers extend into sharp, razor-sharp bone claws that gleam with an ominous red light! Each swing is accompanied by a shrill screech that tears through the air and an overwhelming, pungent aura of blood and death!

It stormed into Fuyin City; slaughter was its sole purpose and the only way for it to vent its boundless hatred!

Slaughter! Endless slaughter! Its filthy blood, imbued with the curse of death and the power of deception, is like the most evil source of plague. Those killed by it will be transformed into the lowest-ranking, D-level vengeful spirits!

They were driven by the absolute, primal will of the Bloodhand Death Demon. That will was like an invisible whip, lashing their numb spirits. They needed no thought, only the instinct to carry out orders—to find the living marked by the "telephone" or "letter" and pounce on them to slaughter them.

However, this frenzied killing spree was interrupted by a deeper attraction stemming from the broken instincts of the "Pseudo-Ghosts".

On the outskirts of Fuyin City, there stands a long-abandoned old building. It stands alone on a vacant lot overgrown with weeds, like a huge, silent tombstone.

The building was dilapidated, with most of the windows broken, like empty eye sockets. The plaster had peeled off, revealing dark red bricks underneath, which, in the dim moonlight, looked just like congealed, blackened bloodstains.

An indescribable, cold, resentful, yet strangely familiar aura, like invisible spider silk, emanated from every crevice of this haunted building, entangling the Blood-Handed Death Demon who was wreaking havoc in the nearby streets.

The "head," transformed from the flawless jade skull, inlaid with eerie green eyes and distorted features, suddenly turned towards the ghost building. Deep within the empty eye sockets, two crimson, diamond-like lights flickered violently.

Broken, chaotic fragments of memory, soaked in endless pain, surged up like the wreckage of a sunken ship from the bottom of its violent and chaotic abyss of consciousness, formed by the fusion of three vengeful spirits:

...It hurts so much...my body...my legs...feel like they're being gnawed at by countless teeth...they're about to split open...I don't want this face...

...laughter...a man's laughter...piercing...madness...they're watching me...watching me contort...distorted...I'm so scared...

...Blood...so much blood...flowing from the ceiling...the walls are bleeding...the floor...it's slippery...covered in blood...

...Kill...must kill...tear apart...rip them to shreds...stop the laughter! Stop the pain! Turn everything...red!

These fragmented memories instantly ignited the already boiling hatred and destructive desire at the core of the Bloodhand Death Demon!

It completely abandoned the mangled corpses and bewildered ghosts at its feet, and on all fours, it transformed into a black hurricane carrying a strong smell of blood, rushing towards the abandoned haunted building that exuded a deadly attraction at an astonishing speed!

Like a wild beast returning to its den, the Bloodhand Death Demon, guided by its fragmented memories, traversed the empty, deathly silent floors with an almost teleportation-like, eerie speed. It finally stopped at the entrance of an unusually spacious hall on the first floor.

Three vibrant humans! Three prey radiating the warmth of life and the scent of fear! Their presence was like three blinding flares igniting within its dark consciousness, filled with hatred and destructive lust!

The ultimate hatred for "laughter," "voyeurism," and "pain" that originated from the deepest part of the Pseudo-Ghost's shattered memories, and the Bloodhand Death Demon's own destructive instinct towards all living beings, perfectly overlapped, resonated, and erupted at this moment!

"Kill...kill...kill!!!" A non-human thought, filled with endless malice, surged through every cell of its body like the most violent electric current! It wanted to recreate that blood-red night from its shattered memories! It wanted to fill the void in its memories with these three warm bodies, with their screams and blood, and to quell the eternal rage that transcended the boundaries of time and death!

A talisman? Faced with an absolute difference in power level, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The following scene is the most direct projection of hell, the purest manifestation of madness!

A bloody storm unfolded in the abandoned hall.

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When the two rescue teams led by Ma Lu and Li Xiao, like frightened birds, finally broke through the slow-moving but terrifyingly numerous low-level ghosts on the outer perimeter, and rushed into the hall of this deathly haunted building, following the nauseating stench of blood and the overwhelming resentment...

Time seemed to have frozen.

The air was as thick as congealed blood, each breath carrying a strong smell of rust and the stench of entrails, pressing heavily on the lungs and almost suffocating. Pale moonlight slanted in through a broken window high above, like a spotlight on a stage, illuminating the heart of this hell on earth.

Beneath the beam of light, a thick, not yet fully solidified crimson spread across the entire field of vision. The ground, the walls, the scattered construction debris... everything in sight was covered and soaked in this intense color, a symbol of the complete end of life.

The blood pooled into small, eerie puddles, reflecting the dilapidated ceiling above, like countless eyes of hell opening wide.

On this scarlet "canvas," even more horrifying "paint"—dismembered human bodies—is splattered wantonly.

They resembled discarded doll parts torn apart by the most violent hurricane. The intense stench of blood mixed with a sweet, cloying stench unique to ruptured internal organs, creating a nauseating aura of death that churned the stomach. Like a tangible entity, it violently assaulted the senses of every intruder.

And in the center of the hall, at the very heart of this crimson hell...

It crouched there, its posture twisted and bizarre, like a demonic ape from the ancient abyss that had just finished a large meal.

It was covered with an uneven, black keratinous layer, as if corroded by strong acid. A viscous, ominous blackish-red liquid constantly seeped from the gaps, dripping into the pool of blood below with a "drip, drip" sound, like a countdown to death.

Its "hand"—the murder weapon that caused all the tragedies before its eyes—was a terrifying claw covered in blood-red bone armor, with fingertips extending nearly half a foot long, gleaming with metallic coldness and scarlet blood light, holding a human head in an almost "gentle" manner, with a morbid curiosity.

Brother Long's head.

The neck of the skull was broken in a jagged pattern, still clinging to dark red muscle and fragments of broken vertebrae. On that once resolute face, the eyes were wide open, the pupils dilated to an extreme degree, devoid of any emotion, only a deathly emptiness.

The monster… or rather, the last remaining, thoroughly alienated and corrupted will of the pseudomorphic demon in this world… stared intently and deeply at the empty head in its hand with its “eyes” composed of countless painful faces.

Chapter 182 The Supernatural Revival: Humans Scaring Ghosts (Part 1)

The Blood-Handed Death Demon examined the blood-stained and fear-filled human head in his hand. A distorted face was reflected in his murky pupils, and a shudder from the depths of a broken soul seized it.

“He… looks just like me…” A dry, overlapping voice squeezed out from deep in its throat, like rusty gears grinding together.

“No…” Its movements suddenly froze, its head tilting slightly, as if listening to another tearing sound within its body. “Who…am I?”

Fragments of memory, like cold blades, churned within its chaotic thoughts, countless shattered and painful images flashing by in an instant, only to vanish just as quickly, leaving behind only a deeper confusion and a sharp sting.

Just then, the intruder's presence, like a stone thrown into a stagnant pool, instantly shattered its brief moment of confusion.

"Roar--!"

The leader, Ma Lu, reacted with lightning speed. Black veins bulged on his face instantly, spreading across his entire face like a spiderweb, his expression contorted with intense pain. He roared and thrust his hands forward violently. Several thick, asphalt-like bolts of black lightning, radiating a chilling and ominous aura, tore through the air and struck fiercely at the location of the vengeful spirit!

The power of the Yin Lei Gui is immense, with exceptional frontal offensive capabilities, but each release brings excruciating, tearing pain. This pain not only affects the body but also erodes the spirit, making Ma Lu increasingly belligerent and irritable.

Seemingly startled by the sudden, eerie thunder that carried a strong aura of restraint against ghosts, the Blood-Handed Death Demon let out a low growl mixed with anger and fear.

Its eerie green eyes shone like two will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, casting a deep, venomous glare at the team. The sense of alienation that emanated from the depths of its soul made it unwilling to fight.