**Chapter 217: The Scumbag An Que**
Rounding numbers off, the Thousand Eyes Godmother was drawn in by this guy An Que. If it weren’t for him, the Thousand Eyes Godmother would at least have been a bit more cooperative, giving them enough time to prepare rather than being in such a hurry, which was making them anxious too.
If the Thousand Eyes Godmother really succeeded, the unfortunate ones wouldn’t just be the gatekeeper like they thought.
The curse spread by the Thousand Eyes Godmother was scary enough, just a glance is enough for someone to get infected. With society being so developed, the number of people who would meet a tragic end if she grows strong is truly incalculable.
And the worst part? There’s no way to handle it. One Thousand Eyes is strong enough—what happens after she evolves?
It’s not like she could devolve, right? Evil gods definitely get stronger with each transformation. Saying her curses and malevolence wouldn’t enhance is something no one would believe!
Chairman Chen’s thoughts were straightforward: gather people, find the Thousand Eyes Godmother, and choose a good location to surround and take her down. Even if it meant nothing beneficial for them gatekeepers, it’d still be better than losing soldiers.
They couldn’t just let an evil god roam free!
An Que leaned back in his chair, the expression on his face gradually twisting grotesquely.
This Thousand Eyes is quite the nuisance; she clings to him alive and continues to do so even after d*ath!
If word of this leaked, how could he still be the vice-chairman?
He was already living a second life, borrowing someone else’s body to survive, and yet the Thousand Eyes just wouldn’t let up—how infuriating!
The police couldn’t handle this; in just a few minutes, who could they send for backup?
He got up and walked outside, making his way to the elevator and pressing the button for B3.
After entering a password and using his fingerprint and voice to unlock, the elevator began its slow descent to B3.
When the doors opened, he stepped into a room roughly a hundred square meters. The lights were dim, and the air was thick with a nauseating stench of bl**d. The ground was wet, still sticky with fresh bl**d.
The entire room had an ominously decorated style, all the walls painted black with latex, devoid of any furniture, except for a small altar in the center. Behind the altar hung a seductive statue of a goddess robed in light red gauze, her face obscured by a veil.
Just a stone statue, but glancing at that alluring figure ignited a fire of desire within him.
It felt as if an unseen hand was constantly teasing his innermost primitive desires.
An Que ignored the three n*ked, filthy young girls kneeling in front of the altar.
He glanced upward to see three similarly unclad men sprawled across the corner, asleep.
The evil god’s method of spreading her curse was through the desires between men and women. Within her sphere of influence, both genders would be stirred by those desires; once they acted on them, they’d inevitably be cursed.
He had to admit, this method was miles behind the Thousand Eyes, but still, she was an evil god, towering above the spirits and the Red Clothes.
“Desire, I need your help with something,” An Que said as he stood before the statue.
Just as that was said, one of the filthy young girls on the floor suddenly lifted her head, twisting into a contorted pose as if she were a toddler just learning to walk, could be seen approaching An Que from behind, her arms wrapping around him, making him equally filthy in the process.
An Que frowned but said nothing; he was here to seek help from the goddess.
“Oh my, if it isn’t the little monk! How long has it been since you last visited? Let me think… the last time you were here was five months ago.”
“You tricked me into coming here, saying if I helped you with ten things, you’d give me your body. Well, I’ve done nine things for you already, and this is the last one. You’d better think it through, hehe.”
Unlike the four sisters of the Evil God of Eternal Life Village, the Desire Godmother wasn’t high and mighty, or maybe she was, but only when talking to An Que.
She really liked An Que, loved that clean, innocent monk look.
She might preach about discipline, but things were stirring underneath.
Plus, she found An Que’s soul incredibly tempting—clear and pure like the most perfect jade, imagining how wonderful it would be to use it for her offspring!
On top of that, having An Que around meant her followers rapidly expanded.
“No, this one can’t count,” An Que didn’t want to turn around; the stench was making him infinitely uncomfortable. “I’m here to benefit you.”
“Desire, do you know why I haven’t come to see you in so long? It’s because I was thinking about how to get you something you’d like, something that could elevate you.”
“Once you grow stronger, I’ll grow stronger as well; after all, we are one.”
“I like that phrase,” Desire’s finger lightly glided down An Que’s cheek. “Continue.”
“I finally found an opportunity,” An Que slowly continued. “An evil god has appeared outside—one with enormous potential but a weakened body. This evil god is not weak herself; she seems frail, but she’s not something I can handle alone.”
“But it’s okay, I’m willing to do this for you; it’s all for you.”
“I’ll personally take action and bring my people to hunt down this evil god.”
“When that evil god gets weakened, you’ll just have to step in and devour her. Trust me, your power will definitely double!”
“Really? You’re willing to take action yourself?” Desire was visibly intrigued.
“Absolutely. You can come with me now and witness my actions firsthand. I will prove my words through action. However, doing this may lead me to get hurt, and if that happens, you don’t have to worry about me—just go and eat that evil god.”
“Humph, that won’t happen; with me around, no one can harm you.”
“Then are you willing to go with me?”
“Considering your sincerity, I can go with you.”
“Thanks! Once you gobble that evil god up, I’ll give you my soul. Then we’ll turn everyone into your followers, making you the supreme deity above all godmothers!”
An Que’s eyes sparkled; he had successfully hoodwinked Desire with sweet talks.
These evil gods were all so foolish and arrogant.
He knew exactly why Desire was so close to him—he had used a massive amount of ghost essence, elevating his soul to a new level, irresistible to her.
Desire’s abilities also shaped her personality, and that successfully brought her here for his use.
Every time he sought her help, all it took was some icing on the cake—casting sweet promises, and she’d swallow them whole like a naïve little child.
In fact, he had even lured Desire’s embryo using this method, hiding away in this room’s concealed space.
It could be said that if he wanted to rest with Desire’s embryo now, it’d be entirely possible.
Desire was the embodiment of lust, yet she was incredibly protective of her embryo, never letting any man touch it. It was her fatal flaw.
Unfortunately, after this mission, that card would be useless.
Desire indeed was an evil god, but there were also levels among evil gods.
Letting her engage with the Thousand Eyes would only end one way—her d*ath and the Thousand Eyes being injured.
Oh well, if she’s discarded, so be it; Desire was inherently a double-edged sword—used poorly, it’d hurt him instead.
Don’t be fooled by her naïve demeanor; she could be ruthless, no different from any other godmother—lives meant nothing to her like they were mere ants!
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An arm wiped the bl**d from her face, and Zhao Mingyue took a glance at the hellish scene in the basement.
The nauseating feeling was very real; so many people were slaughtered, their cold corpses laying on the floor with bl**d and entrails smeared everywhere. If it weren’t for her having built up some courage in recent times, she would’ve thrown up all over!
“Bai Yu, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Bai Yu used bl**d threads to wipe off the bl**d covering her, and also cleaning the basement while ensuring Zhao Mingyue looked pristine.
She was quick, and without her cleaning up, the sight would have certainly pushed Zhao Mingyue over the edge.
“Was that them transmitting news to someone behind the scenes?”
“Yep, An Que now knows we exist.”
“I really can’t wrap my head around why these people are doing this.” On the way up, Zhao Mingyue’s face filled with complexities.
Just moments ago, Bai Yu dragged out two corpses from the Ghost Gate.
These gatekeepers were actually keeping ghosts alive with living humans.
This was still beneath the police station, and their families likely never dreamed it would be like this.
They had come to report a crime, only to find their loved ones’ corpses right under their feet!
Upon exiting the building, they ran into Lu Liangting.
“Mingyue, Bai Yu.”
Lu Liangting flexed his wrists. “I just called home; my dad helped me a bit.”
On the way back, Zhao Mingyue contacted Chen Yunshi, who indicated that everything had been set—the news had spread, and now the gatekeepers were likely working on their end according to their plan.
The plan was progressing smoothly; it just lacked a final push.
The strategy sounded complex but was quite straightforward, primarily leveraging information advantages.
The gatekeepers did not have a deep enough understanding of the evil god, and even less about Eternal Life Village and Bai Yu.
They had a blade poised at their throats; they essentially had no choice but to proceed.
“What’s our next step?” Zhao Mingyue turned her head.
The plan was not exactly what she envisioned; she had thought the gatekeepers would take a week to react, yet it had only been three days for such major movements!
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