Chapter 283: Behind the Ghost Gate
If there’s a chance to gain the power of belief, then even monsters can absorb it and transform it into the strength they need. It’s just like how the Evil God’s wicked thoughts can be perfectly absorbed by her. The problem is, under normal circumstances, monsters have no opportunity to obtain the power of belief.
Nobody chooses to place their faith in a monster. Even if one or two people, or even five or six, tried—let’s be real, that amount of belief isn’t worth a penny! It’s so trivial, in fact, that after it’s absorbed, they won’t even feel a thing.
Because of this, the Evil Gods developed curses to twist people’s hearts, allowing for large-scale absorption of believers.
Moreover, the power of belief depends on both the quantity and quality, which hinges on whether the believers are sincere. The more devoted the believer, the purer the belief they provide. Otherwise, relying on just those villagers from the Eternal Life Village wouldn’t even feed four Evil Gods!
Running out of belief power, these four Evil Gods were racking their brains to turn the villagers into those neither-human-nor-ghost creatures, eternally stuck in the same day, unable to escape.
This also proves that not only humans can provide belief; under the right conditions, even monsters can churn out a surprisingly substantial amount of belief power.
Bai Yu wondered if she could also use the power of the Evil Gods to gain some belief for herself.
In her old life, she wouldn’t have thought of this path at all.
Gaining followers or whatever was such a hassle—it was definitely not her strong suit.
But right now, she had no other choice.
Absorbing monster power came with risks, and absorbing from an Evil God was even riskier!
“In the basement, I caught someone from the Ghost Domain, took him out, and am now interrogating the ghost.” Bai Yu put away the cursed heart and temporarily shelved that idea.
No rush on the belief thing. Even if she had to dive into it, better to first get a handle on the Black Sun Godmother’s curse power—she didn’t even know how the Black Sun Godmother’s curse worked!
It seemed to have an effect similar to sunshine; as long as someone got hit with the Black Sun light, they’d end up cursed, and the longer the exposure, the deeper the curse would settle.
This ability looked strong, but the limitations were tight.
The range of the Black Sun’s light was limited—when it’s weak, the radius might not even reach five meters.
Much like the Burning Heart Goddess’s power, it fell into that category of having huge potential.
With Chen Yunshi and Qian Mu, Bai Yu headed toward the hospital’s morgue. Good news: the hospital hadn’t noticed anything unusual yet; the basement was empty, not a soul in sight.
Dragging out the unfortunate wretch from the refrigerated drawer, Bai Yu turned to Chen Yunshi.
“Don’t worry, Bai Yu! As for that dimwit Yunshi, she may love her street vendor’s fake wine so much that her brain’s a little fried. And let’s not get started on her cucumber face masks in the shower and that new habit of watching movies while soaking, which has ruined the only tablet in the house!”
At this point, Qian Mu paused for dramatic effect. “But! She’s got a real talent for this, no problem there. It’s just interrogation—An Que isn’t even dead yet! He’s still begging for mercy every day!”
“I thought his mind would break under the torture, but Yunshi still has some tricks up her sleeve to keep his consciousness intact.”
“Really sad, isn’t it?”
Qian Mu wasn’t feeling sorry for An Que. She couldn’t muster sympathy for him; every time she thought of it, memories of her own human days would flood back, and she’d find herself wishing she’d just off him to set him free. Anyone else would’ve long had enough of his nonsense.
Listening to that, Chen Yunshi—right in the middle of arranging the formation—couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of her eye.
Qian Mu was doing this on purpose.
So what if she broke her tablet? Is she any better? Her phone was getting worn out, too! Every day it was spewing off some nonsensical abstract videos or those so-fake-it-hurts touching stories.
Lately, the sad literature she loved was gone, replaced by some abstract phrases; had she not given her a good beating, she’d probably never kick this bad habit.
People really do love compromise; back then, she thought hearing her ramble on about sad literature was annoying, but now, she realized how endearing her old self was.
Shouting things like “shut up, snow leopard”—what even is a snow leopard, anyway?
“Don’t listen to her drivel. I’ve got this covered.”
With one swift stab into the man’s heart, his eyes went wide, not a word to be uttered. His soul was yanked out, and while Chen Yunshi whispered incantations, a torrent of resentment filled the room, gradually transforming the man’s soul towards becoming an Evil Ghost.
He didn’t need to become a Red Clothes figure, or even an Evil Ghost; he just needed a strong enough soul to withstand the upcoming interrogation.
There were many ways to interrogate a soul—no need to go all out like with An Que. She had plenty of methods to extract the truth.
Meanwhile, Qian Mu was getting restless again, snaking around Zhao Mingyue, leaning in to whisper, “No wonder they slap those cucumber slices on their faces every day. She must be terrified of becoming an old hag from all that sorcery!”
Chen Yunshi rolled her eyes, smoothly dismissing Bai Yu’s questions.
What they were doing could indeed be soul alchemy. The real question was: what was it for?
Their purpose here was simple—to track down Huang Fengxi’s location and to retrieve the newly born Evil God from the real Ghost Gate somewhere.
Recently, there’d been huge disturbances behind the Ghost Gate, causing many Evil Gods to itch to come out.
Rumor has it something was driving these Evil Gods away from the Ghost Gate, and it had something to do with their new leader.
Speaking of a new leader, Bai Yu wasn’t surprised. It had to be Nightmare.
Currently, Nightmare seemed to be doing two things: hunting ghosts for alchemy and gathering these Evil Gods.
Bai Yu pondered—was there some sort of agreement between Nightmare and Dark Moon God? She gathers soul potions for Dark Moon God, and Dark Moon God helps her with something.
As for whether Nightmare was working for Dark Moon God, Bai Yu didn’t bother considering.
First off, Nightmare’s strength wasn’t weak. Back in her prime, she was slightly weaker than Dark Moon God. But not by much; if they actually fought, it’d probably be a 70-30 split in favor of Dark Moon God.
In such circumstances, Nightmare wouldn’t willingly play second fiddle to Dark Moon God.
Bai Yu took a deep breath, silently memorizing the Ghost Gate’s address.
She wanted to check behind the Ghost Gate again.
At least to determine whether Bai Sisi’s soul had completely vanished.
Today was just unexpectedly sudden.
My high school classmates suddenly organized a gathering and invited my high school homeroom teacher out to dinner.
I found this out in the afternoon and, well—I’m sorry, everyone.
Tomorrow, it’s five updates. I’m making a solemn military pledge: if I don’t deliver, I’ll cross-dress and stand on my head!
