### Chapter 353: The Poor Evil God
“My relationship with her has been like an arranged marriage since childhood. You could say we were childhood sweethearts, growing up together, and I promised her I’d marry her once we turned adult.”
“But then, disaster struck the village when she was fifteen. This place always struggled with water; every household had to dig wells. For some unknown reason, these wells frequently ran dry. That’s why you see so many empty wells around here.”
“Even if two wells were just a few meters apart, one might be dry while the other still had water. It was bizarre!”
“One day, the villagers realized that all the wells in the village had run dry. If they wanted to drink water, they had to trek over ten kilometers to find some. That was just way too far!”
“They thought about building a reservoir or something, but soon discovered that any water brought back to the village, even if it started off clean and clear, would turn dirty and smelly by morning.”
“The villagers started speculating that the village must be cursed by the Water God.”
“Next came the rituals to appease the god. Initially, it seemed to work, but as time went on, things returned to how they were. Villagers held a discussion, and eventually, the village chief took the lead in inviting a master back. The master claimed that the village’s fate stemmed from a taboo and that only by inviting a deity could it be resolved.”
“To invite a god, they needed a vessel. After a round of selection in the village, it turned out my wife was the only one whose destiny matched the criteria. After repeatedly assuring everyone that the process would be safe, the rituals began.”
At this point, Zhou Wan paused, gripping her clothes tightly as evident anger washed over her.
This incident became a permanent scar for her—an emotional baggage that marked the start of all tragedies.
From her recount, everyone learned what happened next.
What Zhou Wan spoke about matched closely with Bai Yu’s mission for redemption, that after Zhou Wan’s wife became a goddess, she prayed for the village every day. It seemed like things were improving since that day, but unfortunately, several years later, another mishap unfolded.
The goddess’s prayers started losing their effects, and the duration became shorter over time.
Initially, the villagers respected her, but gradually the mood shifted to cursing and blaming.
Especially when drought hit the village, crops dwindled, and there were even occasional deaths.
All these problems pointed fingers at the goddess.
The curses and accusations escalated into beatings and imprisonment.
Everyone felt it was the goddess’s fault; if the village was dried up, it had to be her responsibility.
That year, when the goddess was imprisoned, Zhou Wan managed to rescue her, hoping to escape together. They intended to leave this place forever.
Yet, they genuinely did nothing wrong. After their affair was revealed, it turned out to be a scandal of the goddess and a man, blaming her loss of divine power for the village’s disasters.
The villagers unanimously decided that Zhou Wan was a sinner who deserved execution, and the goddess should be offered to the Water God.
During the preparations for the ritual, the villagers all agreed on one thing: drink the goddess’s bl**d.
They believed that despite her being sullied, her divine power still existed.
If they drank her bl**d, they would gain longevity, immunity to diseases, and it would even be particularly beneficial for men.
After all, the goddess was destined to be offered to the Water God, right? As long as she didn’t d*e, what was the harm?
Just one night had passed, and Zhou Wan watched helplessly as more than twenty villagers marched into the goddess’s cage, wielding knives to see where the “divine power” was strongest.
Fearing they’d drain her to d*ath, each took merely a sip, justifying to themselves that it was only a little bit of bl**d.
Each villager repeated this self-deceptive reasoning.
One sip per person—how about dozens?
In the end, the goddess mustered her strength, and when the one trying to drink her bl**d happened to be an old lady, she managed to grab the kn*fe from her hands, cutting the ropes binding her in the process.
As she did this, her wounds began to burst open, and she became drenched in bl**d, yet through that bl**d, her paper-thin white skin was visible.
After freeing Zhou Wan, the goddess did not follow her to escape.
There was no time; people had already discovered the situation.
That night, the village was filled with torch-wielding villagers with disgusted faces.
Just before fleeing the village, Zhou Wan saw the goddess cornered by a mob at the old well, and then she leaped down.
From that day on, the village returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.
The only difference was the water in the well, which forever glimmered with a faint red hue, even after boiling it wouldn’t disappear.
Drinking it had no real effect on their health, so no one cared.
Around this time, an evil deity named the Black Water Goddess descended upon the village.
Zhou Wan realized all this because she returned after killing many people—at least one-third of the village. She didn’t elaborate, but both Bai Yu and the Dragon Lady understood this marked her entry into the sc*m Game.
Moreover, she described the story in this world but hinted at another realm, where her village had been dragged into this game.
Zhou Wan even pondered if this evil god was her wife in some twisted way.
But later, she discovered that wasn’t the case at all.
A malevolent spirit took over her wife’s body while using the other half of her soul to undergo transformation, becoming the evil deity, the Black Water Goddess.
That explained why no evil god appeared for a long time after the goddess’s s*icide.
The spirit needed time to transform and slowly gathered faith from the villagers to grow stronger.
Once everyone finished the story, a heavy silence fell, including Bai Yu’s expression.
It seemed every time the goddess or saint was mentioned with an evil god, a tragic tale emerged. Take the Thousand Eyes Godmother—her sufferings made this goddess’s hardships seem tame; she was tortured for six months straight.
At least this goddess had someone who loved her and was willing to come back to exact revenge.
But the story of the Thousand Eyes was one of pure tragedy; An Que only deceived her, rendering her into an evil god.
“Those villagers are so despicable!” Zhao Mingyue’s voice shattered the awkward silence.
They really treated their benefactor like this?
The great goddess suffered years of ab*se and blame yet never fled—even that proved she was responsible. The drought was something she never wished to see.
According to Zhou Wan, the goddess once knelt by the old well for two full days and nights without eating or drinking, praying for the village, only to end in failure.
When she collapsed, not a single villager offered help or even thought to take her back for food or water.
During that time, Zhou Wan was confined for being too close to the goddess, and if she hadn’t sneaked out, the goddess would have died there.
Perhaps it was the Water God’s mockery—after the goddess fell ill, the village did receive a heavy rain. But to Zhou Wan, it felt like a cruel joke.
Bai Yu lowered her gaze, and after understanding the sequence of events, she finally knew what to do.
The key to the mission was to severely wound the evil god, then extract the remaining part of the goddess’s soul and force it into the evil god’s body. The evil god was already squatting in the goddess’s nest, so it could easily wipe out her will and let the goddess take control.
As long as the goddess was revived, whether as a human or an evil god, the mission would be complete.
After all, what Zhou Wan truly valued was the goddess’s soul, not her body. In the end, their relationship could turn out like that of the Thousand Eyes and Chen Yunshi—living it up happily ever after.
At that moment, Zhao Mingyue had completely disregarded the protagonist’s gender issues, nor did she ponder why their families arranged marriages for the two daughters. All she cared about was the goddess’s plight.
“Bai Yu, do you know how to solve this?”
In moments of uncertainty, Zhao Mingyue called for Bai Yu, her expectant little eyes darting over.
“Yes.”
Bai Yu succinctly shared her thoughts, and the crowd’s eyes sparkled with excitement, except for the Mechanic, who wore a frown.
“This approach is good, but the difficulty is too high.”
“What’s so hard about it?” retorted the Dragon Lady disdainfully. “It’s just a weak evil god; it’s easy to cripple them and switch out the soul. Come on, lead the way. Where is this deity’s temple?”
“Follow me.”
Zhou Wan didn’t waste time chatting and stood up to head outside.
At that moment, her long-silent heart stirred with life, and she felt a tad nervous, unsure if they’d succeed.
Let’s hope so.
“So how do we lure out the evil god’s true form?” Zhou Wan asked, puzzled.
Bai Yu raised a hand, and to Zhou Wan’s shock, bl**d threads shot up from all the houses in the village.
To force out the evil god, the solution was simple—destroy all of her followers, or at least seventy to eighty percent of them. Even if she didn’t want to show up, she’d have to.
After eliminating these followers, Bai Yu leaped into the air, her little feet in strapped sandals lightly tapping, as steps began to form beneath her.
She walked up into the sky, unhurriedly approaching the temple where the evil god resided.
The bl**d threads disappeared, only to gather behind her, forming a pair of massive wings, releasing a black and red glow. The curse of the Black Water Goddess was visibly melting away.
“Black Water God, Black Sun God—just a single word apart, yet worlds apart!”
The Dragon Lady patted Zhou Wan on the shoulder. “She’s a pro at slaying evil gods—there’s no evil god she can’t defeat.”
“Besides, this evil god is too young; if you brought in an old-timer, she’d have run off long ago.”
