### Chapter 172: Evil God: You’ve delivered yourself right to my door, huh?
The mountains were shrouded in a thin mist, making the already dark forest even harder to navigate. It was easy to get lost here—getting lost was pretty much a d*ath sentence for anyone.
That’s when the benefits of the human head lantern came into play. It could disperse the surrounding fog to a certain degree, helping keep the direction intact. With it, the Dragon Lady could locate the rear village in no time, avoiding aimless wandering in the woods.
The red light flickered in the human head lantern. Lacking hands, the Dragon Lady had to tug on the hair of the human head lantern, dragging along the terrified-looking head as she moved.
“The fog here is all thanks to those four guys, preventing outsiders from coming in while trapping those on the inside.”
“There shouldn’t be any living humans left in Eternal Life Village—just a bunch of walking corpses.”
“Who knows if they can even keep their wits about them?”
“Actually, that’s not right. Those guys in Eternal Life Village should still be alive.”
“In a rather alternative way, they live in a perpetual loop of the same day.”
“They’re quite pitiful, yet they don’t deserve any sympathy. They summoned the Evil God themselves, and what they’ve become now is pretty much self-inflicted.”
“Do you know why they summoned the Evil God?”
“At first, it was for money, but then they started chasing after life, power, women, land—so many things.”
“In the beginning, everything was normal, but, soon enough, the Evil God started revealing her true colors.”
“They sought eternal life, so eternal life they got!”
As the red human head lantern drove back the darkness and fog, the Dragon Lady slowed her speed, cautiously surveying her surroundings.
Once entering a certain range, curses and malevolent thoughts escalated exponentially. A single misstep could spell disaster, especially within the confusing confines of Eternal Life Village—these curses and bad vibes were omnipresent; raw power alone wouldn’t cut it.
It wasn’t just about being powerful; with her strength far beyond that of other humans, she needed to be prepared to tread carefully here or face certain doom.
Soft whispers seemed to slither into her ears.
She could vaguely hear someone calling her name, a tone agitated, like they had something incredibly urgent to say. Instinctively, she strained to listen, while a restless energy tightened in her chest, her throat itching uncomfortably as if the urge to cough were unbearable.
But she couldn’t listen; she couldn’t make a sound.
Once inside the forest, one could clearly distinguish the difference. In the front village, it was possible to hear sounds, but it was nothing compared to the mental manipulation happening now.
Aside from the voices, the mental coaxing made it nearly irresistible to listen in, drawing her in unexpectedly as if a ghostly hand were gently tugging at her, a beautiful figure’s soft whispers brushing against her ear.
This wasn’t a frontal assault; it was a slow seep—a kind of situation that was the hardest to fend off.
The mountain path was rugged and hard to traverse, but luckily, wedding processions frequently passed between the front and rear villages, making a trail of sorts.
The purpose of these bridal parties was to deepen the influence of the front village. The front village existed to stop the Evil God from extending her power. Once fully permeated, the front and rear village would be indistinguishable, and the Evil God could break free.
Time passed unmeasured as the Dragon Lady pressed on, glancing behind her.
The path she had come from was now indistinguishable, obscured by hazy fog and dark shadows. Deeper within, she caught a flicker—a glint of something that seemed to dart past.
“We’ve been spotted by a ghost.”
The Dragon Lady deliberately slowed down. Up ahead, she saw someone crouched down, softly weeping. As she approached, it became clear that it was a little boy, probably around eight or nine years old.
The boy was covered in dirt and had rips and tears in his clothes from branches and shrubs, looking as though he’d been lost in the woods for ages. His voice was strained from crying, mumbling something under his breath.
“Can someone please help me? Carry me down the mountain, please! I can’t walk anymore, wuwuwu.”
The Dragon Lady raised an eyebrow and walked over. “Little brother, did you get separated from your family? Do you want your big sister to help you down the mountain?”
As soon as she spoke, the boy gradually stopped sniffling. His small body quivered as he paused, “Really, big sister… really…?”
But when he turned around, his voice dripped with venomous malice rather than any trace of sorrow or grievance.
In that instant, the Dragon Lady’s left claw shot down, grabbing the boy’s face as she yanked him off the ground.
“Of course it’s real.”
With a swift move, the Evil Ghost couldn’t even let out a shriek before the Dragon Lady crushed it into a cloud of black mist.
“Want to d*e again, do you? You’re still a ghost for now, but if a ghost dies again, well, nothing’s left then.”
With a flick of her claw, the black mist from the Evil Ghost dissipated significantly.
After slaying the Evil Ghost, the Dragon Lady’s fierce words caused the fog on the path ahead to thin out. The lurking spirits in the shadows were too scared to show themselves now. Even the sobs and calls from before vanished completely, removing the final obstacle on the road to Eternal Life Village.
The Dragon Lady quickened her pace, bursting through the fog a few minutes later.
Her vision cleared, no longer obstructed by trees and mist. A small ancient village came into view. This village wasn’t particularly huge, but its atmosphere was completely different from the other mountain huts—it was silent, with mud-brick houses rather than wooden structures.
Eternal Life Village wasn’t built halfway up the mountain; it lay nestled in the valley between two mountains—a uniquely flat basin.
From her position, she could see an ugly archway made of mud stacked together at the village entrance, with inscriptions on either side.
“The blessed land of the Eternal Life Godmother”
“Protected by Heaven, Earth, and the Divine Human Goddess”
The large red characters on the top read: “Good God.”
Following the standard right-to-left reading, it meant “God Good.”
A winding path led directly to the village, with a broad road separating both sides—the layout bore some similarity to the front village.
Upon first glance, Eternal Life Village didn’t seem so hellish.
Red lanterns hung at every doorway, true red lanterns rather than the creepy human head she carried. Some rooftops even had wisps of smoke curling up, and she could see the slow-moving silhouettes of locals in the village path.
At first glance, this looked nothing like a ghost village; it was merely an ordinary small village. Oddly enough, it seemed less uncanny than the front village, where every door was bolted shut, the high thresholds adorned with hanging scissors, and the disheveled houses were choked with wild grass, devoid of any visible paths.
The rear village appeared tidy, with no weeds. The ground was paved with stones and bricks, houses lined up systematically, and although they were mud-brick, they still possessed a certain charm of history and culture.
Such an ancient village, nestled between two mountains, was picturesque—how could it even be associated with a ghost village?
But if one observed closely from outside, questions arose.
The villagers moved slowly and stiffly, heads hung low, bodies bent, wandering aimlessly. When they crossed paths with one another, hardly a greeting or glance was exchanged.
Moreover, with the trees blocking the way, visibility in the forest was lower than outside.
Standing at the village entrance, one would notice that this place was darker than the forest itself. Despite a dim yellow moon hanging in the sky, it cast no light here as if a shadow loomed over the village, blocking all rays of light from outside.
The only visibility in the village was due to the old, dusty red lanterns hanging about—their decrepit condition barely emitted a faint red glow.
The red tint of the lanterns was faint, tinting the grey village with a tinge of color.
“Tonight is the night of the sacrificial festival. However, the time hasn’t arrived yet. It’s not until midnight that the real madness will begin.”
“And it’s not just the Evil God here.”
Perched on a tree branch, the Dragon Lady crossed her arms, her playful demeanor replaced with a narrowed gaze, looking down at the nearby village.
“Ghosts, evil spirits, the eternal, believers—maybe even some things that have gained sentience.”
“But it doesn’t matter; whether there’s more or fewer, what’s the difference?”
bl**d Threads coiled around the Dragon Lady’s body, forming a layer of black armor over her vital areas. Bai Yu was gradually taking control of the Dragon Lady’s form.
The dark golden vertical pupils filled with black—flashes of bl**d-red glowed faintly. Behind the mask, the Dragon Lady’s pink lips parted slightly, a harmony of voice emerging from both her and the ghost.
“Just k*ll them all, and it’ll be fine.”
The simplest yet most difficult way to eliminate the Evil God was to wipe out her believers.
As long as the believers were killed off or reduced to a certain number, the Evil God would be severely weakened.
One dead believer would slightly diminish the Evil God’s strength, and this would continue until the last believer fell, hitting her with a critical blow.
Not all Evil Gods were at the level of Burning Heart; some could survive without believers.
The A She Godmother, in the Dragon Lady’s view, would equate having no believers to d*ath—unless a host could be found, similar to Burning Heart.
But in a ghostly place like this, where alive humans were nonexistent, where would she find a host?
Just as the Dragon Lady was ready to move, a ghost materialized in front of her, head bent, exuding an eerie aura.
“You’ve finally come back…”
Bai Yu condensed her long kn*fe, silently walking towards the Evil Ghost.
The Evil Ghost felt the Dragon Lady’s approach, seemingly controlled by the will of some Evil God.
“Since you’re back, don’t leave. Fulfill your duty as a goddess by offering your body to me, and I will…”
Before it could finish, the little ghost was severed in half by Bai Yu’s blade.
Without a backward glance, she kept moving into the village, indifferent to how the Evil God would react.
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Just one more chapter to go, and another will come out tonight.
As for the chapter I owe from yesterday, let’s save that for tomorrow. Today is basically a no-go, wuwuwu.
And let’s discuss the reward matter later!
