Chapter 87: Reorganizing The [wish Association], White Gloves Holding In Trust?
The Tiger Demon froze in place, carefully sensing the mental connection that appeared in its mind.
When it focused its perception, it indeed captured faint strands of mental threads, vaguely entwining its own soul. The initiative was in its hands; it could actively disconnect or choose to connect. However, this connection was extremely faint, unable even to directly influence or communicate with the other end, more like unilaterally receiving signals.
It carefully tallied them and found about 34 signals, currently scattered across various places in Running City. Any farther away, and it could no longer perceive them at all.
The voice that rang in its mind belonged to the only peripheral member currently praying, asking the mysterious existence how to captivate the handsome guy she met yesterday, making him fall head over heels for her and agree to be her boyfriend.
Tiger Demon: “??!” What the hell are you saying?
It was now both surprised and baffled: “So, I’ve turned disaster into fortune, inheriting the final legacy of the White Feather Wish Association early on? After the Cult Leader and Deputy Cult Leader both perished, I’ve become the mental signal tower connecting numerous peripheral members, a true confession tree hole, and the new Cult Leader?”
I clearly came to catch goblins, yet suddenly inherited a dilapidated illegal underground organization. Becoming the Cult Leader and moonlighting as an Evil God?
The Game Sprite offered advice: “If you plan to rebuild the White Feather Wish Association, you can indeed become the Cult Leader and moonlight as the Holy Son and Holy Father, achieving Trinity. The previous Wish Association was just an unprofessional suicide enthusiast club. They used a parchment containing Supernatural Powers, signing their names with their own blood, which produced constraints like secrecy.”
“Now, your situation is vastly different. You are a miracle born from the Sacrifice Ritual, containing the Origin of the Shadow Demon God within your body, genuinely establishing a mystical connection with the Wish Association’s members, unrelated to that parchment. Huh? Couldn’t the Wish Association join your Anti-Law Plan, then be reorganized into a private cult?!”
The Tiger Demon, influenced by Zhou Chu’s safety education, shook its head repeatedly: “No no no, no proselytizing; we must comply with Running Local laws. This White Feather Wish Association can be rebuilt and maintained. I just can’t think of a specific use for it right now, but it will surely be useful in the future. If all else fails, it can serve as a White Gloves tool to indirectly remote-control them into doing things for me.”
Huh? Why do I feel more and more like an obscure little Demon God?
Not only does the Tiger Demon possess Evil God traits, the Ghost Companion has lending (Anti-Law) potential, and now it picked up a dilapidated Wish Association shell for free. Plus his epiphany at Dragon Field with the triple strike of Shadow, Holy Light, and Anti-Law.
Is all this pure coincidence, or the guidance of fate? A gleam of wisdom flashed in the Tiger Demon’s eyes.
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Temporarily setting aside the ‘mental connection’ in its mind that wasn’t useful yet, it refocused and looked toward the group of goblins that had lost their minds due to the enticement potion’s Stimulation, collectively going berserk.
If it didn’t act soon, they were about to get disgustingly frisky.
The shadows under its feet began to boil and surge, one after another pitch-black monstrous hands emerging from the ground shadows, their wrists infinitely extending and stretching, slithering like snakes, stealthily moving in the shadows to appear behind the group of goblins.
With a mere thought from the Tiger Demon, these shadow arms shot out instantly, fingers forming claws to precisely Throat Lock, viciously gripping necks, slender arms wrapping around the goblins’ bodies like pythons, swiftly tightening to unleash Death strangulation.
The goblins immersed in food let out screams of intense pain, gradually coming to their senses, but it was too late to struggle or resist. Their frail, skinny bodies were utterly powerless against the shadow-condensed arms.
Thud! Thud!! Thud!!!
These shadow hands seized goblin Heads one by one, suddenly exerting force and smashing them together two by two, emitting crisp echoes of ‘skull thuds’. The goblins, who had been screaming and struggling, quickly fell into concussed unconsciousness and dropped to the ground asleep.
After completing all this, the Tiger Demon calmly switched back to human form, the Shadow Uniform rewrapping its entire body and equipping it with a Gas Mask and Goggles.
Yuan Zhu pulled a rope from his satchel, tying up the group of goblins securely, and counted them while at it. A total of 12, a bountiful harvest.
Using the Uniform’s power amplification, he dragged these 12 trophies out of the Sewer in stages, loading them all into the Pickup Truck bed and covering them with a tarp.
Getting in the truck, starting the engine, driving off, turning Direction, heading toward the Residential Area where the Haunted House was located.
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Arriving smoothly at the Residential Area, upon seeing the guard again, the other no longer obstructed but curiously leaned in with a hint of unease, inquiring: “Sir, you’re back again. Didn’t you already handle that Haunted House yesterday, even specially pasting a Seal and Warning everyone not to approach? Why are you back today?”
Yuan Zhu got out and walked to the back of the truck, casually making up: “Brought some small Sacrifices to make that Evil Spirit leave more peacefully, so it doesn’t come back to life and haunt.”
He lifted a corner of the tarp, deliberately exposing a few unconscious goblins.
The guard jumped at the sight of these blood-covered, strange-Smelling little green skins, then reacted with lingering fear: “This…”
“Human pillar, town house, Sacrifice… you get it. It’s a civilized society now; even Orcs have legal status. I’m not afraid that thing was too vicious, not fully handled, leaving hidden dangers for you all. So today I specially caught a few goblins to come back and perform a ritual, stuff them all in, create a few Earthbound Spirits, turn baleful energy into use to counter lonely yin, gather wind and qi for rolling wealth, benefiting your entire Residential Area.”
Yuan Zhu’s mystifying nonsense surprisingly synced with the guard’s mindset. Who knows what he imagined; the guard’s gaze toward the goblins softened considerably. As if looking at some golden boy and jade girl? He nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself that the sizes matched, just the color was a bit green.
“Are you going to duel with magic, alter the feng shui? Master, master! After your modifications, this Haunted House should sell quickly.”
“Hm?” Yuan Zhu’s ears twitched, interrupting: “What did you just say, sell it? Doesn’t this House have an owner? How is it on sale again?”
The guard was very familiar with the Haunted House situation: “It originally did have an owner, a merchant doing pretty good Business. Unfortunately, he encountered a shipwreck in Taixi and has had no news. Until anomalies appeared in this House, Property Management investigated and found the householder Dead, with no heirs, so they relisted it for sale. But because of the ‘Haunted House’ reputation, no one’s bought it yet…”
Yuan Zhu hadn’t expected such a surprise; the behind-the-scenes mastermind hadn’t bought this Villa, afraid the Garden would be exposed, leaving clues that could implicate them? So they created the ‘Haunted House’ name to deter buyers.
“Reselling someone else’s private property like this, is it reasonable?”
The guard: “It wasn’t originally, but Property Management has some ties to the city government, so it became reasonable. You understand.”
His mind turned, and he couldn’t help asking: “What’s the price of this Villa?”
“Originally listed over 50,000, but with no takers it kept dropping; now down to 37,000. Interested?”
Yuan Zhu shook his head: “Too expensive, can’t afford it. I’m just a poor Working stiff.”
“Don’t joke; a capable master like you will surely strike it rich someday.” He really thought Yuan Zhu was some Yellow Heaven remnant versed in feng shui; such elite talents were often honored guests of big shots.
Even the behind-the-scenes mastermind hadn’t made a move on this Haunted House; Yuan Zhu naturally wouldn’t make such a conspicuous purchase.
So, how to indirectly hold this Villa… Suddenly, he thought of the already bankrupt and disbanded White Feather Wish Association; this legacy came just in time!
If he could rebuild the Wish Association, indirectly control a batch of Running White Gloves—mutually unknown yet able to secretly issue instructions for them to execute his Missions and hold the Haunted House in his stead, wouldn’t that be perfect?
The more he thought, the more feasible it seemed; he was almost eager to summon the old members.
Unfortunately, he severely lacked knowledge in this area and couldn’t directly consult Rain Courtyard’s Senior Student. She was an ordinary University student, not versed in forming illegal cults or, from an Evil God’s perspective, using mental connections to summon Believers to gather and Sacrifice to him.
Perhaps the Mao Mao King was more familiar with this? The Garden issue needed asking Mao Mao King first if interested; if it could take over, it would be even more perfect.
Connecting these issues, Yuan Zhu felt greatly pleased. He parked the junk truck in front of the broken House and carried two goblins to the Door.
This time no need to pick the lock; the Shadow Uniform resonated with the Shadow Pollution inside the house, like an intelligent door lock with facial recognition, automatically opening.
The moment he stepped into the dilapidated Haunted House, eerie cries of ‘Tomato-tomato-tomato—’ ‘Buddhist-Buddhist-Buddhist—’ instantly filled the Hall, like entering a Haunted House.
Soon, four pitch-black Tomato-headed Shadow Demonic Creatures materialized upside down from the ceiling, growing from a Shadow vine in an extremely bizarre posture, expanding larger and larger until reaching Ghost Companion size, their headful of eyeballs’ pupils trembling as they fixed on Yuan Zhu.
They all showed confusion and bewilderment; this familiar yet strange feeling made them want to tear apart the other (Holy Mark) while feeling an inexplicable urge to kneel in fear—what was going on?
The four Eggplant Head Ghosts surrounded Yuan Zhu, looking like they wanted to attack but hesitating stupidly, instantly giving Yuan Zhu a headache and igniting his anger.
These Ghost Companions’ software was too low-end; they couldn’t even recognize their master like a dog?!
He had to restrain the Holy Light, reignite the [Boss Template] aura, the shadows underfoot surging violently to spread throughout the entire Haunted House, reclaiming dominance.
“Tomato-tomato-tomato!”
Only then did the four Eggplant Head Ghosts react, realizing the master had returned! They jumped down to the ground one after another, joyfully kneeling to Yuan Zhu: “Buddhist-Buddhist-Buddhist!”, “Buddhist-Buddhist-Buddhist!”
Looking at these four retards, Yuan Zhu grew even more unconfident about the goblins’ future. These Ghost Companions’ predecessors were the higher-soul and Intelligence residents of that leaf country, long influenced by Buddhist Dharma, transformed into Mad Tomatoes and Refinement.
If the Intelligence of the Ghost Companions they became was this low, then what level of low would the even more retarded and weaker goblins Refinement into Ghost Companions reach? Directly low through to the Earth’s core?
With these concerns, he transferred all 12 goblins into the Haunted House, locked the Door tight, and began pondering how to Refinement them.
Directly swallowing ordinary goblins with [Universe Within The Belly] would have only one outcome: digested directly by the Tiger Demon, broken down into nutrients, getting nothing.
To Refinement [Ghost Companions], they needed at least to have been deeply Polluted in life, with some Supernatural traits, and sufficient personal Spirituality to form a ‘Dataized Soul archive’.
If they couldn’t pass these two hurdles, they didn’t even qualify as cannon fodder.
