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Chapter 564 Demon! (Please Subscribe)

"It's really dirty, with so many impurities. Is it some extraordinary property mixed into a huge mass of pollution?"

Looking at the dark, slowly wriggling mass of mud in his hand, Mu Sheng wrinkled his nose, revealing a look of utter disgust.

Despite his disdain, he still summoned a phantom of a 'furnace' the size of a head and refined the lump of black mud.

"The extraordinary properties content is approximately one-tenth of the contamination content of Sequence 9."

"The contamination level of a single Sequence 8!?"

Mu Sheng was somewhat shocked; the difference was dozens of times greater than before.

The local aborigines are truly brave; they dare to touch such filthy things.

A moment later, the illusory image of the 'furnace' dissipated.

A twisted black crystal appeared in Mu Sheng's hand.

Inside the crystal, many black mists drifted, constantly changing into various terrifying shapes, as if countless souls were roaring and howling inside.

Through the black crystal in his hand, Mu Sheng's spiritual sense detected dozens of foul auras scattered in different directions.

These auras, like the filthy thing in the statue that Mu Sheng had just crushed to death, all originated from the same source: the so-called Vishdhara god!
These auras varied in strength, with even the weakest being at the same level as the filthy thing in Shadipur village.

Don't think this thing is weak just because Mu Sheng can easily crush a dirty thing.

Although these so-called 'gods' have very low levels of extraordinary properties, don't forget that pollution is also a form of power!
Especially in the mysterious world, pollution and madness are the underlying themes, and the idea that one can become ten times stronger by turning evil is not just a figure of speech.

If Mu Sheng hadn't intervened in time to crush that filthy thing, the entire village of Shadipur would probably have disappeared from the map.

Such a contaminated object with a pollution level of Sequence 8 is probably something that even a Sequence 7 Extraordinary might not be able to handle.

Even if it could be solved, I doubt many people would be willing to get involved!
Extraordinary beings already teeter on the edge of losing control and madness; if their spirituality is further corrupted by such a filthy thing, it will be even more dangerous.

Among these auras, the strongest ones, in Mu Sheng's perception, were already infinitely close to demigods.

Although it is a demigod including the amount of pollution, this does not diminish the destructive power of this 'Vishdhara god'.

Even more troublesome!

"Okay!"

"Now I know why this continent, despite being colonized for over a hundred years, still has so many 'native gods'!"

Mu Sheng suddenly realized.

It's so dirty; the effort and the reward are completely disproportionate!
Risking contamination and increasing the risk of getting out of control to deal with these 'local gods' only resulted in a bunch of contaminated characteristics.

The extraordinary beings of the Kingdom of Rune and the Republic of Intis aren't stupid; why would they do such a losing deal?
Anyway, this is a colonial country, and those 'local gods' are harming the local natives. What does it have to do with them?

On the contrary, if these local forces are pushed to the brink and cause some kind of disaster involving the pollution of evil gods, it will actually affect their efficiency in harvesting colonies!

"Poor natives of the Southern Continent!"

"We had to endure both the resource plundering by the colonizers and the exploitation and persecution by these 'gods'—it was tragic! Absolutely tragic!"

Mu Sheng was immediately filled with compassion and resolved to save the innocent lives on this continent.

Liberate their minds, dismantle the mountains weighing on their heads, and create a beautiful world where everyone works for one another.

In return, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to take this continent for himself, would it?

"I'm so great!"

Mu Sheng was once again moved by his own noble character. He then put away the black crystal and prepared to leave the temple.

Now that he had determined what these local gods were, he was ready to begin his hunt.

Anyway, he has a good appetite and isn't picky about food!

'Let's settle Anjali in first, then begin the hunt!'

As Mu Sheng pondered what to do next, he strode towards the outside of the temple.

The indigenous girl, Anjali, followed closely behind him, her neck held high. She was not frightened at all by his killing spree; instead, she looked proud and self-satisfied.

The priestess Sharma, who had driven her and her mother to flee the village, was nothing more than a vermin that Young Master Victory could crush at will.

The coachman, Bain, walked behind the two men, one hand on his holster, his gaze fixed coldly on the village chief Jagdish and the others.

We're on guard against them doing anything that might offend their employer!

At the entrance of the temple, more than two hundred villagers gathered, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

In a nearby village, even more villagers were on their way.

"Come out! Come out!"

"Grandma Maniha's granddaughter, and those two outsiders have come out!"

"How is it? How is it? Did Anjali go to fulfill her vow to Vishdhara? Is her wealth a blessing from the gods?"

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The villagers all turned their attention to the group of people who were walking out of the temple gate.

The children stared curiously at Mu Sheng and the coachman Bain, seemingly wondering what these outsiders looked like.

The adults, however, focused more on Anjali Singh and the village chief Jagdish, among others.

The women looked at Anjali's gorgeous clothes with envy, and were jealous of her beautiful face, which allowed her to be with a wealthy foreign man.

The men, on the other hand, were more curious about whether she had some method to obtain Vishdhara's blessings and become extremely wealthy.

"Would you like me to come to your house and take a look?"

Mu Sheng paused, looked at the native girl beside him, and asked.

Anjali immediately shook her head: "That's not my home. It hasn't been since the day my mother and I fled the village!"

Seeing the earnest expression on the native girl's face, Mu Sheng knew she wasn't just being polite, so he walked towards the carriage.

"In that case, let's go straight back!"

He originally planned to finish his own business, and if the indigenous girl wanted to return home in glory, he wouldn't mind spending a little more time.

Since the other party has no such intention, let's just leave.

However, just as the group was about to board the carriage, they suddenly heard the village chief Jagdish shouting from behind.

"Priest! They killed Priest Sharma!"

We can't let them leave!

The scene fell silent instantly, and the villagers' faces visibly showed panic and fear.

"What?"

"Priest Sharma has been murdered? This is disrespect to the gods, blasphemy! Sacrifice to the gods!"

"With the priest dead, Vishdhara will surely bring down a great calamity. Shadipur Village is doomed!"

"Don't let them go! Tie them up and offer them to Vishdhara as atonement!"

"To atone for our sins! Burn them to atone for the sins of Vishdhara!"

Burn them! Burn them!

The villagers' panic and fear quickly turned into hostility towards Mu Sheng and his group, erupting into a fierce roar.

"Ok?"

Mu Sheng raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the village chief Jagdish in front of the temple gate.

The latter's eyes were filled with fear of him, yet he still forced himself to stand up and incited the villagers to shout and kill him.

Mu Sheng knew why the village chief Jagdish did this!

He learned a great deal of information about Vishdhara from the spirit of the old priest.

The temple in Shadipur village is just one of many temples in the Vishdhara religion, and it is the lowest-ranking one.

In other, larger villages, towns, and even cities, there are even larger, more prestigious temples. If the Vishdhara people knew that the priests of Shadipur had died at the hands of outsiders brought back by their own villagers…

And if he does nothing, Jagdish's fate will not be any better than being crushed to death by Mu Sheng!

"Are you betting that I won't kill you?"

Mu Sheng chuckled to himself. Did he really seem like such a good person?

While he is indeed a good person, should good people be held at gunpoint?
Mu Sheng slowly raised his arm and, under the gaze of the village chief Jagdish, made a clenched fist in the air!
"Unfortunately, you lost your bet!"

"Bang!!!"

In front of the temple gate, the village chief Jagdish's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon.

Bright red juice splattered everywhere, staining the ground in front of the temple red.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of watermelon-exploding sounds rang out, and the villagers who cursed the loudest and jumped the most enthusiastically in the crowd...

One after another, heads exploded!
The frenzied crowd quickly quieted down, everyone standing frozen in place, afraid to make another sound.

This outsider is more terrifying than a demon!
'Such terrifying strength, such a cold-blooded nature!'

Coachman Bain couldn't help but swallow hard; his employer's methods were truly ruthless.

Bane wasn't a stranger to killing, but the act of popping a head like a balloon still sent chills down his spine.

Anjali, the indigenous girl standing to the side, looked at Musheng with a fanatical gaze.

"Let's go, I don't think anyone will stop us now!"

Mu Sheng said calmly, stepped onto the carriage, and pulled the native girl up with him.

Coachman Bain silently jumped into the driver's seat, pulled the reins, and the carriage turned around and headed back the way it came.

"Da da~!"

"Da da~!"

The crisp sound of horses' hooves echoed along the uneven path, slowly fading into the distance under the bright sunlight.

After a while.

After the carriage disappeared completely at the end of the road, the villagers of Shadipur in front of the temple gradually came back to their senses from the scene they had just witnessed.

Although the immediate threat of death has disappeared, the terrible consequences of the temple priest's death still remain!
"A jinx! A jinx!"

"Priest Sharma is dead, Village Chief Jagdish is dead, and Granny Maniha's granddaughter is a jinx!"

"How to do how to do?"

"Vishdhara will surely bring divine punishment. Shadipur village is doomed, we are all doomed!"

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The fear of divine punishment turned these ignorant and foolish villagers into a state of panic, like rats.

at this time.

An aged voice, tinged with pride and joy, rang out from not far away.

Where is my dear, precious granddaughter?

"Your dearest grandmother has come to see you!"

On the rugged dirt road leading to Shadipur village, there was an old woman dressed in heavy makeup with a lucky mole on her forehead.

Supported by several teenagers, he strode towards the temple.

The elderly woman, Maniha, with her gray hair, kept craning her neck to look into the crowd even before they arrived at their destination.

His face was filled with ecstasy and excitement!
What she didn't notice was that the villagers' gazes towards her seemed to be getting increasingly strange.

“Old woman Maniha, the grandmother of that jinx!”

"It was all her granddaughter's fault that she killed Priest Sharma."

The villagers looked at each other, then spontaneously dispersed, forming a circle around each other.

"Anjali! Anjali Singh!"

Grandma Maniha was still shouting, "My most filial granddaughter, come to your grandmother and let me take a good look at you!"

As she kept calling out, she finally realized something was wrong!
Why is there a bloody smell in the air?
And why do these villagers look so serious?
"Anjali! My dear granddaughter!"

Suddenly, as if she had been choked, the old woman Maniha's voice plummeted to the lowest point.

"I...I think I forgot to lock the door. I need to go back."

As the villagers drew closer, old woman Maniha instinctively sensed danger and turned to run away.

It was too late!

Behind her, a group of villagers with indifferent expressions had blocked her way.

"W-what do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything reckless! My granddaughter is the woman of a wealthy foreigner!"

The old woman, Maniha, had no idea what was going on and could only threaten him with bluster.

However, her threat only enraged the crowd further.

"That jinx killed our priest!"

"She is the grandmother of the jinx, and the priest's death is also related to her. Burn her!"

"Burn her! Burn her!"

Driven to their wits by fear, the villagers swarmed forward and pinned the old woman Maniha to the ground, tying her up.

Someone set up a fire, and the crowd threw the still struggling and screaming old woman Maniha onto it and set it on fire!

"boom!"

The orange-red flames quickly blazed up.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

"It's so hot! It hurts! Why are you burning me? Why are you burning me?!"

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Amidst the piercing screams, the fire grew larger and larger, and a rich aroma of meat filled the air.

The villagers around them smiled with relief. They had burned the jinx to death, so Vishdra should not punish them anymore!
...

...

In the Southern Continent, there stands a magnificent temple atop a mountain peak.

"Boom!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Mu Sheng, transformed into a ten-meter-tall armored giant, was wielding his iron fists and wantonly destroying the statues in the main hall.

"Evil!"

“The great Vishdhara will not let you go; He will skin you and make a drum from your skin, and cut off your skull and make a wine cup from your skull.”

"Your soul will be burned in flames, your..."

Amid the curses of the temple priests, the armored giant smashed the statue to pieces, pulling out a large, filthy lump of black mud.

"Finally, we've gathered them all. Now we can summon the evil god!"

(End of this chapter)