This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Do you like the feeling of being manipulated as a chess piece?

Do you like the feeling of being unable to escape from the clutches of others no matter what?

Like a puppet, whether it is crying or laughing, collapsing and going crazy, being crushed like an insect, or raging to the sky in despair and swinging its blade forward, these are just the outcomes that the manipulator wants to see.

Your laughter, your despair, your struggle... are all just seasonings for the dish cooked with pain.

Your existence is just for "performance".

“If being controlled by others can bring you a more complete life than ordinary people, then why not?” You have heard such remarks countless times from the mouths of “winners in life”. Yes, they are usually hit by opportunities that fall from the sky, and they can leap from ordinary people with no advantages to powerful people who can pick stars with their hands. They have wealth and resources that countless ordinary people dare not even dream of, but at the beginning of their birth, they have already become the “protagonists of destiny” who enjoy all the favor of the Creator.

Any enemies and difficulties that appear in front of the protagonist are just "seasonings" to relieve the boredom in this boring "enthronement" journey.

The “audience” knows that the “protagonist” will never die; the “creator” knows that the “protagonist” will always be the center.

The whole world revolves around them.

"If being controlled by others can bring you a more complete life than an ordinary person, then why not?"

Life, strength, money, power, beauty, respect...

Aren’t these what we pursue in life?

Lying on the small bed in the rental house, I fantasized every day that one day I would be blessed by God and get everything easily.

Some lucky people actually made it happen.

They fight bravely on the stage, licking blood on the tip of the knife, or try every means to escape from the predicament, or have primitive intercourse with lovers on the stage whose appearance they can no longer remember... All of them together constitute a person, a person lying on a throne made of countless blood and corpses, watching countless "people" as rigid as computer programs, a person who seems to be participating in a cursed, never-ending war in mythology. Immortality, endless fighting...

Will they suddenly realize one day that in this game, there is actually only one living person who has long lost his self, fantasizing about his dream of becoming a king in an empty world, and clinging to a mission that has long lost its meaning?

Thanks to the generosity of the Creator, they are fortunate enough to have infinite lifespans and enjoy the days ahead.

"If being controlled by others can bring you a more complete life than an ordinary person, then why not?"

……

An Ling lowered the brim of her hat, and the bright moonlight of the full moon night shone on her body, but was absorbed by her black robe and disappeared. She was completely unlike the crescent moon fairy statue not far away that was constantly emitting dazzling light.

Two days later, the statue of the Crescent Moon Immortal was completely completed. Just in time for the full moon night, it was officially unsealed to receive worship from the people of Liyang City.

The owner of Liyang Crescent Pavilion, a simple man formerly known as Chen Yangjiao and now named Chen Yangjiao, put on a set of gorgeous clothes that were exactly the same style as the statue's, and wore a "tree" crown made of silver on his head. The crown was scattered, and the branches and leaves of each part were clearly visible. The carving was extremely terrifying, and one could even see dozens of human-headed birds among the trees, squatting on the branches. It looked both funny and weird, and was definitely not the style of Zhongzhou Daxuan.

Chen Yangjiao waved his sleeves and said loudly: "This month, everyone in Liyang City gathers here to celebrate the arrival of the New Moon Immortal!"

"The New Moon Immortal is unparalleled in wisdom and selfless in love. He does not accept money or worldly constraints, but only wants to provide people with a chance to change their fate!"

"Whatever your wish is, the Crescent Moon Immortal will make it come true for you!"

The cheers were deafening, like thunder! The enthusiastic people rushed forward frantically, eager to get closer to the Crescent Moon Immortal, as if getting closer would give them the chance to realize their wish.

An Ling sat on the roof of the Shi family shop, watching coldly the "religious fanaticism" that broke out among the crowd.

Shi Tongming wore a long-sleeved shirt today and hid his chisel in his sleeve, blending into the crowd. He looked at the crescent-shaped immortal statue above that was emitting light continuously, and his hand holding the chisel could not help but tremble slightly. Then he gripped the chisel with greater force, forcing himself to swallow all his emotions through the pain.

Tonight is their only chance to escape unscathed. If Shi Tongming fails, then it is time to fight to the death.

Shi Tongming was actually very nervous. Before the action, An Ling had already told him all the reasons and what would happen if he failed. If he failed and An Ling, as his "secret weapon", took action, then An Ling's whereabouts would be exposed to the Futian Army, thus attracting countless hunts.

Shi Tongming really didn't expect An Ling to tell him all these things directly. Wasn't she afraid that he would tell on her? Wasn't she afraid that she would be unable to handle the important task and put herself in danger?

But Shi Tongming still had a dark thought - if it were him, would he really sacrifice his life for other people's meaningless trivialities?

Although Shi Tongming has not yet figured out the harm of the Crescent Pavilion, or the Crescent Cult, he still has some understanding of human nature.

Almost no one would risk their life for a stranger.

He resisted the urge to look back to see if An Ling was still there, and tried to follow the crowd forward. He stared at the white statue. The cold feeling of being watched made him feel creepy, but his hatred for the Crescent Moon Immortal successfully overwhelmed his fear and made him firm in his heart.

"New Moon Immortal! Please give me a wife! I am already forty years old, but no one is interested in me!"

"New Moon Immortal! Please bless me to have a boy this time! I have already given birth to five girls. Please give our Zhou family a boy!"

"New Moon Fairy, can you help me kill that annoying girl? She dresses so beautifully every day, she must be seducing men! I feel sick just by looking at her!"

"I want money... lots and lots of money. I'll give you my parents-in-law, my parents, my husband, and my children. OK?"

"I want Daxuan to defeat the Futian Army! I want to join the army and serve my country!"

"Can you please pray that my child's illness will get better as soon as possible? Every time I see my child tossing and turning in bed, I can't help but burst into tears. I am willing to give up all my money, official position, and even my life!"

"I want everyone to die! Die, die, die! Hehehe, if everyone dies, I'm going to die too! Let's all die together!"

……

Above the earth, the wishes of countless mortals intertwined together, forming a force of faith that was invisible to the naked eye, and was injected into the statue of the Crescent Moon Immortal with arms outstretched. Then, through some channel, they were guided into the body of Hu, the national master of Dayi, who was sitting cross-legged somewhere.

At this moment, Hu was dressed exactly like the Crescent Moon Immortal statue. A "two-headed snake" with a head at the head and tail was wandering around his body, constantly absorbing and exhaling the power of faith that was overflowing from it.

"Asura, you are nothing but a maggot hiding in the gutter! What can you use to fight me!" Hu looked at his hands that were gradually turning white, and couldn't help laughing. The power of faith and the overflowing emotions of a mortal poured into this mysterious divine body, making it feel infinite power.

"An Ling, whom you have been thinking about all the time, is just a mortal! My believers are all over Zhongzhou. No matter how powerful she is, there is nothing we can do to her!" Hu looked crazy, and his face, which could not be seen clearly under the hood, was distorted, like a monster in human skin.

Oh no, it is indeed a monster. It and Asura have never been human.

But after a while, Hu, who had lived for more than ten thousand years and was born in the Heavenly Dao, and should have been very stylish, suddenly laughed and cried wildly, and even fell off his own altar. He rolled and twisted on the ground like a maggot that was not yet dead. Then, he vomited a large amount of black liquid from his mouth. The liquid flowed down along the slightly inclined ground, but unlike water, it did not leave any traces anywhere. Finally, it was caught by the container that had been waiting below.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Hu screamed. Countless mixed auras kept hitting him. He could no longer bear it and fell to the ground, shaking his body wildly as if he was dead.

Even the two-headed snake couldn't withstand this force and fell straight off Hu's body, its stiff body like a stick.

After a long time, Hu finally slowly got up, accompanied by a powerful force that had never appeared before. The hood that had never fallen for thousands of years finally fell off today - it was an extremely perfect and impeccable beautiful face.

In the past, Hu had the same characteristics as Asura. No one could remember their faces, and people only had a vague impression of their "beauty". But now, this creature transformed from the pure energy of heaven finally has its own face.

"Why? Why?" Hu touched his face in astonishment and yelled in the dark room.

It - he finally understood why Asura would rather wander for tens of thousands of years than absorb faith.

He only knew that the Heavenly Dao feeds on the emotions and memories of all living beings, but he did not expect that without the turbid qi, he would not be able to "digest" these emotions! He could only abandon the body of the Heavenly Dao and become a mortal monk who suffered from the eight sufferings!

He lost!