Chapter 27: Rules of the Psychiatric Hospital (11)

The eyes of the stone statue emitted an eerie crimson light. As the candlelight flickered, the rotten, fishy stench grew increasingly potent.

Sang Yu perked her ears up. Rustling sounds echoed continuously throughout the pitch-black surroundings, reminding her of those intertwining, wriggling tentacles inside the elevator.

“Will any wish really come true?”

A faint, crimson glow flickered in Sang Yu’s sharp black-and-white eyes.

The bewitching voice sounded once more.

“Of course, as long as you’re willing to surrender your soul… Everything you desire, I can fulfill it all for you.”

Slick, slimy things wrapped around Sang Yu’s ankles, feeling cold and soft to the touch.

Sang Yu looked down to see black tentacles clinging to her legs, attempting to crawl further upward.

The System’s voice sounded somewhat anxious. “Host, you must never believe this ugly thing! Evil gods are best at bewitching people’s minds!”

Sang Yu gave it a reassuring glance. “Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid.”

However, in the next second, Sang Yu spoke to the stone statue, “Your words sound very enticing, but why should I believe your one-sided claim? What if I surrender my soul to you and you can’t fulfill my wish at all?”

Facing Sang Yu’s questioning, the stone statue fell silent for a moment.

Yet Sang Yu continued, “You need to prove your capabilities in front of me first before I can choose to trust you.”

“How do you want me to prove it?” the stone statue asked.

Sang Yu raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, “How about this: fulfill three small wishes for me first.”

Hearing Sang Yu’s words, the stiff corners of the stone statue’s mouth twitched slightly.

[Pfft, sorry, I really couldn’t hold it in.]

[The stone statue is completely stunned. Guess it has never seen anyone as shameless as Sister Yu.]

[Woman, your name is Greed.]

[No way, no way. Can a mighty Evil God not even fulfill three wishes?]

[By the way, if someone sacrifices their flesh, blood, and soul to the Evil God, will any wish really come true?]

[I have many ex-boyfriends, let me go first.]

[I have plenty of body fat, let me go first.]

[Lord Evil God, I am willing to sacrifice fifty pounds of my flesh and blood in exchange for next period’s winning lottery numbers.]

[You viewers in this stream, each one of you calculates better than the last.]

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Sang Yu’s soul held far too great an attraction for the stone statue. After a moment of silence, it rasped in a harsh voice, “Fine. I will fulfill three of your wishes first. But after I do, you must sacrifice your soul to me.”

“Sure, no problem.” The corners of Sang Yu’s mouth curled up as she slowly voiced her first wish.

“For my first wish, I want my condition to be cured.”

This wish was exceedingly simple.

The stone statue declared, “Granted. Your first wish has been fulfilled.”

A ray of dark light enveloped Sang Yu’s body, dissolving away in an instant.

The player character information regarding Sang Yu updated immediately: Your condition has been cured. You may leave Xicheng Psychiatric Hospital at any time.

As long as Sang Yu walked out of the psychiatric hospital’s front doors right now, she would instantly clear her quest.

However, Sang Yu hadn’t had enough fun yet. She curled her vibrant red lips and continued, “My second wish is… I hope to recover what I lost.”

This wish sounded very simple, so the stone statue said composedly, “Your second wish, I shall immediately…”

Suddenly, a crack split across the stone statue’s face, and it shrieked in terror, “What is that thing you lost?!”

It had tried to use its evil power to fulfill Sang Yu’s wish, but just as it was about to touch whatever it was, an even more terrifying power instantly swallowed its evil energy whole.

Had it not cut the connection quickly, all of its power would have been devoured, leaving it a useless lump of broken stone.

Sang Yu tilted her head, raised a finger to point at her own head, and said with a smile, “My memories.”

Ever since she regained consciousness, she had been a lonely ghost with no memories, remembering only her own name—Sang Yu.

She had hoped to rely on this Evil God’s power to recall something, but it turned out this Evil God was nothing more than a useless fraud.

“I cannot fulfill your second wish. Change it to a new one,” the stone statue demanded.

Sang Yu shrugged nonchalantly, but in the next instant, a wickedly malicious smile curled at the corner of her lips.

“My new wish is… for you to vanish from this world forever and ever.”

“Are you playing with me?!”

The stone statue’s voice turned sharp and grating.

Sang Yu shook her head, speaking with utter seriousness, “I’m not playing with you. I genuinely want you to completely vanish from this world. But judging by your reaction, you can’t fulfill my wish either. What a useless fraud.”

Sang Yu made zero effort to conceal the contempt in her voice on that last sentence.

The audience in the livestream chat echoed in agreement:

[Right, right, right! Didn’t you say any wish could come true? The moment she asks you to die, you’re unwilling. What a useless piece of trash.]

[What kind of garbage is this? Calling yourself an Evil God when you can’t even fulfill a simple wish. Absolutely worthless.]

[Told you, these crooked paths are all scams. If we want to pray to gods and chant scriptures, we still need to go to proper places and worship real gods.]

[An Evil God’s mouth is just a lying ghost.]

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Fortunately, the stone statue couldn’t see the cold mockery in the chat, or it likely would have shattered into pieces from sheer rage.

“Foolish little bug, you have completely enraged me now! I will tear your soul apart and swallow you piece by piece!”

The stone statue trembled all over from intense fury.

Sang Yu let out a yawn, giving zero damns. “Looks like relying on gods is inferior to relying on oneself. I’ll just rely on myself to slaughter you!”

The tentacles around her lower legs wrapped tighter and tighter, digging into Sang Yu’s flesh.

If it were a human body, her entire leg likely would have been snapped in half, but current Sang Yu was not human.

She said with disgust, “These things are truly repulsive. I hate them.”

Just as her voice fell, all the tentacles wrapped around her legs snapped off cleanly.

“What did you do?!” The stone statue was utterly shocked. These tentacles were entirely formed from its own evil energy, yet a tiny soul could actually sever its energy.

Sang Yu didn’t speak. The grin on her face stretched wider and wider, her plump lips as blood-red as fresh gore. Strands of black hair hung down in front of her eyes, half-covering her face, while her crimson eyes stared straight through her hair at the stone statue.

In that instant, the stone statue only felt its whole body go rigid as an unprecedented sense of terror gradually surged within it.

“Tell me, between ghosts and evil entities, who is more powerful?”

An icy voice echoed as the temperature in the surroundings plummeted instantly.

In the dim space, Sang Yu’s skin was as pale as paper. She raised a hand; her slender, long fingers had distinct joints, so white they lacked a single trace of color, save for her crimson fingertips—red to a piercing degree, as though her nails had been ripped off.

Meanwhile, the white shirt she wore had also turned blood-red, radiating a strangely dangerous aura.

The current Sang Yu was dangerous to the absolute extreme.