The Insoluble City

The emptied cup was set down heavily on the table with a thud.

Then that soft, pleasant voice faded of its eerie quality, leaving only a sense of emptiness: "The bronze water snake statue represents a form of evil god worship originating from Yin Yang City."

Neither Yu Xing nor Zhao Yijiu had expected that, after pouring that cup of tea, Lingren would suddenly come out with such a straightforward statement.

Even though they had not yet begun to discuss the specific terms of the deal, Lingren unexpectedly and proactively shared the information without pausing: "Life and death are in chaos within Yin Yang City. Those who enter are either assimilated until they no longer want to leave, or they watch with clear minds as they are trapped inside to die."

"This city has no city lord, no guards, no warfare, and no famine."

"But there are gods."

Gods?

Yu Xing thought that it was indeed impossible to avoid this word.

Against an ancient backdrop, "deities" were the most terrifying ghosts and monsters. They affected people's minds, taking root much deeper than mere fright.

He originally wanted to ask for more clarity, but inexplicably, he felt that he shouldn't interrupt Lingren right now, so he simply listened in silence.

"I received this information when I destroyed that bronze statue. Yin Yang City is a world ruled by gods. Every family must have a belief, a kind of worship. To us, these gods are without exception evil gods, but to the residents there, there has never been a distinction between evil gods and righteous gods."

Lingren said faintly: "Some gods like to take the lives of their believers, so those who worship her view death as eternal life."

"Some gods like to watch their believers turn into monsters bit by bit,