Chapter 231: Wish: Evil Guidance

Inside the music box, the demonic clown instinctively shuddered all over, closing its eyes.

After a moment, realizing no more sounds came, it slightly relaxed and opened its eyes.

Immediately, a flicker of anger passed through its gaze.

Perhaps due to its complete fusion with the human named Jack, it had acquired many human emotions—fear, cowardice—emotions that rivaled its own demonic cruelty and brutality.

Otherwise, Jack could never have endured the fusion process, let alone influenced it.

Yet it still believed this was the priest’s doing; otherwise, how could it fail to control even an ordinary human?

When it got out, it would find the priest’s descendants and kill them brutally—torture them mercilessly!

But before it could finish fantasizing, the thudding sound returned.

This time, it heard it clearly—right beside it, right next to its current hiding place…

Outside.

Louis rubbed his chin, staring at the music box.

The ghost nun and other matters could wait; the Warrens hadn’t encountered this yet, so there was still time to prepare. For now, instead of waiting, he should think of a way to lure the demon.

For example… using this demonic clown.

He remembered that demonic clowns were formed from fallen divine fragments and possessed, albeit rarely, the ability to grant wishes.

And this music box clown was suspected to be one such demon—if it could grant wishes, could he wish for a demon?

Louis narrowed his eyes.

Previously, his strength was insufficient, his intelligence on the demon was lacking, and he had been cautious.

Now…

Clap! Clap!

His palms snapped together.

Soon, two burly men entered.

Following Louis’s orders, they brought in a condemned prisoner.

Louis wasted no words; he controlled the man with illusions, forcing him to turn the music box’s four-letter dial.

Click-click-click… click-click-click…

Since there was no four-letter English word for “demon,” Louis made the prisoner turn the dial to spell “evil”—evil.

Of course, because the word “evil” was too broad, Louis further manipulated the illusion to make the prisoner’s mind focus solely on the thought of finding a demon.

To increase targeting accuracy.

Then the prisoner turned the music box’s crank; as music played, the top of the large music box slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black hole.

“Next step according to the rules: sacrifice six human lives? Simple enough.”

He casually pressed a button on the nearby wall; a square hidden compartment suddenly opened in the corner of the chamber.

Six bound criminals were slowly lifted up from an underground elevator, guarded by two wardens—this facility was built because Louis consumed many lives during experiments and spell practice.

Hence, this simple, quick, and convenient setup.

The six criminals had balls stuffed in their mouths; they stared at the strange scene before them, their eyes filled with varying emotions—cowardice, fear, anger, ferocity…

But it didn’t matter.

Louis ignored them all.

No matter their thoughts, they were all destined to die.

Would a person go out of their way to crush an ant just because it stared at them? No, because they wouldn’t even notice it.

The six criminals were driven forward to stand before the music box.

But.

Where was the clown demon?

Shouldn’t it have smelled the scent of human souls and rushed out immediately to harvest them?

Where was the demon?

Louis frowned. Earlier, when using the Yin Spirit technique, he had forcibly pulled it out—now that there were offerings, why wouldn’t it emerge?

He stepped forward.

With a thought, he tore off one criminal’s arm and hurled the gushing blood and limb into the music box.

Crunch-crunch—

Faintly, Louis heard chewing sounds.

He instantly narrowed his eyes.

Yin Spirit power surged into the box.

Within the music, there was a narrow space—barely large enough for two people, tightly cramped; inside the box, strange patterns were carved, as if inscribing the Bible?

The interior of this box contained another world, vastly different from its external size—somehow miraculous.

Tsk.

Divine Lord, why didn’t you leave me a standard cultivator’s storage bag? Now I can only envy these spatial artifacts.

Even if you didn’t leave one, at least leave the crafting method!

I’ll craft one myself later.

He shook his head, clearing those thoughts, then used his Yin Spirit power to forcibly drag the clown demon out from inside, where it had been gnawing on the arm.

“Woo-woo-woo—”

It emitted whimpering sounds, its face gray and grotesque; the demon dressed as a clown clung desperately to the edge of the music box, as if it didn’t want to come out at all.

???

Louis’s brow furrowed deeper.

Is this a demon?

Is this truly a demon?

The previous demons had begged for mercy, but never with such spineless cowardice—where did your cruelty and brutality, your bloodthirstiness, go?

His gaze turned cold.

Yin Spirit power surged violently, yanking the demon over.

Looking at Louis, the clown demon shook its head frantically, uttering muffled syllables: “I… am… human…”

“Nonsense.”

Louis slapped it; the clown demon’s expression twisted into fury and ferocity.

“That’s better.” Louis nodded, controlling the prisoner to be pushed before it.

Crunch!

And so.

One after another, the six criminals died under the clown demon’s hands, trembling with the terror of impending death.

As the criminals died, the clown demon sucked in sharply, opening its mouth as if chewing, its grotesque face twisting into a satisfied, blissful expression.

Clearly, it was devouring souls.

In many myths and legends, demons were said to consume souls.

There was good reason: for demons, souls weren’t just different in flavor due to personality, experience, and potential—they also satisfied hunger and boosted demonic power.

Theoretically, if a demon consumed enough souls, even an ordinary one could become a Demon King.

Thus, for demons, souls were irresistible.

The clown demon was no exception.

After devouring the six souls, the rules activated; the clown demon’s face darkened, glared at Louis, and slowly retreated step by step back into the music box.

As the lid closed, the clown demon’s eyes remained fixed on Louis—its meaning unclear.

Click-click-click—

As the music box slowly shut.

The crank turned again; a playful tune played.

Click!

Finally, the music stopped.

A slip of paper appeared mysteriously on the floor.

Louis made it float up and read it.

The message was intriguing: “Wish difficulty too high; cannot be fully realized—only partial fulfillment possible.”

Within several states, whenever a demon reveals itself or emits its aura, the music box will provide guidance to locate it—this was how the music box granted wishes.

Never mind whether its wish-granting ability was weak or strong; frankly, it was actually granting wishes.

Not playing tricks, not scheming.

No—not because it didn’t want to scheme, but because it couldn’t; the rules restrained it!

The box’s creator, that priest, was far more powerful than imagined.

Louis burned the note, glanced at the music box, and began planning.

With this demon compass, he could accelerate his progress toward Yang Shen by collecting demons—excellent. Strange artifacts must be used cleverly.

Should he use the monkey’s paw?

Louis instinctively thought of it, then immediately dismissed the idea.

By instinct, he still felt something off about the monkey’s paw; when his cultivation was low, he hadn’t noticed, but now that he was in Pure Yin Realm, he could faintly sense its strangeness.

I’ll deal with it when I reach Yang Shen.

"Next are these two boxes."

After dealing with one box, there are still two more.

The extradimensional stone box containing the Mo God, and the box containing the cursed Tarot cards linked to the demon Eldiki.

(End of chapter)