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And such was the reality.

Elemental Emergence was still too authoritative.

Through the Resonance Contract, Su Ming was able to project the effects of the Closed Star Ring and impose them upon himself.

And precisely because of this.

Su Ming and Pseudo-Hexi were able to sneak in silently and openly.

Scanning the operation manual.

Su Ming understood the entire sacrificial process.

--- Seeking Flowers 0 ---

As mortals, how could they drive the classic American horror quintet—the Athlete, the Whore, the Scholar, the Virgin, and the Fool—to offer up everything they had according to a predetermined rhythm?

Very simple.

Through the targeted release and fine-tuning of pheromones!

And by using this to influence the sacrifices' emotions and behaviors, such as making sacrifices who were already not very bright become even stupider, hornier, and more reckless...

"Tsk tsk, these people really do have a bit of a troll streak in them!"

Pseudo-Hexi understood instantly and remarked with a mix of amusement and exasperation:

"What, are you planning to direct a real-life horror movie?"

Su Ming smiled without speaking.

Wouldn't it be a shame to miss the opportunity to personally direct a horror stage play?

...

The authority of Mind immediately covered the entire venue.

Pseudo-Hexi had become accustomed to Su Ming's wanton behavior.

He was even capable of doing something like 'Dragon Fighting in the Wild'.

Although this little hobby was a bit childish, but... who made him her male god, her King!

Pseudo... No... Hexi turned to look at the surrounding screens.

On them.

[Zombie], [Werewolf], [Vampire], [Giant Devil Spider], [Cursed Scarecrow], [Stitched Corpse], [Paranormal Doll], and a series of other dark creatures were stirring.

At the same time.

As the sacrifice was about to begin.

The staff habitually opened a roulette game, taking out their salaries to place bets on the [Actor Projects] they favored.

"One hundred dollars! I bet on the Giant Devil Spider. Once that thing gets out, the visual effects will be amazing."

"Don't bother, what's good about scenes with limbs flying and blood everywhere? Two hundred dollars, I bet on the Scarecrow family!"

"Forget it, the Scarecrow family is too slow. It was them last time, and they made us work overtime for so long. I bet on the Ripper! Three hundred dollars!"

Hexi sneered.

A bunch of self-righteous idiots.

They thought they were the directors and the audience, not realizing that they were no different from that group of unlucky folks in the Cabin in the Woods.

Once the sacrifice above went wrong.

They would be the best replacements!

They were the sacrifices used to please that Evil God!

Just at this moment, Su Ming poked Hexi's waist:

"Look over there..." Seven.

Chapter 207: Pseudo-Hexi's Abnormality! I Am the Director

Looking in the direction of the voice.

Even Hexi couldn't help but hold her breath!

On the screen, scarlet fonts enlarged and bolded [High-Risk Projects].

[Demon], [Evil Dragon], [Egg of Resurrection], [Titan Remains].

...And a name that caught Hexi's attention—R'lyeh!

"Cthulhu?!"

"Hmm... strictly speaking, it's a deep-sea anomaly contaminated with a few projections of the Cthulhu concept. I just took a look, and that thing initially possesses secondary-level indescribable characteristics."

"That's interesting. Come to think of it, the mortals of this world are truly crazy."

"Why else would it be called a cesspool universe?"

"Hey, don't say that. It's still good research material, after all. It's not polite to talk like that."

"Fine, you're so beautiful, you have the final say."

Bowing his head to kiss Hexi on the lips, he naturally received another coquettish eye-roll.

Tsk tsk! — It's a bit strange.

I keep feeling like the upgraded Pseudo-Hexi has more humanity; what's going on?

Just then.

A staff member cheered:

"It's here, it's here! They've discovered the anomaly!"

Another middle-aged woman who looked like the general commander clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention, and said spiritedly:

"Then let's close the bets, no more changes! Let us look forward together to see which old friend this year's lucky ones will choose?"

On the screen.

In the basement full of cursed aura.

Malice, resentment, and curses were highly concentrated here, and the air was filled with an unsettling atmosphere.

It's just a pity.

Under the interference of pheromones.

These young people completely ignored all risks.

A music box.

A broken Rubik's cube.

A dirty Barbie doll.

An old notebook.

An old record...

The staff prayed nervously, hoping that the old pal they had bet on would be chosen.

Finally.

Under people's nervous gaze.

Dana, the girl set as the [Virgin], picked up the ancient diary wrapped in unknown leather (human skin).

The blasphemous text on the title page was stumbled through by Dana.

There were cheers in the control room.

That was the Redneck Zombie family series!

The general commander nodded with satisfaction, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and ordered:

"Executive department, start action, release the Buckner family... Technical department, be responsible for atmosphere rendering; lights, sound effects, and fog—not one can be missing!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Everyone get moving, there's a victory banquet after we finish!"

After the Order was issued.

Deep inside the base, a huge elevator car slowly rose.

Inside it.

Zombies, holding various farming weapons, rotting all over, and exuding a blasphemous aura, were roaring silently.

It could be foreseen.

A bloody massacre was about to unfold.

"Zombies? No, these things are actually rotting corpses... However, they are barely acceptable."

Su Ming commented nonchalantly.

Mind power mixed with Star Casting Order quietly spread.

Passing through lines, through electromagnetic waves, and even through cosmic background radiation, it quietly invaded the control terminals of the entire site, and like an octopus, it quickly proliferated and fissioned. In less than a breath's time, the current site had become Su Ming's backyard.

The atmosphere of the cabin in the woods gradually became eerie and treacherous.

Obviously.

That was the work of the technical department.

In the eyes of the staff, the sacrificial ritual was being executed one by one according to the script.

Suddenly.

A staff member frowned:

"Hey, Turner, the dessert's vital signs are abnormal. This doesn't match the pheromone fine-tuning model. Check your side and see if the sensors are malfunctioning?"

Turner, holding his coffee, glanced casually and said indifferently:

"Just restart it; it's an old problem. No need to be nervous..."

"Fine, Turner, you're always right."

A string of code was quietly activated, and the staff member immediately looked toward the big screen, where the good show was about to unfold.

"Alright, according to the predetermined program, first let the [Athlete] and the [Whore] go to the woods to die!"

The execute button was pressed.

On the screen.

That young man and woman began to get hyped up.

Their breathing became rapid, and their faces flushed.

Then, ignoring the danger, they walked out of the cabin hand in hand.

But...

"Wait, something's wrong!"

The operator at the pheromone control console suddenly shouted:

"Pheromone concentration is out of control, exceeding the safety threshold by more than five times! Damn it, which idiot secretly adjusted the parameters?"

The supervisor frowned: