Ethan Carter smiled as he took a toy water gun out of his backpack. After a simple pressurization, he gently pulled the trigger at the Bagua mirror on the door, and a thin stream of blood sprayed onto the surface of the mirror.

The Bagua mirror, bright as the moon, instantly became dull and lusterless the moment it was splattered with blood.

“It’s still best to be in a hospital—you can conveniently collect women’s menstrual blood during checkups. This stuff is perfect for breaking the magic treasures of those old geezers and bald monks.” Putting away the toy water gun, Ethan Carter took out a silver needle and fiddled with the door lock for a moment. With a click, the tightly shut door was opened by Ethan Carter.

The voices of Brian Harris and the woman reached Ethan Carter’s ears the moment the door was opened.

Stepping into the hall, a powerful divine sense immediately echoed through the room: “What demon dares trespass in a private home? Leave at once!”

“This is exactly why I’d rather make money as a doctor than break into the homes of these rich people or officials to steal. These wealthy folks and officials—many of them are rotten to the core. Yet the richer they are, the more cowardly they get, always setting up altars at home. We little demons…”

“Still not leaving? Do you wish to be utterly destroyed?” The divine sense in the room radiated anger, clearly warning that if Ethan Carter didn’t leave, he’d never get out.

A faint trace of corpse energy slowly emanated from Ethan Carter, and from a room on the second floor, a flash of golden light—visible only to those with spiritual sight—appeared. At the same time, the divine sense echoed again in the hall: “A mere little zombie dares to cause trouble! Today, I, the deity, will…”

A golden-armored deity burst forth, holding a golden whip, clad in a suit of golden armor, floating in the air with an imposing and striking presence.

Ethan Carter looked at the golden-armored deity in the sky, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, “Sigh! As expected, it’s the same old story! The richer people are, the stingier they get. Always buying cheap stuff! Even their statues are fake and shoddy. Must’ve hired some low-level monk who only scams for food and drink to consecrate it.”

A stream of blood shot from the menstrual blood water gun at the golden-armored deity rushing down to subdue Ethan Carter.

The moment the golden-armored deity touched the menstrual blood, it let out a miserable scream, white vapor billowing from its body, showing signs of vanishing.

“Heaven and earth without limit, borrow the power of the universe.” Ethan Carter chanted an incantation, and the golden-armored deity in the air turned into a streak of golden light, entered his mouth, and was instantly absorbed and refined into a stream of mysterious energy.

“Pitiful divine power.” Ethan Carter put away the water gun. In the room where the golden-armored deity was worshipped, the statue’s golden body began to crack, then immediately crumbled into a pile of fragments scattered across the offering table.

“What a pity, menstrual blood can’t be used to forge demonic artifacts. If it could, the nineteenth level of hell…” Ethan Carter shook his head, dismissing this ridiculous thought from his mind.

Ethan Carter went up to the second floor of the villa, taking out a piece of wire bent into a U-shape, its exterior wrapped in a layer of plastic tubing, with just the two ends exposing a bit of metal.

“Power outage.” Ethan Carter inserted both ends of the wire into the electrical socket on the wall.

With a snap, the villa’s circuit breaker tripped automatically.

The entire villa was plunged into darkness.

The two people in the room, in the midst of their climax, had their mood ruined by the sudden blackout.

In the pitch-black, silent villa, the echo of a few dog barks from outside made the atmosphere especially eerie and terrifying.

“How did the power go out? I’m so scared.” The woman curled up, hugging her swollen belly with both hands around Brian Harris, speaking timidly, her voice starting to tremble.

Brian Harris wrapped his thick, fat arm around the woman in his arms, comforting her while also reassuring himself, deliberately shouting loudly, “It’s fine, it’s fine! In this city of Binhai, there’s no one who dares mess with me, Brian Harris!”

A gust of wind blew past the window, willow branches thrashing messily against the glass, making a rustling sound.

At that moment, the door to Brian Harris’s room creaked open.

A figure stood in the darkness outside the door—a person in a white long robe, about 1.78 meters tall, standing motionless.

“Who’s there?” Brian Harris, already on edge, hurriedly pulled a Type 54 pistol from under his pillow and aimed it at the doorway, saying in a deep voice, “If you don’t want to die, get out!” With a gun in hand, Brian Harris’s tone was clearly much tougher.

Outside the door, Ethan Carter looked at the firearm in Brian Harris’s hand, shook his head slightly, and said in his uniquely refined voice, “Mr. Harris, who I am doesn’t matter.”

“Who are you? Do you know who I am? Get out!” Brian Harris waved the gun, speaking in his usual commanding tone.

“Heh! It seems Mr. Harris still doesn’t understand his situation.” With a flicker, Ethan Carter appeared in front of Brian Harris, and at the same time, his left hand pressed down on the firing pin of Brian Harris’s pistol, gradually applying force, bit by bit bending the steel firing pin in the opposite direction until it snapped.