I Rely on My Words to Survive in the Demon Cult

When Xu Lichuan came over, the original owner had just died of fever. There is no golden finger, no system, and no spiritual power. The only capital he has is a pair of eyes he developed before his license was revoked in his previous life - he can see people's souls, every trace of fear, madness, and rationality that remain. On the first day, he was thrown into the beast cage. Opposite him was Dou Nu, who was driven crazy by the backlash of the Blood Demon Technique. Hundreds of people in the stands were betting on how long he could last. He didn't make a move. He just said one word at the moment when the man was suffocated. The madman knelt down. The whole place exploded. The medicine hall suspected that he had used forbidden magic, the elder wanted to use him as a swordsman, and the black market merchant offered spiritual stones to buy him. And he just wants to live and find out: Why can these eyes see things that others cannot? But the more he investigated, the deeper he got - The medicine hall tests medicines on living people in the basement. The side hall hides a list of names that no one dares to touch for ten years. A red light shines on the top of the main peak every night that no one can explain clearly. Everyone thought Xu Li was a pawn in someone else's hands. Until he spread the burnt list in the presbytery and said: "The one I have is a copy of the one you burned." After that day, the Blood Evil Sect knew—— Psychiatrists are not doctors. The psychiatrist is the one holding the hilt.