It's time to become an evil god.

Kurt tugged at Bai Ge's clothes weakly and asked with a faint laugh, "Excuse me, everyone, are we all alive?"

"Can't you be a little more confident?"

Bai Ge said, "When I was a kid, my teacher asked me to dance, but I said I couldn't. The teacher even said that as a boy, I should be bolder and more confident. I arrogantly said on the spot, 'I can't.' I still remember how many pointers the teacher broke that day."

"..."

Click.

Everyone heard a scratching sound coming from the gap in the wall, and their eyes all turned to the wall.

A crack began to appear inside, and thick, fresh blood slowly flowed out along the widening crack. A pale hand emerged from the crack in the door.

The next instant, white light burst forth from the gap, as if a lampshade shrouded in black cloth had been suddenly pierced with a crack.

A bald man with his entire head covered in nails emerged from the ever-widening crack in the wall, holding a Rubik's Cube box in his hands, quietly observing everyone in front of him.

The next instant, an iron pillar covered with all sorts of torture instruments emerged from the ground. It was covered with iron hooks, chains, blades, and whips, and there was still blood and flesh that had not been scraped off. It was a horrifying sight that filled people with fear.

Even the usually composed Faust slowly composed himself, while Bai Ge asked blankly, "Who is this? Did you summon the pervert from the leather-clad BDSM community?"

"This isn't some leather-clad BDSM pervert; he's a hellish monk who brings death and suffering."

Faust took a few deep breaths, clenched his fists, and said, "Be careful."

"You paid a painful price to summon me."

The hellish monk's voice was calm, tinged with condescending disdain: "What do you need me to do?"

Everyone else was pale and their hands were trembling with nervousness.

The Hell Monk was originally a near-immortal, ethereal being; only the Box of Desire could banish him back to Hell.

Bai Ge, standing still, thought for a moment and said seriously, "Excuse me, could you perform for us eating shit?"

Chapter 235 Can't we get a discount or get it for free?

You're just obsessed with eating shit, aren't you?

Faust felt an urge to rant and rave upon hearing this, almost wanting to punch someone. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he wasn't afraid of the nail-headed monster before him. The creature, holding a strange Rubik's Cube, slowly moved forward, exuding an oppressive aura. An iron hook, seemingly emerging from nowhere, charged towards Bai Ge, who was at the front.

"careful!"

Anan quickly brought his hands together, and a pair of wings made of explosive talismans sprouted from behind him, enveloping everyone present. The iron hook shot out and hit the explosive talisman paper, but it was spread out directly and could not even break through the thin piece of paper.

"You can't escape my grasp."

The nail-headed monster frowned and moved its hands again. This time, countless hinges wrapped around its wings and continued to shrink, even causing cracks to appear on the wings.

"No, we can't let this continue."

Faust reached out and grabbed at the air, and an old-fashioned hand-cranked telephone appeared before him. Although there was no telephone line, he still...

[Item: Hell Telephone]

[Quality: Average]

[Feature: Paying a corresponding amount of lifespan allows you to communicate with random demons in Hell; the higher the level, the more lifespan you need to pay.]

[P.S.: This is a tool for communicating with demons in hell, not for flirting with succubi.]

Faust took a deep breath and pressed the five and zero keys. The phone beeped softly, and everyone stared nervously at the hand-cranked phone in Faust's hand.

Faust's face remained ashen. When the call was connected, a low reply came from the other end.

"Hey."

Faust breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively asked, "Leviathan?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's you."

The other person's voice sounded like that of an old friend they hadn't seen in years, calmly saying, "Willing to spend fifty years of your lifespan just to talk to me on the phone? Oh, right, I almost forgot, you still have the [Cost Transfer] item, but I'm only responsible for collecting the payment; everything else is none of my business. What, you need my help now?"

"Yes."

Faust stated simply and clearly, "The monks of Hell are coming."

A disdainful laugh came from the other end of the phone, "Heh, I thought it was something serious, turns out you've run into him. But you really can't deal with this thing right now, after all, it possesses a portion of my power incarnate."

"If you don't save me, you won't be able to obtain my soul."

Faust gripped the microphone and said calmly, "And I'm about to die in this very place."

"If you were this fragile, we wouldn't have chosen you in the first place."

The other party chuckled coldly, "Don't worry, I have a contract with you, and demons are the most compliant with contracts. Give it the microphone, I'll talk to it myself."

Faust gestured to Anan to open a gap in the paper wings, and he extended the microphone to the nail head in front of him.

Nailhead took the microphone with a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean?"

"Your boss."

With the demon Leviathan backing him up, Faust's voice was much calmer. "He asked if you still wanted to work here?"

After taking the microphone, Nailhead's expression instantly became humble. He simply nodded silently, hummed softly a few times, and then returned the microphone to the man in front of him.

Faust breathed a sigh of relief, his thin face fixed on the man kneeling before him, his head bowed low, appearing humble and cautious. Even his tone had changed considerably as he carefully asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you, friend of Lord Leviathan?"

Bai Ge chimed in from the side, "So, can you perform eating shit now?"

Nailhead suddenly raised his head, a hint of anger appearing on his face, seemingly displeased by the rudeness. His normally expressionless face involuntarily furrowed his brow. "...Could you please be a little more polite?"

"Excuse me, let me put it more politely."

Bai Ge coughed and said in a gentle tone, "Could you please perform eating poop right now?"

"……Grass."

Such a guy who dares to jump around in front of the devil's representative from hell is truly rare.

The Hell Monk's blood pressure also rose. If it weren't for Lord Leviathan's repeated instructions, he would have risked his life to take one of them with him.

Aren't you worried that your soul will one day go to hell?

The hellish monk threatened, "We will slowly torture your soul until you wish you were dead. Oh no, by then you will be dead, but rest assured, you will suffer every kind of torment."

"I'm not worried."

Bai Ge smiled, completely unconcerned about the other party's threat, and instead said, "If one day I go to hell, you are the ones who will be more worried, believe me."

The hellish monk squinted at him, sensing a dangerous aura emanating from the other man. He had only ever experienced this kind of danger during truly terrifying moments.

"Stop arguing."

Faust waved his hand dismissively and said coldly, "We don't have time for jokes now. Take us to the entrance to that underground facility. You know how to get there."

"Yes."

The once arrogant hellish monk lowered his head, adopting a humble demeanor, and pointed to the passage behind him, saying, "This way, please. Go through the forest to a wooden cabin by the lake. That's the entrance to the underground facility. I was also transported here from that place. Oh, and one more thing I need to warn you about: many monsters are heading in this direction. They've already surrounded the cabin. If you're any slower, you won't have a chance to leave."

The group emerged from the basement of the wooden cabin, where ghostly figures loomed outside the window, and all sorts of monsters were approaching.

The hellish monk scanned the approaching black shadows, sized up Faust before him, and offered a deal: "I do have a way to help you avoid those monsters, but one of you will have to pay the price with your death. It's an equal exchange."

The others' faces instantly turned pale, and the surroundings became deathly silent. Everyone stared at each other uneasily, taking a few steps back in unison, keeping a distance from those around them, fearing that the other party might suddenly attack and catch them off guard.

"I'm sorry."

Bai Ge raised his hand, breaking the deathly silence, blinked, and asked seriously, "We're all so familiar with each other, can't we get a discount and get it for free?"

Chapter 236 The Devil Baphomet

"..."

If the circumstances allowed, the Hellish monk would have loved to set aside his status and have a one-on-one duel with this guy in front of him, to vent his frustration at his impending blood vessel bursting.

"Wait a moment."

Faced with an ever-growing number of monsters, Faust showed no fear. Instead, he grabbed the devil's telephone receiver and said, "Should I call your boss and tell him you're slacking off here?"

"No need."

The hellish monk said with displeasure, "I will take care of them."

After saying that, he took out a cell phone, dialed a number, and the Hell Monk tried his best to control his emotions and said calmly, "Mr. Oink, it's me. Yes, we've encountered a small problem here and need you to come and handle it."

After saying that, the Hellish monk closed his phone, and the next moment the painting in the living room seemed to come alive, and a muscular monster with a pig's head and a human body suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"I'm saying, you hellish demons, what do you do when you have nothing better to do..."

Then Oink, who was holding two butcher knives, froze, and instantly his expression turned furious. "Good heavens, you're the bastard who tricked me into drinking rat poison soup last time, aren't you!"

The Hellish monk was stunned, never expecting this guy to dare provoke even Oink. But at that moment, a rapid chainsaw and the sound of banging on the door interrupted the argument.

Oink released Bai Ge and said impatiently, "Forget it, I'll settle this score with you later!"

……

"What happened?"

As the screen displayed the continuous stream of deaths, all the other staff members were stunned.

Through the screen, they could only see the monsters rushing into the cabin and never coming out again. They even saw one monster carrying a chainsaw, pulling out a human skin mask, rush in, and less than thirty seconds later, it stumbled out covered in blood. Before its upper body could even step out of the doorway, its feet seemed to be grabbed by something, and it fell to the ground with a thud. The deranged killer monster, weighing nearly two or three hundred pounds, was dragged into the depths of the cabin by something, its hands frantically scratching at the ground, leaving ten bloody claw marks, before finally being dragged into the abyss of death.

Everyone looked at each other.

This was also the first time they had ever seen a victim even more terrifying than a psychopathic killer.

Clang.

I heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground behind me.

Supervisor Steve abruptly stood up and rushed out of the monitoring room, striding down the corridor. His face was grim as he ran towards the containment area, shouting as he went, "Get out of the way! Hurry up, all of you, get the hell out of the way!"

Pushing aside the others, he stumbled and rushed to a large gate; only administrators with the highest access privileges were allowed to enter. Steve used his access control to open the gate and walked in without a word.

Baphomet is now the last trump card in the entire asylum. If even he is lost, then the entire ritual will have failed.

Supervisor Steve barged into the room where Baphomet was being held. There was nothing inside except a lacquered wooden chair in front of him. According to the devil's bargaining rules, once he sat in this chair, it meant the deal had begun.

He walked straight over, sat down in the chair without thinking, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

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