It's time to become an evil god.

Just when the two thought the Kings of Hell were finally going to let them go, Bai Ge nodded to Xize Liang.

Nishizawa Ryo raised his hand again, and a strange cage descended from the sky, landing in the courtyard. This equipment baffled the others even more; inside the sturdy iron cage was a treadmill.

What is this? Could it be the legendary confinement and taming of early treadmills by humans?

Bai Ge introduced excitedly, "This is a cage treadmill that I improved upon Geng's invention."

"As you can see, you two will take turns running inside. To prevent you from getting tired and grabbing onto the cage to rest, there's an electric current running around the cage. But this is only version 1.0; there's a 2.0 plus upgrade later. Specifically, a large screen will be installed in front of the treadmill, displaying multiple-choice questions on advanced calculus. If you don't answer them within the time limit, your running time will increase by an hour, thus exercising both your physical and mental abilities. While we're away, this electric fan guy will supervise your workout."

With a thud, the village chief, his face ashen, collapsed to his knees, his mind blank.

Bai Ge turned around excitedly and asked, "What do you think of the practicality of these inventions?"

After thinking about it seriously, Nishizawa Ryo replied solemnly, "Besides being used as a torture device, I really can't think of any other use for it."

"..."

Bai Ge took out paper and pen, and gave Secretary Lü a bright smile, "Look how thoughtful I am, I even prepared a disclaimer and paper and pen for you two to write your wills."

Bai Ge asked curiously, "Huh? Why do you all look so gloomy?"

Nonsense, don't you have any idea why we look so gloomy?

Secretary Lü's lips twitched slightly, and she silently closed her eyes. "Thank you for adding another shadow to my already gloomy life."

Bai Ge patted the other person on the shoulder, "Don't mention it, it's what I should do."

Secretary Lü's blood pressure spiked instantly.

After leaving the village chief's house, the three headed towards the riverside dock, where the small boat that Secretary Lü had reserved was already waiting.

After Bai Ge and his two companions boarded the ship, the diesel engine roared and vibrated under the silent night sky, breaking the tranquility of the dark river. Bai Ge planned to leave the river under the cover of night, because according to Secretary Lü's records, they could only enter the Suspended Palace at the time when the Yin energy of the Han River was at its strongest.

Following the map provided by Secretary Lü, the journey was smooth and unimpeded, leading into the Seventy-Two Goddesses Mountain Canyon. The once vast and wide river surface instantly narrowed into a sliver of sky. The water vapor rising from the splashing water around us condensed into a thin mist that gathered and dispersed in an instant. There were many natural bluestone beaches on both sides. The hazy mist made it feel like stepping into a fairyland of clouds, where one could not distinguish east from west.

Upon entering the canyon, the view became dim, with only a lamp hanging from the bow of the boat swaying slowly. The narrow, secluded depths of the canyon mountains carried an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

"arrive."

The silent boatman suddenly spoke, and the three looked over to see a natural pass, a masterpiece of nature, beyond which lay dark and deep mountain caves, like the gates to the underworld.

There were still many boats left by previous expeditions at the entrance. The boatman shuddered and whispered, "I'll take you to the entrance. It's very strange inside. The boat's engine won't start, and you'll have to row or pole to get in."

"It's alright, you can leave it here."

The three disembarked and walked onto the treacherous bluestone shoals. They found a small wooden boat that had run aground nearby, pushed it into the water, and slowly rowed towards the dark mountain cave.

The current slowed down, and the boat kept bumping into something underwater as it moved forward, constantly tossing and swaying.

"Can you feel it? It's like the water is pushing us forward."

The surroundings were deathly silent, except for the damp, rotten smell of the steam, and the only sound was the thud of something hitting the hull of the boat from under the bed, causing the boat to rock gently from the impact.

Shining a flashlight over, you can see that the cold stone walls on both sides of the waterway are covered with murals depicting various celestial officials and gods riding on auspicious cranes.

Bai Ge suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

Thinking something had happened, Xi Zeliang hurriedly asked anxiously, "Brother Bai, what's wrong?"

Bai Ge pointed to the painted murals and exclaimed in surprise, "These are all incredibly beautiful!"

Her looks are absolutely divine.

Xi Zeliang silently turned his head, pretending not to hear what he said. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder, as if a cold hand was resting on it. He grabbed the hand and said impatiently, "Hey, Brother Bai, can you stop messing around..."

He was stunned halfway through his sentence.

Wen Liang sat in front of him, Bai Ge held a flashlight in one hand and held onto the gunwale with the other. Whose hand was that in the darkness behind him?

Xi Zeliang's Adam's apple bobbed silently. He called out softly, "Miss Wenliang, Brother Bai Ze, is there something behind me...?"

Upon hearing Xi Zeliang's words, the two turned around and simultaneously gasped, their pupils shrinking sharply.

Wen Liang silently drew his knife from his waist, his eyes warily fixed on Xize Liang's back. Even Bai Ge, who was usually playful and never serious, silently picked up a large rock, pressed it against the back of his hand, and whispered, "Don't, don't move."

Bai Ge's expression turned serious. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Excuse me... do you have any last words to say?"

Nishizawa Ryo paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Actually... I think I can still be saved."

"No, no, no, you've got it wrong."

Bai Ge shook his head, pointed behind him, and said, "I'm talking to the guy in red behind you."

Chapter Thirty-Three: I am the man who spreads his wings like a roc before the gates of hell.

Xi Zeliang suddenly turned his head, and the bride, her head covered with a veil, stood silently behind him. She wore an ancient phoenix coronet and a bright red wedding gown, embroidered with gold tassels, phoenixes, and peonies, exuding magnificence. Having been soaked in the damp and gloomy waterway for years, the wedding gown was already drenched, and wisps of black mist were faintly visible around her.

The ghostly thing under the red veil remained silent, then suddenly its sharp fingernails lashed out at Xize Liang. However, all that could be heard was the sound of clothes being torn, and the creature easily broke free from its restraints, rolling over and rushing to Bai Ge's side.

Even when making violent movements on the small boat, it remains steady and does not sway.

"Let me do it."

Wen Liang, who had always been on the fringes, finally stepped forward, which surprised even Bai Ge. He had always thought that the team had a clear division of labor: Xi Zeliang was responsible for the main damage output, Wen Liang was responsible for support, and he was responsible for cheering.

Wen Liang assumed a mid-level starting stance, and a black katana emitted a dragon's roar the moment it was drawn from its sheath.

This is the item reward she received in the previous team mission.

Name: Longfin Snake

[Quality: Rare]

[Special Effect: During the period when the blade is drawn, the host will randomly master a sword technique. The sword technique will reset every twenty-four hours.]

[Note: This product is exclusively for Europeans; those with unfavorable birth rates should use with caution.]

This is an item that's highly dependent on luck; drawing the sword every time feels like drawing lots at a temple. This time, she drew the [Ashina Style Sword Technique].

"Ashina Style!"

At that moment, Wen Liang did not hesitate to step onto the wooden boat and leap up, jumping in front of the wedding dress ghost with lightning speed, and slashing horizontally.

A single sword, its frost chilling fourteen provinces.

The sword energy drew near, causing the wide-sleeved crimson robe to flutter wildly in the wind.

Clang.

Metal and fingernails collided, sparks flew, and the once steady boat began to sway from side to side again. When Wen Liang tried to draw his katana to attack again, he found that he was firmly stuck by the other's fingers and could not move.

The red veil was blown off, revealing white lips with red skin and a mocking smile on her face.

"Ashina School? That's it?"

Missing his first strike, Wen Liang remained silent, not pursuing the matter further. Instead, he released his sword, pulled a Kalashnikov rifle from his inventory, and aimed the crosshair at the red-clad female ghost's chest.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage, "You have no martial ethics! Didn't we agree on the Ashina style swordsmanship?!"

"Times have changed, sir."

Wen Liang expressionlessly released the safety, aimed the crosshair at the woman in the wedding dress, and said with a nonchalant sarcasm, "Isn't it a matter of course for the Ashina School to use a Kalashnikov rifle?"

After saying that, Wen Liang pulled the trigger, and all seventy-five bullets from the drum magazine hit the female ghost in the wedding dress. She was forced to retreat by the dense barrage of bullets and was instantly riddled with blood!

He emptied an entire drum magazine in one go, the barrel still emitting smoke, and Wen Liang warily stared at the red-clad female ghost before him, whose fate was unknown.

With a thud, the female ghost knelt down, her head drooping, her hands hanging limply, lifeless.

Wen Liang dropped his empty rifle and prepared to pick up the long-finned serpent katana. The next instant, the wedding-dressed ghost suddenly sprang up, grabbing Wen Liang's white mask tightly, her ears filled with a fierce scream. In a disheveled state, she roared madly, "You fell for my trap! You think you can kill me? I'll send you to your next reincarnation right now!"

However, Wen Liang showed no fear on her face. Instead, she suddenly reached out and pressed her hand on the red veil, letting out a disdainful snort.

"You fell for the trap too."

The ghost bride was stunned for a moment. "You predicted my prediction?"

The bride, who was originally wearing a wide-sleeved wedding dress, suddenly swelled up like an inflated balloon. The red veil covering her entire face was suddenly stretched open, barely covering a corner of it. Her pale face became swollen and bulging, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

Wen Liang extended his thumb and pressed it down as if pressing a button.

boom.

The bloated corpse exploded like a balloon punctured by a needle, its red skullcap and a piece of skull being ripped off, while the rest of the body turned into ashes in the explosion and disappeared into the underground river.

After the corpse was blown to ashes, Wen Liang slumped onto the boat, his face pale. Activating the bomb's power required a certain amount of sanity, and the more terrifying the opponent, the more sanity was consumed. Without a firm mind, one might accidentally blow oneself into a brain-damaged state.

The kerosene lamp on the bow swayed precariously. After the ghost in the wedding dress disappeared, the wooden boat sped up. Shining a flashlight into the water from the boat, a horrifying scene unfolded before our eyes.

Countless corpses, densely packed together, propelled the wooden boat forward beneath the dark water.

Moreover, the layers upon layers of seemingly bottomless water, once deep black, have become the legendary River Styx, a prison for the dead, due to the accumulation of countless corpses!

A series of ashen faces hid underwater, staring intently at the wooden boat floating on the surface. These corpses had remained uncorrupted for centuries, except for being white and swollen from being soaked in water; they had maintained the appearance of people who had just died for hundreds of years.

Bai Ge and the other two looked at each other in disbelief. The boat they were on was actually moving slowly across the surface of the Corpse River.

"What a pity."

Bai Ge sighed silently.

"What's a pity?" asked Nishizawa Ryo.

Bai Ge shook his head, "It's a pity I forgot to bring my fishing rod. I'm tired of fishing, but this is my first time fishing for corpses. It feels pretty exciting."

At this point, Xi Zeliang was even able to respond to Bai Ge's sarcastic remarks, "...So I also have reason to believe that you must be lacking in virtue and destined to be beaten."

Looking at the water full of gruesome floating corpses, even Nishizawa Ryo couldn't help but curl his lips in disgust.

Emerging from the narrow waterway, the three arrived at a vast, naturally formed cave, so deep that even shining a flashlight could not reveal the bottom.

Specks of green light illuminated the cave, and the green phosphorescence emanating from the corpses extended from the water into the unseen depths of darkness.

A palace built inside a karst cave appears mysterious and eerie, with ghostly flames making it seem as if one is standing at the gates of the King of Hell.

The three of them climbed the cold marble stairs and arrived at the palace gate.

At the main entrance stands a headless female corpse dressed in a white robe, sitting cross-legged at the palace gate, with a bronze sword resting on her knees, its age unknown.

"Based on previous intelligence analysis, could this guy be Lady Shiromuku?"

Bai Ge glanced at the severed head of the corpse, which looked as if it had been chopped off while the body was still alive and placed there. It didn't seem like a suppression of the Nuo God, but rather a warning to the trespasser.

Beside the headless female corpse was an inscription, on which was clearly written a line in flowing seal script. Translated using the pitiful amount of classical Chinese knowledge Nishizawa Ryo had acquired during his training at the Special Affairs Bureau...

Anyone who enters the palace without permission will be killed without mercy.