It's time to become an evil god.

The other colleagues all took a step back, their expressions extremely wary. Previously, some reckless player hunters had used certain methods and items to declare war on the Special Affairs Bureau, but they were all eventually caught, either thrown into a special prison to reflect on their actions or executed on the spot.

Nishizawa Ryo carefully used a knife to cut open one of the boxes, revealing a still-writhing arm. Everyone's expression changed drastically. Their gazes swept over the other boxes that had been making strange noises, and they all shared the same thought: perhaps these boxes contained dismembered body parts!

The second alley was torn open, revealing a ashen-faced dead head, its eyes still darting around and its lips moving constantly.

It seems to be dead, but not completely dead.

"Wait, everyone, don't move!"

Xi Zeliang stopped his colleagues from opening the blind boxes, glanced at the dismembered body inside the box, and instantly understood, "I get it, I understand."

My colleague hurriedly asked, "You know all about this now? What the hell is all this stuff?"

"Haven't you realized what's happening yet?"

Xi Zeliang gasped, took two steps back, and said warily, "The body parts packed in five separate boxes... this must be from a dark mage!"

"That's not right."

Some people questioned, "If this is a dark sorcerer, why are its bulls charred black?"

"..."

The old faucet was turned on, and at first, yellowish-brown tap water with a rusty smell flowed out. It only became clear after a few seconds. I scooped up a handful of tap water and splashed it on my face to keep myself awake.

Since obtaining the [Fragmented Ancient God's Umbilical Cord], Bai Ge has been trying to test this perfect-level item every day.

The fragmented umbilical cord of the ancient god possesses the ability to devour flesh and blood and alter the shape and characteristics of living beings.

Bai Ge initially used Professor Zhong as a guinea pig, utilizing the characteristics of the ancient god's umbilical cord to first transform him into a mermaid with a fish upper body and a human lower body. After confirming that he possessed fish-like characteristics, he then transformed him into Squirtle, and finally reshaped him into a human form by disassembling his body into five independently existing parts.

Although the Ancient God's umbilical cord is not a weapon, it has the strongest flesh and blood modification effect. As long as you have enough materials, even the Blue-Eyes White Dragon can make it look like that for you.

This was a highly malleable tool for modification, so Bai Ge even went to the graveyard in the middle of the night to set up a ghost trap. He tried everything from Ouija boards and mirror spirits to chopstick spirits, table spirits, shamanic rituals, and even spirit strikes, catching countless suspected ghosts. The warehouse quickly became a concentration camp, overflowing with ghosts, all being used as guinea pigs in the modification experiment.

The paper effigy and the little girl with animal ears secretly gave Bai Ge a new nickname: Gestapo.

Before long, the paper effigy gave itself a terrifying nickname that made even the fiercest ghosts in the vicinity tremble with fear.

Gestapo lackeys.

Bai Ge ladled a bowl of rice from the kitchen, walked to the dark, deserted crossroads, placed the rice on the ground, then took out three incense sticks and stuck them into the rice before lighting them.

Wisps of white smoke rose, and in the surrounding darkness, people could be vaguely seen moving about, seemingly attracted by the aroma but not daring to approach.

Recently, in addition to urban legends about vengeful ghosts circulating among the living, it seems that urban legends about living people persecuting vengeful ghosts have also become popular among vengeful ghosts.

A pale, dead hand reached out from inside, grabbed a handful of rice from the bowl, and turned to run away. However, wriggling tentacles spread along her arm from behind, firmly grabbing and binding her.

A glamorous female ghost in a cheongsam was bound by tentacles and pulled towards her.

The man behind her had somehow transformed his arm into a writhing mass of tentacles, making him even more sinister than a vengeful ghost.

The look of terror on her face contrasted sharply with Bai Ge's smiling face as he caught the lab rat.

"What? You think you can just run away after eating my food?"

The crowd of people around them immediately scattered in fright.

At this moment, Bai Ge received an anonymous text message.

"I am [the Broker]. I have found some information that may be related to the Yaotai Town incident. It involves a mad painter who claims to have dreamt of the destruction of Yaotai Town. I am sending the information to your email now. Please check your inbox."

Putting his phone back in his pocket, Bai Ge turned around and looked at the trembling, elegant woman in a cheongsam who looked to be in her thirties or forties. He smiled brightly and asked sincerely, "Hello, do you have an elderly mother in her seventies at home? I'll take both mother and daughter in."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Underworld Artist

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"Chen Guangren is a well-known painter and artist in Xushi. His representative works include children's comic books such as 'An Eight-Year-Old Child Bravely Fights a Murderer in the Rainy Night,' 'A Journey Around the Underworld,' and 'The Eighteen Levels of Hell.' The painter's style is delicate, with excellent light and shadow, and his subject matter is also quite controversial. He is known as a genius in the art world."

Next were screenshots of several paintings. Bai Ge looked at the numerous broken and bloody limbs, the dead hanging from trees, and the desperate expressions of the victims before their deaths, and muttered to himself, "This picture book in the style of Junji Ito is for eight-year-olds? Art can produce geniuses, but you can't bring them out of their coffins."

"Last month, the work 'The End of the World in Yaotai Town' was published, but it was soon ordered to be banned from exhibition and destroyed by the relevant authorities. The reason for the ban was that it was too early for this kind of art to be exhibited by mankind."

Because the previous intelligence was not provided in a timely manner, this intelligence was given to Bai Ge for free by the [broker] as compensation.

He still decided to visit this artist from the underworld, who seemed to have received the favor of the netherworld.

Bai Ge suddenly stood up, and the ghosts imprisoned in the cage behind him were so frightened that they shrank into the corner.

The old woman, her tongue lolling out, clutched her bloodied forehead, her expression filled with resentment. She had heard that her daughter had brought home a vigorous young man in his early twenties, and she had been thinking of squeezing all his energy out of him. But before she could even finish applying her heavy makeup in front of the dressing table, he suddenly barged in, his middle finger adorned with a strange head-flicking device. He inexplicably said, "Forgive me, Sasuke," and then pressed down on her forehead, forcibly performing a craniotomy.

Although we are not human, you are a real dog.

I'm going out tomorrow.

Bai Ge glanced at the few ghosts squatting in the corner playing games. The paper effigy quickly raised its head, patted the small leather whip and candle hanging on its belt, and made an OK sign to indicate that there was no problem at all.

Bai Ge's eye twitched. "Where did you learn your interrogation skills?"

The paper effigy said that in order to successfully play the role of interrogator, it went to a website called Pornhub and searched for all the videos with keywords such as rope bondage, candle dripping, and punishment. It watched them all without fast-forwarding or missing a single frame.

"……never mind."

Bai Ge ignored it and went straight back to her dorm to sleep. The next morning, following the address provided by the broker, she arrived at a small alley in the urban village. With the help of passersby, she finally found the dilapidated and gloomy apartment amidst the garbage and stench.

The entrance door wasn't locked. Bai Ge walked in. The apartment building was an old-fashioned walk-up building. He went up the steps to the door of 601 and knocked on the peeling paint and rusty iron door.

dong dong dong.

After waiting for a few moments, an impatient voice finally came from inside, "Who is it?"

Bai Ge said calmly, "Open the door, I need to get the manuscript done."

A clanging sound came from inside, then the door opened a crack, and a middle-aged man with messy hair cautiously peeked out and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I heard you stood me up again?"

Chen Guangren was shocked. "How did you know I created another account?"

"..."

Bai Ge said coldly, "Open the door, I'm a fan urging you to finish your manuscript."

"Are you urging me to submit the manuscript?"

Chen Guangren refused to open the door and asked cautiously, "Are you sure you're not here to beat me up because I stood you up too many times?"

Are you going to open the door or not?

Bai Ge took out her phone, waved it in front of him, and threatened impatiently, "Believe it or not, if I make a call at the same time, hundreds of fans will storm into your house, lock you in a dark room, and force you to draw doujinshi every day?"

No, no, no.

Chen Guangren quickly opened the iron gate and whispered, "Are you guys that good? You even managed to find out my account at Pikachu?"

Bai Ge walked into the other person's living room, where sketches were piled up everywhere and paint was scattered all over the floor. He carefully looked for a place to stand and handed the other person a red plastic bag he was holding. "Here you go."

Chen Guangren carefully took the bag and asked, "What's this?"

Bai Ge looked around and said, "I apologize for the intrusion, but I brought you some local specialties."

Chen Guangren curiously opened the plastic bag. "What local specialties are these?"

"A bag of razor blades."

"..."

This children's art creator seems to focus on creating works that help children stay up late at night. Several eerie paintings are also hanging on the wall, including a gloomy graveyard with flickering dark green will-o'-the-wisps and a wedding procession with gongs, drums, and suonas slowly passing by.

The man, dressed in a dark suit, sits on a metal bunk bed with his hands clasped together. His gaze seems to be fixed on something through the screen. Behind him is a group of twisted and terrifying ghosts and evil spirits, dancing wildly.

Chen Guangren pointed to the mental patient Bai Ge was gazing at and said, "Look at the man in this painting, isn't his gaze very deep?"

Bai Ge rolled her eyes at him and said, "Give me a bottle of Niulanshan liquor, and my gaze will be even more profound than his."

"..."

After browsing the paintings hanging in the corridor, Chen Guangren said proudly, "How about it? Perfect, right? These are all unique pieces that are not shared with outsiders."

"Fortunately, they are all unique pieces that are not shared with outsiders."

Bai Ge was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "Actually, I think good art should be healing, not depressing."

"..."

Chen Guangren felt his blood pressure rising. If it weren't for the fact that this fan already knew his exact address and he was afraid that fans would come to his door with machetes to seek revenge, he would have simply turned the door away.

He moved the drawings aside on the old sofa to make room and asked, "So, what did you want to see me about?"

Bai Ge got straight to the point, saying, "I heard that Teacher Chen created a painting of Yaotai Town in the apocalypse. I'm very curious about this painting, but I couldn't find it anywhere on the internet, so I wanted to see if you had the original."

"Then you're late."

Chen Guangren shook his head and said regretfully, "The original manuscript has been taken away by the relevant departments."

This answer was exactly what Bai Ge had expected. He continued to press, "If you don't have the original manuscript, can you give me a general description of what the painting looks like?"

Chen Guangren's expression turned serious. Looking at the mess of paint on the table, he said earnestly, "Countless evil spirits have crawled out of hell."

Bai Ge clenched his fist and pressed on, "Wait, did you see that scene with your own eyes?"

"I didn't see it with my own eyes."

Chen Guangren pointed to the portrait of the lonely man that Bai Ge had just seen and said, "Actually, it was this man who dreamed about it."

"He dreamt about it?"

Bai Ge hurriedly asked, "Where is this man now? Where can I find him?"

Chen Guangren paused for a moment, then slowly announced a place name.

"Mental hospital."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Mission: Invading Brain Cells

Second update, one more to come later.

"A mental patient?"

Bai Ge never expected that the other party would actually be admitted to a mental hospital, which made the whole matter more complicated, and he immediately fell into deep thought.

"Yes."