It's time to become an evil god.

Bai Ge walked to the grave with a sigh and bowed earnestly. The old grave and ancient tombstone were dilapidated from the wind and sun. Bai Ge said seriously, "If I can come back alive, I must help you rebuild this leaky grave into an impregnable Maginot Line, and build a few machine gun bunkers around it, stuffing some paper French soldiers inside."

At this moment, the witch and Wen Liang were already waiting for Bai Ge's arrival.

The witch planted her cane in the ground, sat cross-legged, propped her chin up with one hand, and scrolled through Bilibili videos with the other. Finally, she couldn't help but grab her hair and complain frantically, "I've opened more than a dozen Orange Caramel video blind boxes, how come I still haven't found the original version?"

"Shh, be quiet."

Since the meeting, Wen Liang had remained vigilant, even installing various surveillance traps around the area. Based on past experience, their personal safety was never 100% guaranteed once they entered the mission instance; the system wouldn't be so kind as to wait until they reached their destination to issue a danger warning.

Wen Liang, who had been squinting, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the depths of darkness. He subconsciously gripped the long-finned serpent and whispered, "Something is coming."

"I ride my beloved little motorcycle, it'll never get stuck in traffic..."

A song rang out in the darkness. The witch and Wen Liang followed their gaze and a blinding light illuminated the darkness. Bai Ge, riding a small electric scooter, appeared in front of them, waved, and casually showed off his ID information.

Good evening! Have you eaten yet?

Bai Ge shook the spicy crayfish she was holding and said, "I just ordered a serving of crayfish, do you want to eat together?"

"Everyone is here."

The witch quickly interrupted Bai Ge's pleasantries, fearing that he might utter some blood pressure-raising underworld blessing next, and calmly said, "Let's begin."

"and many more."

Bai Ge made a pause gesture, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, and handed it to the witch.

What is this?

"The newly developed antihypertensive drug can not only lower blood pressure after taking it, but also allow you to grab high-voltage electricity with your bare hands."

"Thank you, but you can keep it for yourself. I want to live a few more years."

The witch declined Bai Ge's offer, just like never using a card your opponent gives you when playing cards.

Ding dong.

At this moment, the task system notification sounded in everyone's ears, prompting them to proceed to the next step.

Task 1 assembly has been completed.

[Mission Two: Proceed five kilometers north, encounter the Yin Yuan Mountain Mist, and enter the Gates of Hell]

Wen Liang stared at the mission notification and whispered, "Does the 'Gate of Hell' mentioned here refer to the Gate of Hell in the Underworld?"

"That's not necessarily true."

The witch snapped her fingers and said, "According to research by a folk society that collaborates with the Special Affairs Bureau, what is called 'walking through the underworld' is nothing more than a spiritual world unconsciously constructed by lingering remnants of consciousness and memories from past lives that have not dissipated throughout history."

Bai Ge raised his hand like an inquisitive student and said, "Wait a minute, if I'm not mistaken, the stronger the resentment a deceased person harbored before death, the longer their consciousness will remain after death, right?"

"That's one way to understand it."

The witch's expression turned serious. "So, the journey to the world of the dead later might not be smooth sailing."

The witch used a teleportation scroll to bring the three of them to a misty lake deep in the Yin Yuan Mountains.

"Rumor has it that this is the Dead Man's Lake where outdoor adventurers often go missing. If I'm not mistaken, we'll be entering the gates of hell from here later."

Wen Liang, who had been keeping a close watch on his surroundings, asked in a deep voice, "Then how should we get across?"

Shh, don't make a sound.

The surrounding world was a thick white fog so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Everything was eerily quiet, like walking alone through a graveyard at night. The sense of deathly silence and gloom kept growing, creating a feeling of oppressive heaviness, as if a huge stone was lodged in your heart.

With the [Providence Eye Replica] equipped, Bai Ge can see things that others cannot.

In the dense fog with extremely low visibility, strange noises could be faintly heard, like the hushed whispers of many people. There were also strange hissing sounds.

Bai Ge narrowed his eyes. Countless strange black shadows swam across the surface of the Dead Man's Lake, as if they were the dead trapped in the waters of the underworld, unable to escape forever.

On the dark water, a light shone, and something cut through the surface, slowly approaching.

It was an old, small boat with a lantern hanging from its bow, emitting a hazy blue light that pierced through the shrouded white mist.

Only phosphorescent light mixed with human bones could produce such an eerie glow.

The boatman, dressed in a paper shroud, slowly poled the boat to the three players.

The boatman's face was shrouded in a straw hat, except for a pair of eyes that glowed green like will-o'-the-wisps, which stared at the three people in front of him.

"Would you like to take a boat?"

"of course."

Bai Ge nodded, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to the other person, "This is our fare."

The boatman stared blankly at the card the other person handed him, its light gleaming in the dim lantern light. "What the hell is this?" he asked.

Bai Ge replied in a serious tone, "A Blue-Eyes White Dragon worth 87 million."

The boatman's breathing quickened, and his hands gripping the bamboo pole cracked as if his blood pressure had taken a long time to come down. He emphasized, word by word, "I'm talking about underworld money."

"Oh, so it's paper money from the underworld. You should have said so earlier."

Bai Ge then took out a hundred-yuan note with the image of Emperor Sun Xiaochuan printed on it from his pocket, stuffed it into the other person's hand, and waved his hand generously, "Here, keep the change."

The witch beside him nudged Bai Ge's arm and whispered, "Wait, why do you carry around ghost money?"

Bai Ge said, "Because I'm used to overspending."

The witch wanted to complain, "What the hell is this about overspending? You even swiped your card in the underworld because you overspent?"

At this moment, she even wondered if this guy was a ghost from the underworld who had been resurrected from a dead body!

"I'm talking about underworld money! What kind of boat can you make without money?!"

Seeing that the three swimmers had no money for the dead, the boatman became impatient and began to row back into the depths of the Lake of the Dead with the oars he had been holding.

Boom!

However, at that moment, Bai Ge stepped onto the bow of the boat and grabbed the boatman of the Dark Water by the neck.

"I'm sorry, we really don't have any money."

Bai Ge's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and countless sharp fishhooks emerged from between his fingers as he threatened, "So we're planning to just take it for free!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Coming to the Gates of Hell felt like coming home.

Third update

After the small boat entered the white fog, it entered a completely black and white world. The surroundings were gloomy and dark, with extremely low visibility. Only the sounds of chewing and gnawing could be faintly heard from the fog.

Click, click.

While munching on the spicy crayfish he'd packed from the shop, Bai Ge surveyed the surroundings of the Dark Water. With his vision enhanced by the [Providence Eye Replica], the fog of war had dissipated. The restless shadowy figures beneath the water were gradually approaching the direction of the river crossing.

Wenliang and the witch even admired this guy's thick skin. While others were walking on thin ice when crossing the River Styx and entering the Gates of Hell, this guy acted as if he were going home, and even ate crayfish!

The witch wanted to scold this guy for disregarding the safety of his companions, but Bai Ge simply stuffed the crayfish into her mouth.

She paused for a moment.

A second later, the two men, wearing gloves, sat on the boat and happily peeled shrimp.

The witch wanted to yell at Bai Ge, but the crayfish he bought smelled so good.

The remaining one, Wenliang, was speechless. "Hey, did you two treat this mission like a day trip to the underworld?"

A cold, damp, and oppressive atmosphere permeated the surroundings from beginning to end.

Just then, Wen Liang felt his footing become unsteady, and his body swayed from side to side, as if he were standing on the crest of a wave and drifting with the current.

wrong.

Wen Liang's expression changed drastically. Where did the ripples on the calm water surface come from?

Her hand suddenly gripped the hilt of the knife, assuming a drawing stance.

The boat, which had been moving steadily forward, suddenly rocked violently, and a strange noise came from the darkness—something had hit the hull! Even the boatman was so frightened that he took several steps back in regret. "What's going on? Why are these ghostly things so impatient today?"

Suddenly, half a dead head emerged from the calm water, its face deathly pale, as if covered with a thick layer of white powder to conceal the ashen skin of the dead. Its swollen features stared intently at Bai Ge on the ferry.

The pale arm suddenly grabbed the gunwale, the force causing the boat to rock violently from side to side. It opened its mouth, its lower jaw stretched into a bizarre and exaggerated arc, revealing a dense array of sharp teeth. Just as it was about to pounce on Bai Ge, the other person pressed its head down, dumped all the shrimp shells it had finished eating into the dead man's mouth, wiped its greasy hands on the dead man's head, stood up, stretched, and remarked with a sigh, "This place really is a great spot for fishing."

The ghostly creatures underwater kept ramming the small boat. Wen Liang, disregarding his martial arts skills, grabbed his knife and stabbed it into the water, cursing under his breath as he did so.

"What the hell are you doing fishing in such an emergency?!"

With so many entertainment options for young people, like games, movies, and bars, why are you so fixated on fishing?

Can't young people have hobbies and interests?

"Give me a hand."

Bai Ge stepped onto the gunwale and leaped into the Netherwater. The ghostly creatures that had been attacking the Netherwater were all drawn to Bai Ge's actions and pounced on him.

With the accurate judgment of the [Providence Eye Replica], Bai Ge was able to accurately step on each monster and quickly moved away from the ferry, arriving at a vast and boundless body of water.

The surface of the Dark Water is as smooth as a mirror, but in reality it is bottomless, like a hellish abyss.

Bai Ge glanced down at it.

The area near the water's surface was covered with countless corpses; a quick glance revealed at least dozens of inhuman, ghost-like creatures.

Some looked like recently deceased water corpses still in human form, while others were so rotten they were unrecognizable, highly decomposed, their skin rotting away in the water, leaving only terrifying and horrifying mutilated remains, as if they had been soaking in the water for many years.

These ghostly things seized the opportunity during Bai Ge's brief pause, tightly binding his legs and rendering him unable to move.

At this moment, the icy water of the underworld had already reached his chest. Bai Ge could even feel several cold corpses lying on his body, as if he had jumped into a deep lake with several heavy, cold iron blocks tied to him.

However, the corpses suddenly discovered that countless wriggling tentacles were emerging from under the skin of their prey, moving randomly in the water, as if releasing something.

Soon, the corpses entangled around Bai Ge sensed something was wrong. They trembled eerily, then released Bai Ge in unison, and as if losing all their supernatural power, floated to the surface one after another, no longer trying to pull Bai Ge down.

At this moment, Bai Ge seemed to transform into a tentacle monster, grabbing the nearest water ghost and sneering, "Do you have a strange metallic taste in your mouth, and your eyes hurt so much you can't open them?"

"I still feel a strong burning pain?"

Then he forcibly pressed the other person's head into the River Styx, with bubbles gurgling from his mouth.

"Drink more nuclear wastewater to help you grow stronger."

Bai Ge successfully attracted the attention of all the ghosts and monsters in the water. At this time, the ferry had already reached the shore. The boatman, who had worked here for most of his life, couldn't help but feel weak in the knees and almost fell to the ground. He vowed never to encounter these freeloading passengers again.

The witch paced anxiously back and forth, watching the water's surface. Several minutes had passed, and Bai Ge still hadn't surfaced. Frustrated, she cursed, "That idiot Bai Ze! If you can't do something, don't try to be a hero!"