It's time to become an evil god.

The door was closed, and the only sound in the deathly silent corridor was the dripping of water. The white-clad figure seemed to have been soaked in cold water, wisps of white steam rising from his clothes.

It felt as if my ears were stuffed with sponges, making all sounds increasingly blurry. Even my eyes began to lose focus, and I seemed to see a tall, straight locust tree in front of me, covered with horribly mutilated hanged corpses, both old and young.

The fear and despair of dying lingered in everyone's eyes.

"Please, please, let me go..."

"Waaaaah, don't kill me! Daddy's waiting for me to come home from school for dinner..."

"I have a child, I don't want to die..."

……

The sound kept echoing in my mind, and my hands and feet gradually lost their temperature, as if they were soaked in ice water, becoming cold and numb, unable to move.

A ghost with its arm around the shoulder, a hanged corpse.

Bai Ge vaguely remembered that there was a comic that recorded this kind of situation before, but he only read half of it because the part about the female ghost taking off her clothes required payment.

The hanged female corpse, with its scarlet tongue lolling out, slowly began to approach Bai Ge. Two cold hands rested on her shoulders, and the cold, ashen face of the dead woman magnified in her pupils, less than a few centimeters away.

"you……"

Bai Ge used the last of her strength to bite her tongue, regaining a little control of her body. She slowly raised her hand, pointed at the female corpse's pale and bluish face, and said, word by word, "Auntie, you have crow's feet."

A strong sense of suffocation surged into his mind, and Bai Ge's gaze was forced to slowly move upwards. Suddenly, a white silk ribbon wrapped around his neck, suspending him completely.

"Cough cough..."

Bai Ge's face turned ashen, his legs kicked wildly in mid-air, and his eyes rolled back.

The female corpse tilted her head, slowly savoring the gruesome death of her victim.

The victim in front of me was clutching the white silk with both hands, using the last bit of strength, her legs drooping limply, motionless.

"I'm dead."

Bai Ge suddenly looked up, stuck out her tongue at her, and forced a smile, "Just kidding."

The man who was suspended by the three-foot-long white silk ribbon disappeared in the next instant, suddenly turning into a fishing line.

The female ghost's two blackened hands hung down, her head bowed in silence. However, the black hair on her chest grew wildly like vines, sweeping directly behind her.

At that moment, the fishhook pierced directly into the female ghost's mouth, hooking out her lips. The fishing line suddenly tightened, as if it were bait being pulled up and dragged forward at high speed.

Bai Ge, sitting on the brick wall, grabbed a fishing rod and cast it high into the air. The ghost was dragged alive to his front and slammed heavily into the mud.

"Isn't this more exciting than fishing?"

Bai Ge kept reeling in and letting out the line, holding the rod taut with the line, and gently pulling on the line, swinging the hanging ghost around in the air like a kite.

Ghost Face, peeking cautiously out from behind the warehouse window, witnessed the entire scene.

A line of blood-red characters slowly appeared on the motionless bronze mirror.

You couldn't have come up with such incredible underworld skills without spending a few years studying in the netherworld.

The paper effigy also silently wrote a line of words on the ground with a twig.

His autopsy report should show no trace of carbon in his body.

A line of words appeared on the bloodstains where the red embroidered shoe tip dripped onto the ground.

I also think this method of "fishing for ghosts" is too early for living people.

Have you guys considered this: could this person be the new boss?

"..."

Suddenly, the ghosts in the warehouse fell silent. After a long while, the paper effigy silently wrote a line of words.

Should we run away?

The hanged ghost lay sprawled on the ground, looking utterly pathetic, a far cry from its previous terrifying state.

Its throat churned, spitting out a large pile of bloody fishhooks that were still wriggling.

"come over."

The ghost crawled uncontrollably toward Bai Ge, not daring to stand up.

Bai Ge moved a chair over, fishing line twirling between his fingers, and sat down unceremoniously in front of the ghost, saying coldly, "I have a few questions for you."

"What the hell are you?"

The ghost dared not disobey and could only confess everything. She had originally been a woman who hanged herself under the old locust tree, her resentment lingering even after death, eventually becoming a force to be reckoned with in Old Locust Alley. As for the Folklore Research Association, she knew nothing of it. According to the ghost's description, a mysterious person who never showed his true face used to live here. Because this person was too powerful, she had lived in fear under his shadow for many years. Only after that man disappeared a few years ago did she dare to venture out.

"I see, all done."

The hanged ghost, who had been kowtowing and pounding garlic, breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of resentment flashing in its eyes as it lay prostrate on the ground.

A mere living person...

Once I've absorbed enough yin energy...

I will definitely tear you to pieces...

Unable to extract any valuable information from the hanged ghost, Bai Ge slowly stood up and pulled a sharp fishing line from under her fingernails.

Bai Ge's gaze turned gloomy, and he asked, word by word, "I have one last question. After you answer it, you can leave. When you were hanging yourself, you showed me some images."

The ghost's relief at surviving the ordeal was frozen in its final moment.

"How many people have you killed so far in your evil deeds?"

……

A group of kids were squatting on the ground in the warehouse, chattering away.

The paper effigy held a world map in its hands, and everyone was chattering about where they should run away to.

Embroidered Shoes thought it would be romantic to go to Japan to see the glowing Sakura, but was met with unanimous opposition from the other ghosts, who were afraid that Godzilla would appear there in a few years.

Copper Mirror suggested fleeing to Russia, where the land is vast and sparsely populated, allowing them to become mountain kings and do as they please. But Red Embroidered Shoes disagreed, saying they'd heard that the Russians there, when they went berserk, would dare force a ghost to drink ten bottles of vodka with a rifle!

After discussing it, everyone still felt that this was the safest place.

Because the paper effigy asked the most crucial question.

Where do these penniless bastards get the money to buy plane tickets? Are they trying to smuggle themselves in?

boom.

With a loud bang, the tightly closed door was kicked open, startling the group of ghosts who were gathered together discussing their escape. They all turned their heads away.

At this moment, Bai Ge stood silently at the door, holding a perfectly intact ghost skin that had just been peeled off, his black hair fluttering in the cold wind.

"She failed to meet her sales targets at the end of the month."

Bai Ge tossed the skin of the hanged ghost on the ground, looked at the little ghosts behind him, waved the fishing line in his hand, and asked calmly, "Does anyone have any objections? Step forward?"

Chapter Eight: Dismemberment, I'm a Professional

pat.

The warehouse was lit by a dim, yellow light. Bai Ge threw away the burnt-out matches, picked up the old kerosene lamp he had found, and the gloomy atmosphere around him vanished instantly.

All the ghosts stood obediently in front of them, watching helplessly as the ghost skin was nailed to the wall, not daring to utter a sound.

Only the paper effigy looked at the ghost skin and silently swallowed.

It's like looking at a spicy, crispy chicken skin that's posing and showing off in front of you.

It's so tempting, oh no, it's cruel.

You should sprinkle some salt and pepper on the wound!

"I have a few questions."

Bai Ge took out photos of his parents from his pocket and said, "Are these the owners of this mansion?"

All the ghosts crowded around and stared for a long time, then silently shook their heads, indicating that they had never seen it before.

Bai Ge frowned and continued, "Then do you know what the person in charge of the Folklore Research Association looks like?"

The paper effigy nodded quickly, grabbed a twig, and began to write and draw on the ground.

He has two eyes, one nose, one lip, and two ears...

Bai Ge was silent for a moment, then picked up the paper effigy and threw it out the window.

You have a new task order, please check it.

[Bounty Mission: The Doll's Legacy]

[Task Difficulty: Easy]

[Mission Objective: To contain the anomalies at number 35 in the Old Town and escape safely]

[Quest Reward: High-Quality Doll]

[P.S.: There is no limit to the number of participants. Players within a few kilometers of the mission location will receive a notification to participate simultaneously. I know what you old perverts are thinking. Put away your bold ideas and weird fantasies, and survive this first.]

[Accept the mission?]

You may encounter other players' quests.

Bai Ge glanced at the task, thought for a moment, and was just about to refuse when her phone vibrated. A new text message appeared in her inbox, its tone extremely urgent.

"It's me, Alai! Come to my house quickly, something terrible has happened!"

The location sent happened to be No. 35 in the old city.

pat.

Bai Ge suddenly stood up, startling the little devils who were kneeling obediently to one side. They all huddled in the corner, trembling, fearing that this guy would skin them alive at the slightest provocation.

"I need to go out for a while."

All the ghosts breathed a sigh of relief, glad that this mischievous devil was finally leaving. The paper effigy even secretly raised its hand and gave a high five to the red embroidered shoe next to it.

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Oh yeah~

However, the next sentence left everyone stunned.