It's time to become an evil god.

With a soft click, the lights went out completely, and the corridor lamps turned a dark red, exuding an eerie and sinister aura.

Bai Ge heard a rustling sound behind him, turned around, and saw what appeared to be a blurry black ink stain in the mirror hanging on the wall.

Bai Ge subconsciously moved closer to the mirror. At first, the shadow was just a small dot, but as Bai Ge got closer, the shadow became clearer and clearer. Even in the mirror, countless fine black hairs extended out, trying to spread throughout the room.

The reflection in the mirror was not Bai Ge's figure, but a black humanoid silhouette without facial features.

Even Bai Ge showed a hint of surprise at this strange appearance, muttering to himself, "Could you be the legendary... Nige?"

The shadowy figure in the mirror flickered, and two hands slowly reached out from the mirror, as if to strangle the idiot in front of it.

However, the other person suddenly said, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, I want to see a doujinshi."

The shadowy figure in the mirror froze for a few seconds, then shook its head blankly. Suddenly, a line of bloody words appeared on the mirror.

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Bai Ge was stunned. Are all ghosts this professional now? After hesitating for a moment, he continued, "Sunglasses, sunglasses, then can't you just tell me the winning lottery numbers for this week?"

Another line of text appeared on the mirror.

If I knew the winning lottery numbers, would I be here scaring you like this?

"..."

Bai Ge pondered for a moment, then slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it into pieces.

"Useless trash, what use are you?"

Chapter 90 Damn! They're fishing on the other side!

The sound of a mirror shattering was particularly jarring in the darkness, followed by a screeching and tearing sound. The noise of rummaging through drawers startled the other patients around them, and everyone was wondering what had happened. Only the silversmith's lips curled into a smile.

The evil spirits summoned from the mirror are killing people.

The scene in the bronze hand mirror was blurry, but he could feel the painful struggle inside. To be on the safe side, he cast another summoning spell. He had noticed a clear loophole when he used the bronze hand mirror before: only the evil spirit that completed the task of killing the target was entitled to ask him for payment. In other words, the silversmith could summon two or three evil spirits to attack the target at the same time, and only pay the one that killed the target last. The price was that the offerings for the next summon and the payment for the next transaction would be doubled.

For a ruthless player, the silversmith was somewhat acceptable. He had previously captured many fugitive criminals and imprisoned them deep in the dungeon for future sacrificial needs.

The knife tip sliced ​​through his palm, and more and more blood dripped onto the mirror, quickly covering the entire surface. He muttered a summoning incantation under his breath, and the blood on the hand mirror was completely absorbed.

The silversmith was a follower of Tzeentch, and even after summoning several more evil spirits, he still felt it wasn't safe. At this moment, he remembered the ghost-slaying trick that had been circulating among player hunters. With a tentative idea in mind, he clicked to purchase the most expensive service package and requested expedited delivery.

The paper effigy was still hiding in the warehouse, playing Sekiro with a controller. When it fell to the gun of the swordsman Isshin Ashina for the nth time, the paper effigy was so angry that it slammed the controller down while cursing.

Damn it, refund my money!

Ding dong.

Just then, the paper phone next to him suddenly received a message from the living world. Here, he had to admire the base station construction capabilities of domestic operators. They directly burned the paper signal base station over there, steadily establishing a communication network in the underworld. There are even rumors that 5G phones can receive videos from the underworld from time to time.

The paper effigy curiously picked up the phone, but when it saw the extra five digits in Bai Ge's bank account, it was so startled that its hand trembled. It rubbed its eyes, thinking it was seeing things. After carefully counting the amount, the paper effigy received a message and went to the next room to clap its hands, signaling everyone to get up and get to work.

Although the employer didn't send a photo of the target, the detailed description and the specific room number in the mental hospital were enough to confirm their identity. They even had the cleaner-looking ghosts smear some ketchup on their faces, to put away their usual carefree and frivolous demeanor, and to be serious; that way, they'd look like the kind of vengeful ghosts who died with their eyes wide open.

When it comes to making ghosts, they're the real professionals.

After everything was settled, the paper effigy led a large group of vengeful ghosts out in a grand procession. If any passerby with the ability to see ghosts happened to be passing by the alley, they would probably be so frightened by this scene that they would lose control of their bladder and bowels on the spot.

Who has ever seen a group of vengeful ghosts carrying machetes, axes, and iron bars swaggering through the city? The criminal gangs in Xuzhou City are truly something else.

……

After finishing everything, the silversmith stood up and walked to the transparent glass door. He reached out his hand, and his entire body seemed to turn into a transparent liquid as he squeezed through the extremely narrow gap, finally appearing in the corridor like a pool of wriggling water, slowly moving forward.

His keen hearing detected a chilling aura gradually approaching. A smile crept onto the silversmith's lips. It seemed the "low-speed ghost-hitting" mini-program was indeed effective; its efficient deployment had surpassed that of most criminal gangs.

The silversmith quietly hid in the shadows, waiting to take advantage of the chaos in the hospital to fish in troubled waters.

At the same time, the mirror in front of Bai Ge shattered into countless fragments, each fragment bearing the image of a black figure staring at Bai Ge.

More and more strands of hair spilled out of the mirror. Just then, Bai Ge took out an ancient bronze mirror from the warehouse from his quest item inventory.

The shards of the mirror, along with the black ghostly figure within, were reflected in the mirror. Before she could even react to what was happening, a figure entirely covered in blood appeared behind her, grabbed her long hair, dragged her directly out of the mirror, and kicked her in the buttocks, knocking her to the ground.

Even the evil spirit in front of them was shocked. How could there be a vengeful ghost on this person?

No! The mission difficulty has increased; we need to get that bastard to pay more!

"An evil spirit, is it?"

Bai Ge's arm transformed into a writhing tentacle, which slapped the other person hard across the face. The person was beaten so badly that they covered their cheek like a wronged wife. Although the face had no features, Bai Ge could feel the intense hatred that wanted to kill.

Holy crap, is this even human? This is clearly a competitor!

"what?"

Bai Ge paused for a moment, then said, "You're saying there are other evil spirits summoned in the mirror that are preparing to come? You're so bold as to call them ghosts, aren't you?"

Bai Ge didn't stop the other party at all, and even made a gesture of invitation, saying with a sneer, "Fine, then I'd like to see who's in such a hurry to come here to seek their own death."

Behind the mirror lies a gloomy and terrifying world filled with gray mist, where countless shadows stand before the fluid-like mirror.

Bloody Mary, dressed in a crimson red dress, crouched in front of the mirror, eager to try it on.

She vaguely sensed someone playing a game of summoning vengeful ghosts on the other side of the mirror. Could it be that it was finally her turn to appear this time?

It has been a long time since anyone has called her by name; those terrifying legends have long been lost to the past.

Sadako, the Slit-Mouthed Woman, Kayako, the Ouija Board—the endless stream of new urban legends cruelly wears down the older generation in the long river of time.

She tried to lean closer to listen to the caller's voice.

Suddenly, a hook caught her collar, and a slender, ghostly figure behind her lifted her up and threw her aside, saying in a harsh tone, "You're blocking my entrance, ma'am."

Bloody Mary turned around and saw the candy clown, smeared with exaggerated paint, emitting a disgusting giggle as he mocked her and prepared to emerge from the mirror. "You Bloody Marys, Four Corners is a remnant of the old era. The new era has no place for you. Get out of here and watch our performance."

After saying that, he walked quickly toward the liquid-like mirror, brandishing the hook and sticking his head out. However, just as he was about to give the poor summoned sacrifice in front of him a surprise, he saw a man holding a skull-crushing hammer with both hands coldly looking at him.

The Candy Clown's eerie smile froze, his face, covered in paint, stiffened, and he stood frozen in place.

Its lips twitched. "Damn, they're fishing over there!"

Chapter 91 Do you know about Zawaludo? (4k)

Four thousand words chapter

The evil spirits still shrouded in the gray mist of the summoning space saw the half of Candy Clown's body that hadn't extended suddenly twitch a few times, as if it had suffered some terrifying injury. Its entire body began to convulse rhythmically. Sensing something was wrong, Bloody Mary reached out to try and drag Candy Clown back. After being pulled back, even the shadows floating in the gray mist involuntarily took a few steps back. That comical head had been smashed by a heavy object, blood and flesh splattered, half an eyeball bulging out. The head seemed to have been precisely struck by a two-dimensional foil, smashed into a thin sheet of paper.

Even the summoned evil spirits were horrified by this sight. In horror stories, they usually toy with the victims who foolishly summoned them, but no one had ever seen a summoner smash an evil spirit's head upon their arrival.

Who exactly summoned them? Was it Chen Dachui from Jiujiang?

The faint, lingering calls of vengeful spirits continued, but this time no one dared to take a step forward. The alluring summons persisted, and the evil spirits, unable to control their bloodlust, lingered at the door, unwilling to die or leave.

The mental hospital's cells were stained red with spurting blood. Bai Ge, panting, dropped his hammer and glanced at the dumbfounded black ghost behind him. Judging from the other's shocked expression, it seemed that Bai Ge's ghost-fishing behavior had frightened one of the ghosts quite a bit.

Bai Ge explained, "What's so strange about it? This is just a normal day for the guys at the fishing bar. There's nothing surprising about it. Back when I was sea fishing, I tied a rope around my feet and used myself as bait to jump into the sea to fish for giant grouper. But instead, I caught a great white shark. If I hadn't swum fast back then, I'd probably be in first grade by now."

Bai Ge was a thoughtful person, and immediately rested his chin on his hand and whispered his analysis, "But since the mirror and reciting the name are the mediums, if we play a normal audio and a reversed audio in front of the mirror, wouldn't that make the evil spirit jump back and forth inside and outside the mirror repeatedly, thus achieving a prolonged stun effect?"

It's a pity the black ghost can't speak, otherwise it would definitely yell at you for exploiting a bug here!

A few minutes later, still no other ghostly figures appeared in the mirror, and Bai Ge was getting a little impatient. He cast a malicious glance at the trembling black ghostly figure to the side.

The black ghost was so frightened by his gaze that it lost its mind, its eyes looking like those of a researcher about to give a terrifying smile to a mouse on a dissection table.

Bai Ge pulled the fishing line hook from under his fingernails and shook it repeatedly, saying, "Why don't you go to the mirror and call out the other ghosts? Don't try anything funny. See the fishing line in my hand? Trust me, you don't want to know what new uses I'll develop for it."

……

For some reason, despite the scorching heat of summer, the Xu City Mental Hospital was unusually cold. A strange white mist filled the corridors, and the glass was fogged up. The entire hospital ward felt like an ice cave, damp and chilly.

The caregivers who were searching at night unconsciously rubbed their arms, which were covered with fine goosebumps, and they could even see white breath coming out of their mouths.

"What's going on?"

Shining the flashlight, he vaguely saw strange figures moving in the depths of the white mist, but after rubbing his eyes and looking again, he saw nothing.

"I guess I'm seeing things."

The caregiver comforted herself as she continued walking.

Meanwhile, the paper effigy carrying two kitchen knives wore a single eye patch and had a toothpick dangling from its mouth. Its two slender arms were adorned with temporary tattoos of a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, and two watermelon knives were strapped to its shoulders, giving it an arrogant air of preparing to hack its way from the Southern Heavenly Gate to Penglai Immortal Island.

The adorable little fox carries the banner of "May it last forever and rule the world" behind the paper effigy, waving it behind the effigy and acting like the boss is in charge of showing off his skills while he's in charge of being awesome.

Making paper effigies is a must. This is a big client, and everything has to be arranged perfectly. Such a large order is not only intimidating, but even if it means eating shit, I would be willing to do it if he paid a little more.

Penguin, the cult leader imprisoned in a private room, seemed to sense the power he worshipped. Suddenly, he jumped out of bed, picked up a chair, and smashed the glass door with all his might. Whether he was born with superhuman strength or not, the originally sturdy door was smashed to pieces with a deafening crash. He then walked out, knelt in the corridor, raised his arms, and his eyes were filled with fanatical emotion.

He firmly believed that the world was about to fall apart and that only an evil god could save the people from their suffering. So he proclaimed himself the savior, founded a cult, appointed two protectors and three followers. He originally intended to make his move in his living room, but was dragged to the police station and arrested by a few neighborhood committee women.

At that moment, the cult leader felt that all the sacrifices he had made were worthwhile, and the evil gods had answered his humble prayers.

It was this unwavering belief in the theory that led him to the dangerous ward of a mental hospital.

"My Lord has answered my sincere and humble prayer!"

"Welcome, my supreme and holy Lord! Purify this fallen world and save your people from their suffering!"

The other madmen were awakened by his prayers, letting out hysterical howls or pounding on the walls, and some even cleared their throats and started singing the Ballad of Heroes.

It was a scene of chaotic chaos.

For some reason, even though the entire Jin-Northwest region—oh no, the mental hospital—was in complete chaos, no other medical staff came out to check on things.

Then the cult leader saw many ghostly figures in the corridor, which seemed to be evil spirits that appeared with the white mist.

However, what he didn't know was that the paper effigy emphasized a grand and sophisticated entrance, so the two ghosts, the embroidered shoes ghost and the hanged ghost, could only carry a large bucket of dry ice in their hands, scattering it as they walked to create a misty, eerie effect.

A paper effigy carrying a watermelon knife appeared before the cult leader. Although this evil god looked somewhat different from what he had imagined, it was still an evil god that had been summoned with great difficulty. He immediately knelt down and prostrated himself, saying cautiously, "God, please grant me the power of immortality and cleanse the world of evil."

However, the paper effigy didn't even glance at him. Instead, it walked to the private room next door and kicked the glass door hard.

The glass door remained completely still.

Seeing this, the vengeful ghost quickly grabbed the key it had snatched from the stunned caregiver and opened the glass door that opened outwards.

The penguin, lying prone, quietly opened one eye and secretly observed the other, wondering to itself, "Why does this evil god seem a little dim-witted?"

After the door opened, the paper effigy swaggered into the ward. Although he couldn't defeat the other vengeful ghosts, he was more than capable of bullying an ordinary person.

As soon as they stepped inside, the paper effigy's eyelids twitched, and the toothpick it was holding in its mouth instantly fell to the ground, leaving it dumbfounded.