It's time to become an evil god.

The memories in my mind came to an abrupt halt due to the pain in my temples.

He tried to stand up to get a cup of coffee, but his whole body remained motionless. He then realized that he was tied to a chair with his hands and feet firmly fixed, and even his head was immobilized by some kind of device.

The dean instinctively sensed something was wrong, his heart tightened, and he immediately shouted for help, "Is anyone there? Help me!"

A hoarse, deep voice came from the corner, coldly saying, "Stop shouting, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out."

The figure hidden in the shadows slowly emerged, and a man wearing black leggings over his head appeared before them. The dean asked nervously, "W-who are you?"

"Are you out of your mind? Can't you see I'm wearing leggings over my head? It's obvious I don't want you to know my real identity. Otherwise, I would have just read out my ID number."

The dean swallowed hard. From the clear logic of what he had just said, he could conclude that this guy was definitely not mentally ill!

An uninvited guest carried a chair and sat down in front of the dean, saying in a cold voice, "I have a few questions I want to ask you."

With his life in the other party's hands, the dean was completely devoid of his previous arrogant attitude, and stammered, "You, you tell me, I will definitely tell you everything I know."

Bai Ge spoke up, "You should have known about the crematorium in the basement of the abandoned old building, right?"

The dean's expression changed drastically, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he whispered, "Wait, how did you know there was a crematorium in the basement?"

Snapped.

The dean received a solid slap to the face, his eyes were filled with stars, and he felt dizzy.

The other person extended an index finger and said sternly, "Please don't answer questions with questions."

He then took out a backpack, unzipped it, and found a terrifying stun gun inside.

He pointed one end of the stun gun at the dean's crotch and said coldly, "Otherwise, I'll make you watch the animated series 'Electric Shock Boy' that aired on CCTV's children's channel."

Although I haven't seen Electric Boy, if he says one wrong word, he might lose his job.

The hospital director shook his head in a panic, "I don't know the specifics. Only the old village chief knows the origin of the crematorium. Moreover, after that fire, no one was allowed to approach that place. I only know that the relevant government departments sent people over to deal with it and took away the files of most of the patients."

Having failed to obtain any useful information, Bai Ge turned to other questions, "Did the Xushi Mental Hospital receive survivors of the Yaotai Town incident before?"

The dean was taken aback, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. "Wait a minute, how did you know?"

sizzle.

As soon as the switch was turned on, the dean turned pale with pain, feeling an electric current coursing through his body, causing him to convulse uncontrollably.

"what!!!!"

No matter how piercing his screams were, no one responded.

Bai Ge turned off the switch, moved the stun gun away, and calmly said, "Do you remember now?"

"I'll tell you everything!"

The director, panting heavily and fearing further torture, hurriedly spilled the beans, saying, "All the survivors were transferred by government officials. I'm just the director of a mental hospital; I have no right to inquire about their secrets. Moreover, those survivors are under special guard, and no one else is allowed near them. Honestly, I know nothing about their situation. But I heard them say that the survivors seem to have some connection to that crematorium. The researchers stationed there were originally planning a long-term stay, but then something happened, and they were all evacuated overnight."

Judging from the dean's words, the only way to understand the secrets behind the survivors was to risk entering the abandoned wards.

Having lost his usefulness, Bai Ge was too lazy to waste any more words with the dean. He picked up a brick and walked up to the dean, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, dean, I searched the whole hospital but couldn't find any anesthetic, so I have to use this as a substitute for now."

Before the dean could react, he raised a brick and smashed it down hard on the head, eliciting only a short, sharp cry before the blow was abruptly stopped.

After knocking the dean unconscious, Bai Ge walked out of the office. The silversmith, bound tightly like a rice dumpling, remained motionless. He was carried away by five vengeful ghosts and followed Bai Ge.

The silversmith was nearly in despair, repeatedly shouting, "Hey, can you please let me go? This is my job, after all. Sending me there like this is practically sending me to my death!"

The paper effigy somehow found a stinky sock and stuffed it into the silversmith's mouth, claiming it was their highest level of courtesy, a professional team, and a "five ghosts carrying a coffin" ceremony.

He also advised the silversmith not to engage in racist rhetoric, saying that black people are not human, but also ghosts.

Bai Ge dragged the silversmith across a dark, gloomy corridor, where only eerie silence remained as they went deeper.

An abandoned old building sits in a vacant lot overgrown with weeds, and the blackened edges of the windows still bear traces of the fire that once burned it.

Withered ivy climbs the walls, and the eerie building exudes a strange atmosphere. From a distance, it looks like a giant tombstone. The abandoned old building is far from the mental hospital and is located in a remote corner overgrown with weeds.

"I can sense that something is wrong here. The whole building seems to be emanating a strong evil aura and yin energy."

The trapped silversmith sensed danger with his keen sixth sense. He panicked and used the telepathic communication device to continue advising the other party, "Boss, boss, don't do anything reckless! There must be something sinister lurking in this abandoned hospital room."

Bai Ge stopped in her tracks. "You're right. It was indeed inappropriate to just walk in like that."

After thinking for a moment, he hooked a fishhook onto the other man's collar, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously, "Good brother, I'll have them carry you in first to scout ahead."

Chapter Ninety-Three: I am the Soul Lock Warden

"Holy crap, boss, you can't just kick me while I'm down!"

The silversmith is now bound up like a rice dumpling; throwing him in would be tantamount to suicide.

"It's fine."

Bai Ge seemed completely unconcerned about the other party's previous act of hiring someone to commit murder, and even kindly offered advice to the player in front of him, "Don't panic. A friend of mine who was in charge of logistics kept emphasizing to me that you must protect your face and head during missions. This is really important."

The silversmith paused for a moment, then quickly asked, "Wait, is your friend a player who writes strategy guides on the forum?"

Bai Ge shook his head and explained, "No, he is a mortician at the funeral home who is mainly responsible for preparing the deceased's appearance and documents."

"..."

The silversmith tried to struggle desperately, but the vengeful ghosts, without saying a word, carried him, tore off the warning strips, and threw him inside.

Leave you!

With a loud bang, it slammed heavily to the ground with a scream.

Bai Ge held a fishing line in his hand, squatting in place like a fisherman, quietly waiting for the evil spirit or monster inside to take the bait.

When it comes to fishing, Bai Ge is undoubtedly the king of the air force (i.e., those who don't fish). After waiting for a while without any movement inside, Bai Ge finally couldn't stand it any longer and tentatively called out, "Hey, how's it going up there?"

"No, it's nothing."

The other party responded weakly, "Boss, it's actually quite cool in here."

Countless fishing lines burrowed into the old building. After confirming that there was no danger in the lobby, Bai Ge tentatively stepped through the door.

Upon entering, one is immediately struck by the damp, musty smell. The silversmith, lying on the floor, shifts restlessly like a rice dumpling.

Bai Ge carefully observed the surrounding situation.

A spacious corridor stretched out in front of the main hall, its walls painted with tiles, and all the iron doors along the corridor were closed. It seemed the corridor had been renovated after being burned down. Even the air smelled of disinfectant.

There were still many discarded items and useless garbage left on the ground, including old sterile gauze stained with blood, medical records, yellowish-brown sterile cotton, and broken glass medicine bottles, indicating that the evacuation was very hasty.

Bai Ge squatted down, picked up the medical record book on the ground, and casually flipped through it a few times. The patient names on it were just numbered, and what was even more terrifying was that without exception, the words "experiment failed" were written below each one.

Bai Ge said with a sigh, "This reminds me of an old doctor who was very kind and virtuous. Whenever the family asked him how the surgery went, he would emphasize that what mattered was not the result, but the effort he put in. He was also very considerate in recommending the families of patients who couldn't be saved to his own coffin shop, saying that mentioning his name would get them a 20% discount on the urn."

"..."

Bai Ge had only taken a few steps forward, and before she even passed the first door in the corridor, she suddenly heard a strange little girl's laughter coming from the darkness, along with rustling sounds of running around.

Countless bloody handprints instantly appeared on the white-tiled wall to the left, densely covering the entire wall and stretching to the end of the corridor. At the same time, a dark figure beckoned to them from around the corner before turning and disappearing into the shadows.

Yea.

The doors on both sides of the corridor ward were all open, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

Bai Ge didn't stop, but chased after the little girl. He glanced at the eerie wards on both sides, where a sinister ghost stood. The walls and ceilings of each ward were covered with distorted human faces. The rooms were empty, but the walls were covered with countless ghost faces.

After seeing Bai Ge run across the corridor, those things seemed to move slightly and walked towards the door.

Bai Ge ignored it and continued chasing forward.

From behind, the little girl was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, her two braids swaying constantly. The moment she appeared, the walls, ceiling, and floor of the entire lobby were instantly covered with countless bloody faces.

The corridor lights that had been broken all over the place had now turned a dark red color.

Finally, the little girl in the hospital gown ran to the elevator shaft, pointed to the elevator next to her, and gestured for Bai Ge to go over.

"Let me through?"

With a tentative thought in mind, Bai Ge approached the eerily dilapidated elevator. The exterior was blackened by smoke and covered with hammer marks and scratches from fingernails. After a moment of contemplation, Bai Ge turned around and said, "Too dangerous, goodbye."

Ding dong.

At the same time, the elevator doors slowly opened a crack. Looking through the crack, something seemed to be wriggling inside.

Bai Ge wanted to take a step back, but the little girl in the hospital gown suddenly appeared behind him and pushed him forward.

Bai Ge stumbled and lost his balance. In the next instant, countless tentacles emerged from the elevator shaft, suddenly grabbing Bai Ge and pulling him into the elevator.

The little girl stood behind him, giggling, while Bai Ge could only watch helplessly as the elevator doors closed amidst the writhing tentacles.

The numbers on the elevator doors kept decreasing, seemingly about to drag Bai Ge into a non-existent hell.

The elevator finally stopped at the seventh basement level, and the doors slowly opened, as if we had entered another eerie underground world, where a sinister and strange mansion village appeared before us.

The tentacles binding Bai Ge loosened their grip in that instant, shoving him out of the elevator.

These houses, nestled deep in the shadows, are eerily quiet, like haunted houses, devoid of any signs of human life. They are not the kind of abandoned, dilapidated ruins that one might expect. Instead, these villages, hidden deep underground in the gloom, give one a chilling feeling, like those in the underworld.

The streets were filled with ghostly figures, yet there was no sense of liveliness; instead, the atmosphere was increasingly eerie and unsettling. The peddlers and laborers were all burning paper figures and horses specifically for the dead, their faces painted with expressions that were neither crying nor laughing, their lips crimson as if stained with blood.

Each paper effigy held a white paper lantern emitting a bluish glow, the characters for "offering sacrifice" on it appearing particularly glaring in the pale blue light. The houses seemed to be entirely made of joss paper, making the entire village look like a haunted house specifically for the deceased in the underworld.

From the inside out, every place was shrouded in an eerie and ominous atmosphere.

Bai Ge tentatively took a few steps forward, trying to take the lantern from the nearest paper effigy.

I tried to pry the lamppost a few times, but it wouldn't budge.

Bai Ge looked up and found that the paper figure in white clothes and pants had somehow raised its head and was staring at him with a smile.

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Ge took out his backpack from his inventory. Although the inventory was limited, the system seemed to allow nested bags, with large bags containing smaller ones. Bai Ge opened the large backpack, took out a small backpack from it, and then pulled out a handheld light that flashed with colorful lights, accompanied by the music of the Great Compassion Mantra.

The solemn and compassionate music seemed to purify most of the gloomy village.

It's not only down-to-earth, but also connected to the underworld.

The paper effigy's eerie, half-smiling expression had turned into one of utter astonishment.

Is this something a living person should play with?

"Village bully."

Bai Ge snorted and carried the lantern deeper into the village. The colorful, flashing lanterns instantly illuminated most of the village.

He turned around again, only to find that the paper figure behind him had already knelt down.