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"Cough cough cough."

The figure in the white coat carefully stitched up the corpse on the dissection table. Beside him was an old crematorium, covered with black stains from soot.

Painful screams and pounding on the furnace walls emanated from the old incinerator, suggesting that the furnace was still burning.

Stopping what he was doing, the figure in the white coat turned around, and the lights that illuminated most of the village made him frown.

Then he saw a guy carrying a disco lantern slowly walking towards him. When he got closer, the figure in the white coat widened his eyes instantly.

Bai Ge waved and greeted him warmly, saying, "Professor Yang, I didn't expect to see you again."

Professor Yang's eyelids twitched. He hadn't expected to run into this jinx even while hiding in this godforsaken place. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What the hell are you?"

"I?"

Bai Ge brandished the clanging chains in his hand and said with a smile, "I am the Warden of the Soul Chains."

Chapter 94 Can I borrow a light to have some skewers?

The colorful lights of a nightclub illuminated the dark and eerie village of ghost houses, and the paper figures holding blue-green paper lanterns that had been on the street vanished without a trace. An eerie silence descended upon the entire village.

I was so angry with this guy during the day that my blood pressure was so high, but I didn't expect him to be back in front of me, all lively and energetic, at night.

Professor Yang's gaze locked onto the eerie lantern, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you preparing to torture a ghost?"

Bai Ge shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I used to be afraid that female hooligans would try to take advantage of me when I walked at night. Later I realized that the way to eliminate fear is to become fear. So ever since I started carrying this disco lantern out, everyone in the village has thought that the underworld sent me to collect heads."

After a moment of silence, Professor Yang asked in a low voice, "Did you ever consider applying for intangible cultural heritage status after you died?"

"Let's talk."

Bai Ge narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the strangely shaped crematorium behind Professor Yang. Even from a distance, he could feel the intense heat emanating from the furnace walls. Scratching sounds came from inside the furnace, as if there were still living people struggling inside the blazing incinerator.

"This isn't an incinerator, it's a corpse refining furnace. You must be very curious why such a ghastly place would appear in the basement, right?"

Professor Yang casually grabbed a document from the table and tossed it in front of Bai Ge. Bai Ge didn't bend down to touch it but quickly glanced at it.

Project Number: Crematorium

Level: C (Harmless)

Containment procedures: Lock down the building

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Professor Yang put down his scalpel and explained, "Actually, the Xushi Mental Hospital didn't have a crematorium before. Nobody knows how it appeared in the basement. It attracted the attention of relevant government departments. They sealed off the mental hospital area for research, but this crematorium that appeared out of nowhere didn't show any unusual signs. Later, the government lost patience and lifted the seal. Until that accident happened."

Professor Yang continued calmly, “We don’t know how the patient crawled into the crematorium and committed suicide inside. Afterwards, the body, engulfed in flames, emerged from the crematorium and burned down the entire ward. The authorities classified the incident as an accident, and the crematorium, which was originally stored in the basement, mysteriously disappeared after that incident. The ward had to be abandoned afterward.”

"The mental hospital, which had been operating smoothly for more than ten years, was disrupted by the patients it recently admitted. After those guys who were brought in from who-knows-where were sent to the hospital, the crematorium started to reappear. And this time, the crematorium also brought a strange space, which is the underground village you see filled with paper figures, paper horses, peddlers and laborers, yet it is also eerily quiet."

Professor Yang's voice was extremely calm, and he even pushed up his glasses, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"I was the first doctor to discover the crematorium and wanted to take it for myself. I killed all the patients and doctors who accidentally entered the place and threw them into the crematorium. Later, due to the endless disappearances and the previous anomalies about the crematorium, they had to transfer the patients. But then again, my crematorium is nothing compared to what those survivors went through, tsk tsk tsk."

Recalling the scene he had glimpsed by chance, a hint of apprehension appeared on Professor Yang's rigid and lifeless face.

"I watched as a patient lying on the hospital bed suddenly struggled in agony, his body began to grow animal hair, his nails fell off, and his hands turned into hooves. In the end, he was executed and destroyed. The medical staff called this bizarre symptom 'beastification disease'."

Professor Yang raised his head, his eyes filled with madness.

That look in his eyes was as if he had witnessed something even more incomprehensible and wanted to pursue a deeper secret.

"The crematorium opened the door to another world for me, a world more interesting than the boring work in the mental hospital. But it also made me realize one thing: there are limits to what humans can do."

"Wait a mininute."

Bai Ge quickly raised his hand to interrupt the other person and said seriously, "I need to remind you that one of the guys who made similar remarks to you before has been burned to ashes, and the other has stopped thinking in outer space."

"Hey hey hey."

Professor Yang spread his arms, and wisps of blue smoke rose from his skin. As the smoke became increasingly pungent, his hair fell out, and his skin revealed charred scars. Green flames erupted from his body, enveloping him completely, and he emitted a strong smell of burning.

He opened his palm, a flame leaping within. His blurred features, shrouded in the dark blue flame, were barely discernible, only the flickering of his expression barely discernible. "I made a deal with the devil. The crematorium is willing to transform me into a monster, neither human nor ghost. In return, I need to provide him with a corpse every day. It will continuously provide me with power. Now it's time to show you what true terror is..."

Before he could finish speaking, a small jar smashed directly onto Professor Yang's nose. He grabbed the glass jar and saw that it said "Barbecue Cumin Powder".

Professor Yang seemed to have been doused with cold water, and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Now that it's baked like this, wouldn't sprinkling some cumin powder make it even more flavorful?"

Bai Ge rested her chin on her hand and asked seriously, "Seriously, Professor Yang, with all your skills, have you ever considered implementing an integrated service between crematoriums and thermal power plants?"

"you shut up."

A chain of fire shot out from the sleeve of the white coat, wrapped around the lantern in the white coat's hand, and pulled the colorful disco lanterns over.

Professor Yang had been extremely wary of the object in his hand from the beginning, but after easily obtaining it, most of his fear vanished instantly.

This guy looks like an ordinary person who can't fight back at all.

He held up the lantern and let out a cold laugh.

"Hmph, without the lantern, I'll see you now &%￥＃@*!"

Professor Yang suddenly started convulsing as if he had epilepsy. Even the flame above his head began to flicker. He even started twisting his waist and dancing the New Treasure Island dance. Finally, he threw the lantern to the ground, took several steps back, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.

Bai Ge asked with an expectant look, "I almost forgot to tell you, Professor, that my lantern has a function that makes it dance with the light when it leaks electricity. What do you think, Professor Yang?"

"You fucking!"

Professor Yang, enraged by the flames engulfing his entire body, suddenly unleashed countless chains floating in mid-air from behind him. Each chain was wrapped around a similarly charred corpse, emitting painful howls.

Professor Yang, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, seemed to be illuminated by a pale green flame devoid of any warmth. The flames pierced through the churning black mist surrounding the village of Minglou, their ferocious aura relentlessly assaulting everything around them. Even the corpses that had been relentlessly pounding and knocking against the furnace walls fell silent.

Professor Yang's voice exuded an undeniable authority and a sense of oppression as he spoke, word by word, "This is my true power. No one can escape from my grasp. Cough cough cough, ptooey ptooey ptooey."

Bai Ge pulled out a fire extinguisher and sprayed it directly at Professor Yang's face. The dry powder covered most of his face, causing him to cough.

After being interrupted several times, Professor Yang finally couldn't take it anymore. The chains rattled loudly, and intense flames wrapped around them. The bound souls let out even more miserable howls, while the flames on Professor Yang's body became increasingly dull and dark in color.

It looked like a ball of black fire.

The surrounding paper ghost towers were all set on fire, and through the burning paper windows, one could still see traces of figures struggling inside.

Professor Yang walked up to Bai Ge with burning footprints, pointing his index finger at the guy who had tricked him time and time again, and asked with a condescending and contemptuous attitude, "Do you have any last words?"

Bai Ge nervously swallowed, took out a skewer of chicken and gluten from her inventory, stared at him expectantly, and said earnestly, "Can I borrow a light to eat some skewers?"

"No, get out!"

Chapter Ninety-Five: You fucking work as a gigolo?!

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Professor Yang's body was clearly ablaze with flames, yet he gave off an eerie feeling, making one's hands and feet feel cold.

In particular, the streets are dark and cold, with oppressive walls overhead, creating a ghostly atmosphere.

puff.

Suddenly, the paper-mache ghost towers around them spontaneously combusted, igniting eerie blue-green candlelight. The ghostly flames flickered, creating a deathly atmosphere and a chilling gloom.

Instantly, the entire village of Minglou was enveloped in a gloomy, bluish atmosphere, as if one had entered a mysterious world of the dead. The air was filled with various whispering sounds, the eerie laughter of children chasing each other, and the agonizing screams coming from the crematorium. All these sounds mingled together, overwhelming the village like a tsunami.

Professor Yang, driven to the brink of madness by Bai Ge, finally made his move. Countless chains emerged from beneath his white coat, and the souls bound behind him let out painful howls, seemingly having their souls constantly drained.

Chains bound Bai Ge tightly, reinforcing him with each binding until he was completely submerged within them. His eyes blazed with rage. "I fucking told you not to talk dirty! I fucking told you not to talk dirty! You try saying it again, you try..."

Clang.

Professor Yang felt a sharp pain in his back. He turned around abruptly and saw the man who had been bound by chains behind him. The man suddenly smiled, raised an axe, and slammed it into his back.

Clang.

The sound of metal clanging came from behind, and chains that had emerged from Professor Yang's body were wrapped around the wooden handle of the axe.

Professor Yang, who had narrowly escaped death, felt a sense of relief. If it weren't for the flames of the crematorium protecting him, he would likely have been seriously injured by that axe blow.

Perhaps noticing the shocked look in the other person's eyes, Bai Ge explained, "As a mental patient, it's normal for me to carry some weapons with me, right?"

Professor Yang then realized that this guy wasn't faking madness; he genuinely had mental problems.

Otherwise, what normal person would carry a fire extinguisher with them at all times?

"Tick."

Professor Yang wanted to continue his attack, but he found himself bleeding, and the blue flames all over his body gradually faded.

"How is this going?"

Professor Yang was about to make another move when the power enveloping him seemed to vanish instantly. The corpses, suspended in mid-air and bound by chains, lost their strength and crashed to the ground with a thud, turning into charred remains.

The flames on his body gradually died down, and Professor Yang's evil power was stripped away, turning him back into an ordinary middle-aged man.

Professor Yang's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. He knelt on the ground, his ten fingers drawing ten deep marks in the soil, and said painfully, "No, it can't be, why? Why?"

However, his skin was rapidly losing moisture, his sparse hair was falling out, and he looked decades older in an instant.

Bai Ge's expression suddenly dawned on him.

"It seems there's a price to pay for using the crematorium's power. The price is probably trading your own life for it. Once you can't pay the corresponding lifespan, the crematorium will reclaim its power. These bastards really don't have any good intentions. But conversely, if I have enough power, could I transform into a Winged Dragon of Ra?"

A thought flashed through Bai Ge's mind, and he seemed to realize something quickly. "So that's how it is. I finally know what this thing is all about."

Countless black tentacles emanated from his body, using the power of the umbilical cord to bind the furnace on the ground.

Black tentacles kept climbing and grabbing the thick, rough walls of the crematorium, squeezing it with a creaking sound, grinding away the rough paint, and gradually revealing the true face of the furnace.

The surface was etched with faces contorted in agony, expressions of pain and despair as if they had been violently slammed into the inside of the furnace wall.

Their souls are condemned to eternal damnation, constantly enduring the despair and agony of being consumed by flames.

The black tentacles used all their strength to actually pull the crematorium out of its foundation and lift it high into the air.

Bai Ge calmly said, "As expected, this is the Hell Furnace."

Having said that, the writhing tentacles forcefully opened the sealed furnace lid, and a wave of scorching heat swept over him. He could even feel the endless, tormented souls struggling in the eternal fiery inferno inside.

"A furnace that never goes out is just too perfect. Using it to burn corpses is such a waste. Why not open a barbecue chain?"