It's time to become an evil god.

Bai Ge grabbed Inugami's head and said coldly, "If you dare to tip us off later, I guarantee I'll make you buy out all the public toilet buffets in Tokyo."

……

Meiji Shrine.

The shimenawa ropes binding the three camphor trees in front of the main hall had long been cut off, leaving only the tattered, lightning-shaped imperial coins swaying and fluttering in the cold wind.

The entrance to the main hall was filled with piles of skulls, and boiled human heads floated in a large cauldron of steaming water.

"Cough cough cough, wasn't it said that drinking a soup made from the hearts and livers of twelve eight-year-old children would cure the poison? Damn it, these quacks have misled me again!"

A red-haired rat-man draped in a robe coughed twice, causing the candle on the table to flicker. He covered his mouth, a look of pain on his face.

"That wretched woman, Tamamo-no-Mae, dared to scheme against me! When I catch her, I'll tear that vile bitch to pieces!"

The red-haired rat's knuckles cracked as it slammed its cane against the ground, leaving a horrifying crack in the birchwood floor. Its small, narrow eyes were filled with boundless hatred; its vengeful nature meant it would never let anyone who dared to betray it get away with it.

"Lord Acharya, good news! Fa Gui and the others have returned from obtaining the medicine from the sorcerer!"

The sudden good news swept away Acharya's gloom. He quickly stood up and saw a group of ghostly figures with eerie green flames burning outside the South Divine Gate, gradually approaching the main hall.

"Quick, help me up."

Ajali's eyes were filled with a mixture of joy and madness, and a ferocious smile appeared on her lips.

Fa Gui was holding a bowl of medicine, kneeling respectfully in front of him, and said softly, "We have not failed you, Lord Acharya. This is the medicine we obtained."

"and many more."

Acharya was cautious, suspicious, and cunning by nature. His gaze was fixed on the hair-wielding ghost, and he coldly ordered, "Don't rush, take a sip first."

"As ordered."

Without saying a word, the other person picked up the bowl, tilted their head back, and gulped it down as if they were drinking water.

Seeing this, the red-haired mouse stood up in anger and anxiety and quickly stopped the other party.

"Stop right there! I told you to take a sip of the medicine, not to drink the whole thing!"

Fa Gui hurriedly put down the medicine bowl and calmly let out a burp.

"belch."

Disturbed, Acharya asked the other person to present the medicine bowl. She sniffed it with her delicate nose to make sure there were no other strange smells before picking up the medicine and taking a sip.

It tastes awful, extremely awful.

Acharya glanced at the hair-wearing ghost in front of her, feeling extremely annoyed. How did this guy manage to drink so happily just now?

Gritting his teeth, Acharya still drank the half bowl of extremely unpleasant-tasting medicine in one gulp, even causing the hair on his front body to stand on end.

It's too bad to drink.

"Finally, the poison has been neutralized. Once I recover, I'll make sure that bastard Tamamo-no-Mae dies a horrible death."

Acharya stood up and took two steps forward. But the next moment, it felt dizzy and weak. Its lips went numb. It became restless, and even its limbs began to twitch involuntarily.

"Wait, why is the pain after drinking this medicine even worse than poison?"

The large red-haired rat sitting on the altar swayed unsteadily, its vision blurring. It tried to grab the hair-ghost, but nearly missed and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Acharya asked through gritted teeth, "What kind of medicine did you get back for me?"

"Lord Acharya, please wait a moment. Don't rush. Let me read the instruction manual."

The hair demon pulled a piece of paper from his black hair, read it, and explained, "Tetramethylenedisulfone tetramine."

Acharya flew into a rage, slamming his fist into the ground and roaring, "Don't talk nonsense to me!"

"It's rat poison."

Ajali's eyes widened. "Rat poison?"

"Yes."

The ghost replied in a serious tone, "What? Shouldn't a sick rat be given rat poison?"

Chapter 103 You're nothing but a golden crispy chicken!

Finally, the lockdown is lifted and I don't have to write long chapters anymore.

The other ghosts and players present remained silent. They had long been accustomed to Bai Ge's intermittent morbid humor, and even if they grumbled inwardly, their faces remained expressionless. Especially when they saw him take out almost a pound of white powder from his quest item inventory, they silently lit a candle in their hearts, wishing him a safe journey to the underworld.

The surrounding demons and monsters instantly sprang out, blocking Acharya's path. Gentle, still in his weasel form, clenched his fists, expressionlessly assessing the fighting strength of the menacing monsters before him.

"You poisoned me? No, you're not a ghost! Who are you?!"

Acharya belatedly realized what was happening, but everything before his eyes had become a double image. His knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, barely supporting himself with his tin staff. Under the combined effects of the poison and rat poison, a group of snowmen began to appear before his eyes, dancing a love song.

"Listen to me, everyone."

Bai Ge tore off the transformation sticker stuck to his forehead and replied confidently, "We upright people never stand on ceremony when we fight; we only care about the result. This evil monk is finished. We don't need to worry about morality anymore; let's all attack and kill him!"

puff.

A mouthful of blood gushed out. Acharya had never seen such a shameless guy. "You son of a bitch!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Acharya, you're such a useless piece of trash. I never thought even your subordinates would dare to rebel."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the candlelight placed at the entrance of the main hall still flickered, while the shadows of the demons on the wall gradually twisted and deformed.

Bai Ge and the other demons and monsters all turned their heads away.

Step, step, step.

Light, hurried footsteps drew closer, and four ghostly figures carrying a square sedan chair floated lightly from the depths of the shadowy figures in the distance.

A square wooden sedan chair could be vaguely seen approaching from afar. The sedan chair was only covered by thin gauze, and the canopy was like a roof with four slopes, with a circle of white curtains floating around it.

You can vaguely see a child sitting quietly under the canopy, maintaining an upright kneeling posture.

Bell pendants hung from the four corners, jingling as they were blown by the wind.

The square sedan chair is surrounded by sedan chair bearers whose shapes resemble burning human heads in the darkness, supporting the sedan chair poles with gleaming eyes.

Clutching his chest, the demonic monk Acharya cursed, "Azure Heron Fire? This is none of your business, get out!"

"Azure Heron Fire?"

Bai Ge frowned, surprised that there were other unknown forces involved.

"It is the messenger of the Sixth Heaven Demon King, Momijigari, who is the most powerful group in Kyoto Ward."

Inugami crept over quietly and whispered, "And there have been rumors lately that Momijigari has ambitions to annex other Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) groups."

The Feast at Hongmen.

Bai Ge instantly realized, "What era are we living in? Are we still playing the script of ambush by axemen and using a cup as a signal?"

"He's practically halfway to the grave, why is he still so hot-tempered?"

A pair of slender, fair hands emerged from behind the gauze curtain, clutching a blood-soaked human skin. A delicate voice said, "I'm just here to give you an invitation. Lord Momiji-gari invites you to attend the upcoming Kyoto Conference, but judging from your appearance, the Ouma Time Group has no chance."

"and many more."

Bai Ge raised his hand and said with a smile, "Excuse me, could you give us this spot?"

"Give it to you? On what grounds?"

The little girl lifted the veil, revealing a long, thin head attached to her narrow neck. Qinglu Huo stared at the living person in front of her with a look of disdain and coldly asked, "What group are you from?"

"We are the Starbucks atmosphere team."

With his long, narrow head bobbing as if pondering Bai Ge's words, Qing Lu Huo finally shook his head and said, "Starbucks Atmosphere Team? What cats and dogs? I've never heard of them."

Bai Ge quickly explained, "It's okay if you haven't heard of it. Let me introduce it to you. Our atmosphere team mainly plays the support role."

The little girl became slightly interested, "Support role?"

"Ah."

Bai Ge gestured as he explained, "The main role is to stand aside during fights and boost our morale by playing the execution theme music of Jotaro, Giorno, and others, thus increasing the output of the ADC. And when cleaning up the corpses after a fight, he plays the Great Compassion Mantra for the team members who unfortunately died on the spot."

"..."

"Our team members are skilled in various musical instruments such as the erhu, trumpet, and suona, and we provide a one-stop professional service from wedding ceremony to coffin closure and ascension."

The group of vengeful ghosts behind them dressed in black suits and wore sunglasses. They produced a whole array of musical instruments from somewhere, including erhu, trumpets, suonas, gongs, and drums. Four ghosts immediately carried a coffin, indicating that they were a professional team.

Bai Ge even peeled off the transformation sticker on Wen Liang's forehead and politely introduced her, saying, "For example, this one was the suona player in the 7th Provisional Division's military band when she was born. She is known for playing any tune she can play, and she can play it for you from the full moon to the seventh day after your death."

Wen Liang felt his low blood pressure, caused by the blood loss, instantly healed and rose.

You're just a temporary 7th Division military band!

I really want to stab my teammates twice first!

Bai Ge, having somehow acquired a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), tossed it into Wen Liang's arms and said, "Come on, give this Lord Qinglu Huo a performance about the summer that Kikujiro couldn't survive."

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Wenliang placed her hand on the hilt of the sword. Rather than slaying demons, she now wanted to kill her teammates in front of her.

"no need."

Qinglu Huo's lips twitched; she didn't even deign to look at this weak group of vengeful spirits. She pointed to the already weakened demon monk Acharya beside her and said, "Kill it, and I'll give you the invitation."

However, Bai Ge did not make a move, and a hesitant look appeared on his face.

"What? You don't dare to make a move?"

"No, no, that..."

Bai Ge quickly waved his hand and asked quietly, "I'm thinking about something."

Qingluhuo said impatiently, "What's the problem with all this dawdling?"

"If I kill you and it, what reward will I get?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Qinglu Huo laughed heartily, as if he had heard a very funny joke, a murderous glint appearing in his eyes. "You think you can kill me?"

Suddenly her eyes sharpened, and a powerful gust of air shot out from the sedan chair. The little girl's figure reflected in the gauze curtain continued to expand and grow larger, eventually shattering the entire sedan chair.

It eventually transformed into a heron radiating golden light, emitting a sharp, mournful cry.