Fantasy: I'll do the hacking, and you'll suffer the side effects!

87: The gate of hell! A place of great fortune and great misfortune! A strange human skin mask!Before their eyes lay a desolate land, permeated everywhere by a thick, bloody mist.

From within the mist, screams and groans of pain intermittently emerged, as if countless lost souls struggled within it.

The ground was covered with bleached bones, flickering with a dim light under the bloody glow.

“Is this Ancient Green City? Why does it look like a ghost domain?” Wu De frowned.

“Wasn’t it like this before?” Chu Jiangnian asked with trepidation.

“Of course not. Ancient Green City was originally a Human Race ruin from ancient times, containing a vast amount of ancient culture.”

“It definitely wasn’t this terrifying and horrifying,” Wu De shook his head.

Qin Han’s golden eyes shot out divine light, piercing through the bloody mist to discern the scene within.

Then, he lightly raised a finger and pointed forward, “There’s a door there.”

The two looked over in unison, vaguely seeing a towering, pitch-black gateway standing not far ahead.

“It should be the city gate, let’s go take a look,” Wu De suggested.

At this moment, a shriek suddenly came from the bloody mist: “Don’t go over there, there are ghosts inside, ghosts!”

Who?

The three instinctively unleashed their Aura, their expressions grave as they scanned their surroundings.

Before long, several figures were seen lying on the ground, one of whom had blood flowing from his nose and mouth, and one arm missing.

“You can’t go in, there really are ghosts inside!” This person’s features were twisted, and there was a dark palm print on his chest, as if from a ghost.

He crawled on the ground, and with every step he crawled forward, his life essence was devoured by the bloody mist.

Before he could even crawl to the three’s feet, this person suddenly clutched his neck with both hands, his eyes rolling back, and he died with a scream.

Thump!

Such a bizarre scene scared Wu De into trembling, his face as pale as paper.

“Brother Qin, why don’t we just forget it?”

Chu Jiangnian also felt that this place was eerie and couldn’t help but look at Qin Han.

“Hmph, if there are ghosts in this world, then I am a Ghost God.”

“I want to see what the legendary ghosts look like.”

Qin Han strode forward, passing through the bloody mist to arrive before the gateway.

This gate towered into the clouds, and countless grotesque ghost faces were embedded on its two panels, their expressions twisted and pained.

Their wide-open mouths seemed to be recounting endless fear and despair.

Through the gate’s crack, wisps of chilling Yin Qi seeped out, as if an invisible hand was reaching out from within, wanting to drag people into an endless abyss.

“Boundless Heavenly Venerate, although this Daoist Priest’s Karma is not much, he has absolutely never done anything that harms the heavens or reasons, so the King of Hell should not blame him,” Wu De suddenly prayed.

“Brother Qin, look.” Chu Jiangnian suddenly pointed upwards.

Qin Han looked up, seeing a massive black rock plaque hanging above the gate.

Three large characters were carved on it—Ghost Gate.

“Ghost Gate? Why isn’t it Ancient Green City?” Qin Han frowned.

“It’s over, it’s over, we’ve arrived in true Hell,” Wu De was so scared his lips kept trembling, and he clamored to go back.

“This place is so strange, where did all the creatures who entered earlier go?” Chu Jiangnian couldn’t help but wonder.

Beside the Ghost Gate, there was also a huge stone tablet.

A passage was carved on the stone tablet:

‘Once past the Ghost Gate, there is no turning back.’

“Brother Qin, this…” Chu Jiangnian felt a bad premonition.

“I am fearless, how can I be afraid of ghosts?”

Qin Han snorted coldly and pushed the large gate open with force.

A heavy, chilling Aura rushed towards them, and the three’s eyelashes instantly condensed a thin layer of ice.

The world inside the gateway was even more desolate, with a sky as dark as ink, devoid of any sunlight.

Dark clouds rolled, forming grotesque and terrifying shapes, like a giant demonic face.

Wu De tightly closed his eyes, silently reciting a Heart Purifying Incantation, praying that no ghosts would find him.

However, after waiting for a moment with no movement, he cautiously opened one eye.

He saw several wide, bustling streets before him, with various shops on both sides of the streets, and standing green fire lanterns illuminating the area.

There were shops selling all sorts of items, such as Spirit Pills, divine weapons, Talismanic Incantations, Restrictions, and so on.

But the strange thing was that this area, which should have been a prosperous scene, had no hawking sounds, not even a single person.

“We haven’t seen a single living creature, have we come to the wrong place?” Chu Jiangnian asked.

“Perhaps the path they took was different from ours,” Qin Han guessed.

Seeing this, Wu De wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief, “You scared this Daoist Priest to death. So the Ghost Gate was just a trick, I thought it was real Hell.”

“Look at how timid you are, and you still dare to say you’re a Saint descendant?” Qin Han teased.

“Isn’t this Daoist Priest just trying to lighten the mood since the atmosphere was a bit silent?” Wu De said, puffing out his chest.

“Let’s go in and see,” Qin Han walked forward along the street.

“Wait, let this Daoist Priest see where the treasures are first.” Wu De brought out his Dragon Seeking Ruler.

He silently recited the Dragon Seeking Art, and the Dragon head immediately emitted golden light, illuminating an area.

Before long, Wu De let out a soft “hmm,” and then took out a compass.

“What’s wrong?” Qin Han paused.

“Strange, this place is a land of great misfortune, yet it has great auspiciousness intertwined with it. This Daoist Priest has never seen such a divination before,” Wu De pondered.

“Isn’t that just intertwined fortune and misfortune?”

“No, I’ve never encountered such a divination before, not even my ancestors recorded it.”

“What’s there to fear? No matter what evil spirits there are, I’ll break them all with one punch.” Qin Han stepped forward.

After walking for a long time, Qin Han discovered that the Spiritual Qi here was mixed with a trace of Yin Qi, which would affect one’s mind over time.

However, fortunately, he was imbued with Giant Elephant Particles, so he was not afraid of Yin Qi.

The Breath of Hell was originally the supreme Origin of the Underworld, so a small amount of ghost Qi could not even get close to him.

But Wu De suffered greatly; he was trembling from the cold, his teeth chattering incessantly, enduring immense hardship.

“Damn it, why is this ghostly place so cold?”

At this moment, Qin Han noticed a stall.

Many human skin masks were hanging on it, their texture incredibly realistic, and they even exuded a life Aura.

He stepped forward and touched a mask, discovering that it was no different from human skin!

“Young Master, do you like the masks I made?”

Suddenly, a ghost figure appeared behind the stall.

The ghost figure’s features were indistinct, its form ethereal, and its chilling Yin Qi was even stronger, like a block of profound ice standing there.

“Oh my god, I’ve seen a ghost!” Wu De was so scared he wet himself and fell to the ground.

“This is Ghost Nether City, a gathering place for ghosts, what’s so strange about seeing a ghost?” The ghost figure cackled.

“I’ll be damned, the ghost is talking.” Wu De’s hair stood on end, and he nearly had his soul scared out of him.

He felt that ghosts were even scarier than the large mummies in tombs.

“You, a tomb robber, are afraid of ghosts?” Qin Han couldn’t help but give him a disdainful look.

“You guys chat, I won’t get involved,” Wu De mumbled, hiding far away.

“How much are the masks?” Qin Han asked.

“An old mask is ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and a freshly made one is one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones,” the ghost figure said.

“What do you mean by old? And what does freshly made mean?” Qin Han asked again.

“Young Master will know once he sees them.”

With that, Qin Han spread out a few old masks to examine them, finding that they already had signs of decay and no life Aura.

Then he took down a human skin mask hanging on the stall; it still had traces of blood on it.

“The craftsmanship is good, it’s actually so lifelike,” Qin Han nodded in praise.

“Of course, the human skin masks made in this shop are the best in Ghost Nether City, one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones is not expensive at all,” the ghost figure said.

Suddenly, Wu De behind them let out a shriek, pointing at the mask in extreme terror.

“Qin Han, it’s… it’s him!”

Chu Jiangnian, who was beside him, heard this and examined it carefully, his face instantly changing.

“Butian Pavilion’s second Prodigy—Mo Yufeng?!”