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.