Chapter 1 The Underworld Beckons

Mule had told Li Ang all this to prove that the matter was simply a commission that had been passed on, possibly involving a task, and not a setup targeting players in collaboration with the Special Affairs Bureau or a commercial group.

As Mule finished providing all the information, a task notification sounded in Li Ang's ear.

Task trigger conditions met.

Task Type: Regular Task

Task Name: Six Feet Under

Task Objective: Resolve the paranormal events within Dusheng Village

Task Time Limit: 72 hours

Task Reward 1: 300 experience points

Task Reward 2: 600 game coins

Task Reward 3: Random quality random item * 1

Task Failure Penalty: None

Accept/Decline

In terms of task rewards, this regular task wasn't too difficult, and even if he foresaw risks and ran away early, he wouldn't suffer any failure penalties.

Li Ang didn't reply to Mule immediately but carefully reviewed the information and looked it up online for a while before deciding to accept the task and open the friend chat box.

Li Risheng: I accept the commission.

Mule: Okay, the client has already given me all 500,000, which is 450,000 after deducting the intermediary fee. How do you plan to receive the money after it's done?

Mule didn't ask Li Ang if he had received the task or when he would go to Dusheng Village – that would break the tacit understanding between players.

Li Ang replied: Convert the 450,000 into game coins and give them to me. I'll tell you after it's done.

Friend communication interrupted.

"Dusheng Village..."

Li Ang muttered the name, returned to the bedroom, and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

This remote village was quite far from Yin City. If he took public transportation, he would have to take a train out of Yin City first, then transfer to several buses to reach it.

There would inevitably be a risk of exposure along the way. Li Ang found makeup道具 (dàojù, props) and clothes from the bedroom and put them into his backpack.

After calling out to Chai Cuqiao and putting the black umbrella into the backpack, Li Ang left the house after confirming that the water and electricity were turned off.

He walked to a public toilet outside the residential area and used makeup道具 (dàojù, props) in the cubicle to adjust the contours of his face.

He put on a wig, sunglasses, a tight-fitting white suit jacket, a black t-shirt, tight-fitting capri pants, and a pair of slip-on shoes.

Finally, he stuck high-end soft, ultra-thin, colorless zhiwentào (指纹套, fingerprint covers) bought from Taobao on his fingers.

After a flurry of activity, a hooligan-like social youth was freshly baked.

"Iron brother, the knife isn't sharp and the horse is too thin, I don't want to fight with you. If you fight with me, you definitely won't have good juice to drink."

Li Ang simulated it in front of the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

Let's call this disposable disguise "Brother Han." His characteristics are that he is good at pretending, talking dirty, and pulling pranks.

Li Ang walked out of the public toilet, pried open a privately locked shared bicycle in a blind spot of the surveillance camera, and rode the bicycle around seven times.

In a parking lot on the other end of the city, he pried open an old van with a "For Rent" sign.

He drove the van all the way, and after an hour's drive, he parked the car outside a bus station in a certain county town, slept for a few hours, and took a rural bus at dawn.

In addition to the middle-aged woman conductor, there were only a few people on the bus: three college students sitting in the back row, and a young woman with sunglasses and a white dress who looked very elegant.

As a hooligan-like social youth, Li Ang sat behind the elegant young woman, spread his legs, put his arms on the seats, and chewed gum in his mouth.

The three college students glanced at him with disgust. Li Ang, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, turned his head, pulled the sunglasses down from the bridge of his nose, and raised an eyebrow, "What are you looking at? Iron brother."

Social youths are the most annoying. The three

college students pursed their lips, didn't speak, and lowered their heads to continue playing the game console.

Li Ang turned his head back and continued chewing gum.

Some passengers came on the bus one after another.

Half an hour later, the fat, balding driver finally got on the bus.

He first took a sip of brown herbal tea unhurriedly, then turned on the electric fan to blow some cool air, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then slowly started the vehicle.

The brownish-yellow iron-clad car drove out of the county town, passed through towns, and passengers got on and off.

It was noon, and the high-hanging sun was covered by gloomy dark clouds. Dull thunder rumbled in the sky, and the air became heavy and humid.

The vehicle was driving on a winding mountain road. As a flash of lightning flashed, a torrential rain fell from the sky, hitting the roof with a crackling sound.

Li Ang, who occupied two seats by himself, opened his eyes and stretched out his hand, cursing, and closed the car window with a "bang."

Perhaps the movement of closing the car window was a little loud, the elegant white-skirted young woman sitting in front of Li Ang frowned, put down the book in her hand, put it in her backpack, and chatted with the female salesperson next to her.

Li Ang unintentionally qièting (窃听, eavesdropped), but still learned from the fragments that the young woman's surname was Wei, and she was a female painter who came to the countryside to gather scenery.

She was asking the conductor Song Zhen {who was also the driver Tian Yourong's wife} if there were any scenic spots nearby.

Such a heavy rain was enough to wet a group of passengers who didn't bring umbrellas, but it was not enough to affect the driving of the iron-clad vehicle.

The fat driver Tian Yourong reached out and turned on the windshield wipers. The "squeak squeak" sound of the windshield wipers, mixed with the children's crying and the adults' coughing, beat the rhythm for the advancing vehicle.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The vehicle had just passed a corner of the winding mountain road when the young woman surnamed Wei suddenly stopped chatting with the salesperson, closed her eyes,

leaned forward, and fell down.

The salesperson Song Zhen exclaimed, and the driver Tian Yourong glanced at the rearview mirror, stepped on the brakes, and slowly stopped the car.

The passengers stretched their necks and looked around. The salesperson hurriedly helped up the young woman,

who was pale and trembling. She took out a chocolate from her small bag, tore open the package, and ate it.

After a while, her complexion improved, and she slowly sat up, and nodded apologetically to the salesperson, the driver, and many passengers,

"I'm sorry, I have hypoglycemia. I feel a little better now."

This episode only caused the vehicle to stop for a while. Tian Yourong sat back in the driver's seat and was about to start the car when he heard a "rumble."

The mountain on the side of the winding mountain road in front actually collapsed completely.

Under the pouring rain, tens of thousands of tons of rubble, wrapped in green trees, slid down onto the road, blocking the front completely.

"Hoo hoo hoo."

The driver Tian Yourong was so frightened that his face turned pale. He turned his head and exchanged glances with his wife, his eyes full of rejoicing.

If, if it hadn't been for the young woman's sudden hypoglycemia just now, causing the vehicle to stop for a moment, the entire iron-clad car would have been washed off the winding mountain road by the mudslide.

At this time, the passengers in the car also reacted, breathing rapidly with lingering fears, looking at the pale-faced young woman surnamed Wei with somewhat strange eyes.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, there was another loud "rumble," and the mountain behind the vehicle actually began to slide, and the mighty mudslide blocked the road behind it tightly.

Crack crack,

The mountain next to the vehicle made strange noises.

Tian Yourong was so frightened that his soul flew out of his body. He hurriedly unfastened his seat belt and shouted loudly at the people in the car: "Everyone get out of the car!"

The passengers who had come back to their senses cried out and yelled. Regardless of courtesy and humility, they squeezed out of the vehicle one after another,

braving the heavy rain, and ran forward with Tian Yourong, past the stabilized pile of mud.

Before they could run a few steps, the mountain next to the vehicle

completely collapsed, and rubble and trees hit the top of the iron-clad car, pushing the vehicle to the edge of the winding mountain road.

The metal guardrail of the winding mountain road did not last even five seconds under the erosion of the mudslide, and fell off the cliff together with the vehicle, and it took a long time for the banging sound to come.

The people who barely escaped, stepped on the still stable road, braving the torrential rain, and looked at each other.

The driver Tian Yourong wiped the rain off his face and shouted loudly: "There's no car anymore! It's not safe here, let's go to the village ahead to hide for a while!"

As for what the village ahead was called... Li Ang, who had long memorized the nearby map in his mind, glanced faintly at the young woman in the white dress.

Ahead, is Dusheng Village.