Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

Chapter 13 Be good, let Daddy in.

Inside the instance, Tiger also noticed that someone seemed to be missing.

A thought struck him, and seeing the crowd frown slightly, he said in a cold voice:

"Is anyone still here? Time is of the essence in this eerie dungeon, especially since there's a clear time limit! Are people still wasting everyone's time?"

Upon hearing this, the other three people's expressions changed slightly. They looked at each other but remained silent.

Tiger was secretly delighted to see this.

His goal was not actually to investigate the situation of the dungeon, but to take the initiative in this dungeon challenge.

Now that he has the aura of power over everyone, he can find a plausible reason to target anyone, making everyone afraid and not daring to disobey him, and his goal will be achieved.

To put it bluntly, they just randomly picked an unlucky person and made an example of them.

As the team leader, he can then leverage this power to manage and direct others, allowing them to take on the risks.

Of course, you can also legitimately "borrow" other people's sealed items, or other items obtained in the dungeon, if available.

As for whether or not to pay it back... hehe...

boom!

Just then, the door to room 107 was suddenly pulled open from the inside and slammed against the wall.

A young man frowned, his face dark and grim.

As the young man walked out, he kept spitting something out.

Tiger Brother was secretly delighted when he saw the door open.

Here comes the chicken.

He immediately put on a serious and somewhat fierce expression, walked towards the young man, and was about to reprimand him.

"Hey, you little brat, do you know how much time you've wasted for everyone...?"

Whoa!

A heavy sound of something being dragged along the ground rang out.

The young man walked out of the room with a sullen face, dragging a blood-stained axe about half a person's length in his right hand. The axe was still stained with some blackened blood, as if it had been used to chop something.

Tiger immediately shut his mouth, swallowing the rest of his words.

"What's up?"

Qi Xie spat out the wall plaster from his mouth, noticed Tiger blocking his way, and glanced at him sideways.

His eyes were cold, arrogant, and held an inexplicable madness.

Tiger felt like he was facing a ferocious tiger that would devour its prey, and he was standing between it and its prey.

"No...it's nothing..."

Tiger swallowed hard and silently retreated to the corner.

He had no doubt that if he said another word, the blood axe would fall on his head.

Qi Xie glanced at Tiger Brother strangely, ignored him, and dragged the Blood Axe toward the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Along the way, he didn't even glance at anyone else, as if his companions in this dungeon adventure were completely unimportant.

He doesn't care.

The heavy sense of oppression pressed down on the chests of everyone present like a boulder, making them afraid to speak.

Only after Qi Xie disappeared down the stairs, dragging his blood axe, did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a question arose in their minds:

What was he doing upstairs?

Inside the eerie live stream room, discussions were in full swing.

The fifth participant has appeared; now everyone is present.

"Who is this guy? He's even more intimidating than 'Tiger Brother.' I almost peed myself in fear of him."

"Hiss... why does that blood axe look so familiar?"

"This guy is quite handsome, but why does he have such intimidating eyes?"

"What's the point of scaring people? This is a creepy dungeon. Someone as arrogant and uncontrollable as him is the easiest to kill! He might even drag his entire team down with him!"

"Wait a minute... is he trying to go upstairs?"

"The situation is unclear, he hasn't even started introducing himself, what's he doing upstairs???"

"Wait... isn't Annie's mother's studio upstairs?"

……

The second floor of the hotel.

As soon as Qi Xie arrived, the first thing that caught his eye was a corridor exactly the same as the one on the first floor.

The corridor is arranged the same as the first floor, with guest rooms facing each other on both sides, but the door numbers start with 2, from 201 to 210, with odd numbers on the left and even numbers on the right.

The room at the end of the corridor wasn't labeled "Storage Room," but rather "Studio."

With a clear goal in mind, Qi Xie strode confidently toward the end.

Stopped in front of the studio.

A strange energy fluctuation emanated from the studio; Qi Xie could roughly sense that this energy was stronger than that of the handkerchief doll.

Just a few.

With Qi Xie's physical body, he could even hear a faint "rustling" sound coming from inside the room, like the sound of turning pages.

I gripped the doorknob, turned it, and heard a click.

The door was locked.

The rustling sound inside suddenly stopped, as if the noise at the door had been noticed.

There was a moment of silence inside.

"who……?"

A sinister voice came from inside the door. It was a woman's voice, but it was incredibly hoarse, like the sound of a broken organ being pressed.

"Your father."

Qi Xie twisted his neck and raised the Blood Axe with one hand.

……

inside the room.

A middle-aged woman wearing a worn-out dress is sitting behind an old-fashioned desk.

The woman was holding a human skin ledger and was looking through it.

She was completely stunned the moment the door lock clicked.

How long has the dungeon been open?

It must have taken less than two minutes, right?

Based on past experience, at most, the travelers would just wander around the first floor a couple of times looking for clues during this time.

Who the hell is coming upstairs at this hour?!

I made a special trip to see her!

Are all the participants this year so brain-dead? They can't even read the rules!?

She was stunned for a full three seconds before she came to her senses and asked, "Who?"

"Your father."

However, the response from outside the door made her eyes widen almost instantly.

Behind those reading glasses, his round eyes, which had been like those of a dead fish, revealed disbelief and a growing anger.

But she couldn't bring herself to pounce and kill him.

Unless the traveler enters the studio voluntarily, or is called out by Anne's cries, she cannot voluntarily go out to kill someone due to the rules.

For a fleeting moment, she suspected that the bastard outside had figured out the routine and wasn't even bothering to look for clues, deliberately wasting time coming up just to provoke her.

"This studio is private property and is not open to the public. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

She responded in a low, hoarse voice, her voice tinged with suppressed anger.

I kept telling myself:

Ignore that bastard, I'll have my husband kill him tonight...

"How rude! How can you consider your father an outsider?"

Damn it!!!

Annie's mother stood up instantly, almost bursting with anger.

However, before she could get angry...

next moment.

Boom!

The sharp, chilling blood axe slammed into the door from the other end, precisely shattering the lock.

Annie's mother was so shocked that she forgot to be angry for a moment, and stared blankly at the broken lock.