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

"My original room was 103."

Bai Yiyi said:

"So it seems the room was changed along with the house number. Just stick to your original room as long as you follow the house number."

"Oh, thank goodness for you, little sister! Otherwise, we roughnecks would just be stuck here staring blankly."

Tiger nodded, a kind smile on his face, and extended his hand to Bai Yiyi:

"Thanks! Consider this a favor I owe you. Once we survive this dungeon, let's exchange contact information. If you need anything, just let me know."

Bai Yiyi looked at his hand without saying a word, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Favor?

It's likely that they saw the sealed artifact in their hands and felt that she or her family had resources and were worth befriending, so they wanted to get in touch with her.

Seeing that Bai Yiyi did not respond, Tiger Brother was also met with a cold shoulder. A hint of dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes. He gave an awkward dry laugh and withdrew his hand.

Seeing Tiger's expression, the office worker quickly stepped in to smooth things over:

"Haha, everyone, it's getting late. Shall we go inside first?"

With the male office worker offering a way out, Tiger's expression softened, and he nodded.

"That's true. Let's leave it at that for now. Everyone go back to your rooms and avoid Annie's father for a while."

"Bro, the room number has changed along with the door number. Just follow the door number back."

"Okay, thanks for reminding me."

Qi Xie smiled and nodded, opened 107, returned to the room and closed the door.

Seeing this, the male office worker also returned to 101.

All five people returned to their rooms, and the corridor became completely quiet.

However, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly emerged from under the door of room 107, moved along the corner of the wall to the door of room 104, and slipped under the door.

The shadow lingered for a second before shrinking back, leaving only an ordinary jade bracelet on the ground at 104.

"Next, we just wait for the results, and..."

inside the room.

Qi Xie dragged over a chair, placed it facing the door, sat down with an air of authority, raised his hand and clenched it, revealing a blood-stained axe in his hand. He then thrust it in front of him, pulled a hard whetstone from the shadows, and began to sharpen the axe blade.

"Waiting for the harvest..."

......

......

It was already night.

The hotel had no windows, only old, dusty wall lamps emitting a dim, yellowish light that made one dizzy.

Sizzle sizzle...

An unstable electrical hum sounded, and the dim light flickered and then suddenly went out.

The corridor was plunged into a deathly, inky darkness.

crunch...

Next to the reception desk, the wooden door that could not be opened during the day slowly turned, making an old, teeth-grinding sound.

Tap... Tap... Tap...

A figure, bent over, slowly stepped into the hotel. The sound of his footsteps was as heavy as a dead man's and sounded particularly eerie in the darkness.

The figure looked like a middle-aged man, with one side of his face split open, revealing bare white bones, while the other half of his face, which was intact, was made up of several different faces stitched together.

It was a full three meters tall, with bulging muscles, wearing a short vest and trousers, and a black apron like the ones worn by pigs slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

In addition, in its right hand it held a cleaver with a serrated edge and a rusty blade. The cleaver looked old and rotten, yet it exuded a chilling aura.

Even though it was late at night, the eerie live stream room was still very lively, after all, Qi Xie's performance during the day had attracted too many viewers.

"Annie's father, nicknamed 'The Butcher,' killed more than thirty people involved."

"That should be the level four sealed artifact [Soul Blade] it wielded before. Holding it allows one to see the opponent's soul form and cut through the soul."

"It used this before to wipe out an entire elite squad, cutting their souls and fixing them onto their corpses to make specimens to enjoy the despair of humanity."

"Do you think that lolicon guy can beat this thing?"

"It's unlikely. The thing's inherently strange strength, combined with the [Soul Blade] it wields, brings it close to the dangerous level. Unless my lolicon friend has other trump cards, even fighting to the death against this thing is going to be difficult."

"Thank goodness, everyone's staying in their rooms. My friend, who's into lolicon, has also cleared out all the other strange things in the hotel. They can go out to search safely during the day; they don't need to go out at night."

During a heated discussion in the live stream.

The Butcher, who was walking towards the stairwell, suddenly stopped in the corridor and turned his head slightly.

The room it was looking at was the one labeled 105.

"It looks like some little mice can't find their way home."

A hoarse voice escaped from that stitched-up mouth, carrying suppressed excitement and bloodlust.

Just a door away, the energetic young man sat in the doorway, his hands and lips trembling unconsciously.

He stayed in the darkness, sitting by the door, and didn't go to bed.

Although half a day of searching and being on edge had left him feeling incredibly exhausted, it was impossible for him to relax and get a proper rest in this environment.

After all, he was just an ordinary hoodlum. He only managed to clear the dungeon last time by pushing his companions out to fend off the monsters.

There wasn't a single light source in the room—he didn't even dare turn on the lights, fearing that the eeriness of the night would discover his presence.

At that moment, his lips were deathly pale, his heart was pounding, and his ears were ringing.

"Why...why did the footsteps disappear at my door..."

He suppressed his unease, wondering if he was hallucinating because he was too nervous.

With his hand braced against the door, he shakily turned his head and pressed his ear close to the door, trying to hear what was happening outside.

Click—!

With a crisp sound, his body stiffened abruptly, and his eyes slowly moved downwards.

A rusty machete pierced through the door and into his throat.