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

The camera followed Annie's father, and the live stream chat instantly went wild.

"Holy crap! Something's not right! Why is {The Butcher} starting to kill people?"

"Could it be the wrong room? Or is the new mechanism not based on room selection? Damn it, there's no reliable guide for this new dungeon!"

"It's over... Do you guys think it's wrong that only he has a room... or that everyone has a room that's wrong...?"

"No way..."

Although the atmosphere in the live stream gradually became tense, the strange occurrences in the dungeon did not stop.

The butcher pulled out his cleaver, the tip of which was bright red.

It held the machete horizontally in front of its head, sticking out its tongue to greedily lick the blood off the blade.

Holding this Soul Blade, which grants it the ability to see through souls, it can see through a doorway that the weak human is clutching his bleeding neck, convulsing and struggling on the ground.

"The despair and fear of humanity before death... is truly the most pleasurable sweetness in the world..."

The butcher almost lost control of himself, kicking open the door and dragging the other person back to the third floor, where he hung them on an iron hook, deboned and butchered them, turning them into a beautiful work of art.

"But it's not enough... there are other rats..."

It licked its lips, suppressing the restlessness in its heart.

"So many mice that can't find their nests this time...it's a huge harvest..."

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

Footsteps echoed down the corridor again, but stopped after only a few steps.

This time it was at 106.

The butcher gripped the doorknob, slowly pressed down, and pushed it in.

crunch...

The door slowly opened, and a sliver of light shone from the depths of the room, illuminating the bulging blankets on the bed.

It seems the other person is still fast asleep and hasn't been woken up.

{The Butcher} took a step inside, and the next instant he heard the sound of a dagger slicing through the air.

The person on the bed wasn't Tiger at all, but a decoy he placed there to distract him!

The real Tiger was hiding in a blind spot behind the door, waiting to launch a surprise attack!

Whoosh!

However, the butcher simply raised his cleaver and held it upright at his side, precisely blocking the swung dagger.

when!

The sharp weapons clashed, producing a crisp sound.

Tiger missed his first strike, then quickly withdrew his dagger and attacked again, swinging and stabbing, aiming straight for the throat, eyes, and chest. Each move was ruthless, and his movements were so fast that they left afterimages.

The butcher was tall and, being positioned at the doorway, was bent over as he entered, which restricted his movement. He could only hastily swing his knife to defend himself.

Clang! Clang!

He blocked two blows with the broad blade of the machete, but the last thrust was unstoppable and pierced the butcher's chest.

puff!

{The Butcher} raised his hand to grab the other person, but Tiger quickly withdrew his strength and retreated after stabbing him.

Thick, foul-smelling black blood gushed from the wound.

The butcher looked down and found that the wound on his chest had inexplicably expanded to about three times its original size, and the bleeding was incessant and could not be stopped.

Clearly, this is a special effect of that dagger.

Tiger took two steps back, keeping his distance from Butcher, and gripped his dagger in a fighting stance, looking quite professional.

The live stream chat erupted in cheers:

"Holy crap! He hurt {the butcher}!"

"No wonder he's a renowned eerie traveler! Look at those movements, look at that awareness—that's professional!"

"This is the biggest difference between veteran eerie travelers and newcomers—experience!"

Inside the instance, Tiger stared intently at {Butcher}, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

He couldn't understand where things went wrong, or why the butcher had attacked him.

Could it be that Bai Yiyi tricked him with the jade bracelet?

Looking at the butcher in front of him, Tiger shook his head, shaking off those distracting thoughts.

With a formidable enemy at hand, there's no point in thinking about anything else now; only by staying alive can we seek the truth.

Looking at the wound on {Butcher}'s chest, Tiger took a few deep breaths and felt that he was not so afraid anymore. He even felt a sense of heroic determination to fight a powerful enemy and risk everything.

It seems that Brother Tiger is a somewhat well-known novice practitioner!

Although I have never personally faced anything close to the level of danger due to my principle of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, now that I'm going all in, what is there to fear!

Thinking of this, Tiger gripped the dagger in his hand and shouted:

"I didn't want to fight you to the death! It was only because I'd heard some terrifying rumors about how dangerous it was, and I didn't want to risk a fight to the death just to be safe! But now that you've come looking for trouble, don't blame me! Today, either I get out of here alive, or we die together!"

The live stream room was instantly ignited:

"Damn! Tiger is so cool!!!"

"Go, Tiger! Give him a couple of slaps!! Let him know we novice travelers aren't pushovers to be bullied!!"

"To be honest, while that lolicon guy is indeed strong, he might not be a match for Tiger in a one-on-one fight. After all, Tiger has more experience; that lolicon guy just charges in and gets by."

"Go, Tiger! Show it what's what!"

Whether it was fate or something else, the encouragement from the live stream seemed to have some effect on Tiger, as he spoke with increasing confidence, his eyes hardening, pointing the dagger directly at his opponent, and declaring loudly...

"In the end, you're not exactly dangerous; your reputation is just hearsay. But I, Tiger, am no nobody either! Let's have a serious discussion today and see who's willing to back down..."

Snapped!

The Butcher slapped Tiger away.

Blood and a dozen broken teeth flew through the air. Tiger did a Thomas spin 720 degrees in the air before crashing headfirst onto the bed. His neck twisted twice, his tongue lolled out, his eyes rolled back, and his body convulsed uncontrollably. He was dead beyond dead.

"What are you babbling about..."

The Butcher finished him off, making Tiger look exactly like Louis XVI, before shaking his head and turning away.

In just a short while, the wound on its chest had completely healed.

The live stream fell into complete silence.

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{Butcher} returned to the corridor and continued walking forward. After a few steps, he was almost at the door of another room—103.

A sense of despair gradually spread through the live stream.

"This is that girl's room... Oh no, I don't know what went wrong, now I guess no one can escape."

"This is it, we're doomed. The Butcher killed Tiger like it was nothing, and the rest, except for that lolicon guy, will be easier to kill than chickens!"

"That girl was quite interesting, but it's a pity it's over."

clatter......

{Butcher} arrived at the door of room 103, glanced at the door slightly to the side, but did not stop, and continued to walk forward.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Why didn't the butcher go in?

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

The heavy footsteps continued to echo, but the Butcher finally stopped.

This time it's 107.

"The last little mouse that can't find its nest, hehehe..."

The butcher licked his lips, a bloodthirsty excitement rising in his eyes.

Killing the people in front made quite a commotion; those inside must have heard it and are probably hiding and trembling with fear.

The last time the dungeon opened, the person we killed was hiding under the bed; the time before that, it was on the ceiling. Where will they be this time?

Grasping the doorknob, he pressed down gently, pushing it inward. The butcher, a cold smile playing on his lips, spoke in a low, menacing voice:

"Little mouse~ Are you hidden well~ Daddy's coming to find you..."

The door opened.

A man with a cigarette dangling from his lips sat facing the doorway, leaning on a blood-red axe that was half his height in one hand and resting the other on his knee.

The axe blade gleamed with a chilling light, and bits of flesh, from some unknown part of the body, clung to the axe body.

The man's hair, face, and body were covered in dried blood, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Qi Xie looked up, glanced at it, and spoke in a gentle tone:

"You've finally arrived, I've been waiting for you for so long..."

The butcher slammed the door shut again.