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

"Am I opening it wrong?"

{The Butcher} felt a throbbing in his temple.

Isn't he himself the bizarre "butcher"?

What is that thing inside that looks even more like a 'butcher' than it?

That blood-stained axe!

And that image, as if it had just been pulled out of a pool of blood!

Blood was everywhere!

That's terrifying!

The Butcher's face twitched twice, he gripped the Soul Blade tightly, his chest heaved, and a hazy white light flashed deep in his eyes.

It activated the eerie ability to see through souls.

"In the end, they're just human beings. Who are they trying to scare with their supernatural antics..."

After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the door open again.

His eyes, glowing with a hazy white light, looked at Qi Xie.

Qi Xie was still sitting there, looking a little confused, as if he didn't understand why it had suddenly closed the door.

However, in the eyes of {the butcher}.

Qi Xie's figure was a completely indistinct black shadow, like a thick, unyielding mass of ink.

Countless slippery shadow tentacles wriggled outwards from the darkness, baring their fangs.

Those tentacles also had patterns that made people feel dizzy, nauseous, and extremely evil just by looking at them.

The next moment, it seemed that they realized someone was watching them.

A blood-red vertical eye suddenly opened in the darkness and stared at it.

Those vertical eyes were cold, insane, and thirsty, making its temples throb.

Then, more crimson lights emerged from the shadows, a second, a third...

Finally, even at the ends of those shadowy tentacles, blood-red vertical eyes emerged, wriggling and lunging at it, seemingly trying to drag it into that abyss-like shadow.

boom!

{The Butcher} slammed the door shut again, gripped the doorknob and strained outwards, panting heavily.

What the hell is this thing?!

That thing inside definitely can't be a person, right?!

It just upgraded to a restricted-level dungeon, and now the dungeon has randomly given it all sorts of random stuff!

If you're going to pick participants, at least pick the good ones!

The entire live stream audience was completely dumbfounded.

"What's going on? Why is the Butcher acting like he's seen a ghost?"

"You know what, that guy inside really does look kind of creepy."

"A man more butcher-like than a butcher"

"How could a near-dangerous monster be so cowardly just because the other party looks scary? Its current expression is like someone in a horror movie who thinks their house is haunted."

"Mystery: There's trouble at home!!!"

Inside the instance, a bead of cold sweat slid down the Butcher's forehead.

It swallowed hard, pressed its ear to the door, and heard footsteps coming from inside. Its heart clenched instantly.

The footsteps stopped behind the door, and then there was no more sound.

The next second, {Butcher} felt the doorknob in his hand move twice, clearly indicating that the person behind the door wanted to open it.

But because the butcher held the doorknob tightly, he couldn't get in.

The person inside pulled twice more, then seemed to give up, and there was no further response.

The butcher remained terrified until the noise inside stopped, then he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of absurdity.

This has always been part of its process!

Why have the roles been reversed?

Fortunately, it has now left the room. As long as it doesn't go back in, the inhuman being inside shouldn't be so insane as to chase after it.

"Well, let's just say I'm in a good mood today and let them off the hook..."

Just as the butcher was trying to comfort himself...

Boom!

Suddenly!

With a chopping sound and wood chips flying, a blood-red, sharp axe blade suddenly cleaved out from the door!

The butcher's body trembled.

The gleaming axe blade struck just one centimeter from its head.

Click click!

The blood axe wobbled twice, was pulled back, and then chopped down on the gap again.

When the blood axe cleaves, the door shakes, and the butcher shudders.

It chops, shakes, and vibrates.

The butcher trembled like a leaf as he watched the gap widen.

When the gap was large enough, an eye with a red glow suddenly appeared from the inside and pressed against it, staring intently at it.

"Wow~ I wasn't wrong about that fleeting glimpse~ It really does contain quite a bit of strange energy. You alone are worth two-thirds of the indicator, hehehehehe..."

A gentle voice came from the gap, but it sounded strangely sinister to the Butcher.

As soon as he finished speaking, the eye disappeared through the gap again.

The next second, a shadow covered with blood-red vertical eyes suddenly surged out from the gap.

{The Butcher} could even feel each vertical eye staring at him, filled with endless malice.

This sinister scene finally became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It let out a roar and turned to run towards the stairwell.

As soon as it reached the second floor, it heard the sound of a wooden door being completely smashed down below, and it shuddered and ran even faster.

It arrived at the studio at the end of the second-floor corridor and called out:

"Wife! Come with me quickly! There's a monster downstairs..."

However, he was stunned the next moment.

There was nothing in the studio.

Literally, even the floor sank down a layer.

Because it was so clean, only one thought popped into its head for a moment—why didn't his wife tell him about the renovation?

However, before it could think about it, a slight noise coming from the stairwell made it tremble.

when--

when--

when--

That was the sound of metal being dragged down the stairs, one drag after another, like a countdown to death.

{The Butcher} hesitated for a second, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the stairwell, running to the third floor before the people below appeared.

Since Annie's mother isn't in the studio, she must be on the third floor.

Anne happened to be on the third floor too, so he could bring his wife and kids along for a run!

Clang, clang, clang...

The sound of metal being dragged echoed in the stairwell, following behind, neither too close nor too far, like a cat playing with a mouse.

The Butcher finally stepped onto the third floor, but the sight before him instantly made his pupils shrink.

The heavy wooden door had been chopped into pieces, and was blackened as if it had been roasted over a fire, turning into charcoal.

Behind the door was a fire-ravaged ruin composed of bloodstains and black ash, with the outline of the living room still faintly visible.

Tears welled up in my eyes instantly.

That's a place that holds memories for their family.

Once upon a time, it sat on that large sofa, watching with a kind smile as its daughter diligently learned the art of skinning people alive from its wife.

With a finger snack in her mouth, the daughter skinned the participants alive, their screams like beautiful background music, mixed with the laughter of their happy family.

when--

The butcher looked back.

Qi Xie stood behind, dragging his blood axe, his face full of mockery:

"Run! Why don't you keep running?"

"You beast! You monster! What have you done to my wife and daughter?!"

Anger surged up and overwhelmed fear. The Butcher roared and questioned Qi Xie, tears still glistening in his eyes.

"Ah, you mean those two?"

Qi Xie raised the blood axe, gesturing for the other to look at the pieces of flesh on it, a smile playing on his lips:

"I hacked your wife to pieces; her screams could be heard throughout the entire building."

The butcher's face turned pale, and his massive body staggered.

"As for your daughter... hehehe."

Qi Xie stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips:

"I was very gentlemanly with the little guy; he didn't suffer too much... oh right."

"When I was looking for it, it kept calling for its father."

Qi Xie stared intently into the butcher's eyes:

"Even on her deathbed, your daughter kept thinking that you would come to save it."