Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

Without thinking much, Hongye walked back to the bedside, sat down, placed the short sword across her knees, and closed her eyes to rest.

The clock on the wall ticked away. Time was fast approaching midnight.

The corridor outside was eerily quiet; even the sound of breathing was amplified, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

The moment the second hand of the clock struck twelve, a dull thud broke the silence.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The sound came from the end of the corridor, like someone pushing a heavy handcart, the rusty wheels grinding against the wooden floor with an annoying creak.

Hongye suddenly opened her eyes and gripped the knife handle tightly, her nerves taut to the limit.

The sound of the trolley stopped outside the door of room number thirteen.

Immediately afterwards, a pool of black blood seeped in from under the door, with several wriggling maggots mixed in with it.

A child's voice, innocent yet filled with endless resentment, rang out from outside the door, accompanied by the harsh sound of fingernails scratching at the wooden door.

"Sister, I'm so hungry, can you open the door and let me eat your eyes?"

Hongye gripped the hilt of the short knife tightly, her palms sweating profusely.

The black blood accumulated more and more under the door, and the stench of decay assaulted the nostrils.

The scratching sounds outside the wooden door grew increasingly shrill, accompanied by the child's incessant demands, making the air in room number thirteen feel stifling.

Hongye bit her lip until it bled, her brain racing.

This has definitely triggered some kind of hidden, eerie rule; if they make a wrong move, both of them will be obliterated by the power of that rule.

Jiang Luo sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her two short legs clad in white stockings.

She bit down hard on the strawberry lollipop in her mouth, and the strawberry flavor spread across her tongue.

That low-level brat outside the door isn't even A-rank strong, yet he dares to come to her territory to collect tolls—he's just asking for death.

Jiang Luo jumped off the bed barefoot onto the scarlet carpet.

She ran to the wooden door in a few quick steps and grabbed the brass doorknob with her fair little hand.

Before Hongye could even utter a word of protest, a crisp click was heard, and the heavy oak door was pushed open a wide crack.

A chilly wind from the corridor seeped into the guest room.

A little boy wearing tattered overalls was standing outside the door.

Half of his face was completely ulcerated, his eye sockets were empty, and he was pushing a rusty tin cart.

The carriage was filled with bloody eyeballs, which were still moving nervously.

The little boy grinned, revealing his teeth covered in bits of meat.

The killing rules have been triggered; anyone inside the door who sees the cart will have their eyes gouged out and used as nourishment.

He excitedly raised his hairy black claws, ready to enjoy this bloody feast.

Jiang Luo tilted her head back, her pink lips slightly parted.

Deep within her ruby-like eyes churned a bizarre and violent rage befitting an S-class individual.

The little boy had just raised his blood-stained fingers when his movement abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He sensed a terrifying aura emanating from the white-haired little girl who was less than 1.4 meters tall. It was an aura powerful enough to crush his soul.

That aura possessed a power that could devour everything, even more terrifying than Count Dracula.

The little boy's crotch was soaked, and yellow liquid dripped down his trousers onto the wooden floor.

He didn't even bother with the baby stroller filled with eyeballs; he turned around and frantically crawled around the corridor, disappearing around the corner of the stairs in the blink of an eye.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have gained 1500 points of terror from the knocking ghost child!]

Jiang Luo pouted.

Is that so little?

Well, at least there is something.

Hongye rushed forward and pulled Jiang Luo behind her.

She held up the dagger and looked warily down the corridor.

The empty corridor was completely empty except for a puddle of yellow water on the floor and a dilapidated cart that reeked of foul odor.

A storm raged in Hongye's mind.

She had clearly sensed a terrifying and eerie aura, but as soon as the door opened, the creature escaped, leaving its tools behind.

Hongye turned around and placed her hands on Jiang Luo's thin shoulders.

"Luo Luo, you were too reckless. What if something had happened? I wouldn't have had time to save you." Hongye's tone was stern, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Jiang Luo lowered her head in grievance, twisting the lace trim on her dress with her small hands.

"Lolo just heard the older brother say he was hungry and wanted to share the candy in her pocket with him. Sister Hongye, please don't be mean to Lolo, okay?"

Looking at Jiang Luo's pitiful appearance, Hongye's reproach vanished.

She sighed, then carried Jiang Luo back to bed and wrapped him tightly in the blanket.

"Your sister wasn't being mean to you, it's just that it's too dangerous here." Hongye carefully analyzed the situation, becoming more and more alarmed as she thought about it.

It turns out that opening the door is the only way out. Dracula deliberately set a trap in the rules, using the player's fear of staying inside to trigger the death condition. This old bat is truly insidious to the extreme.

If Lolo hadn't accidentally opened the door tonight, they might have been trapped by the rules.

Jiang Luo ignored Hongye.

From the moment she entered the castle, she sensed that Dracula's spies were watching her, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

As Dracula's ally, Jiang Luo should have received preferential treatment from Dracula.

They blended into the crowd.

One bizarre thing after another happened.

Has Dracula lost his mind?

If Hongye were to be mysteriously killed in her room, other players would definitely wonder why they were still alive.

Wouldn't my identity be exposed then?

What is she still pretending for?

This, combined with the earlier incidents of the Red Moon Castle being attacked by the Vermilion Bird and the mismatch of information, suggests that...

That cunning Dracula is definitely deliberately trying to cause her trouble.

"Is this how you play it..." A barely perceptible killing intent flashed in Jiang Luo's eyes.

Dracula is, after all, an SS-level Mysterious Lord. It's not a wise decision for her, a peak S-level Mysterious Lord, to confront Dracula rashly.

She intends to use these humans.

Keep some backup plans!

……

The vintage wall clock struck eight.

The headless butler stood outside the door of room number thirteen, raising his pale, skeletal hand to knock on the wooden door.

"Distinguished guests, it's time for the morning meeting. Please proceed to the lobby on the first floor for your meal."

Hongye opened the door and led Jiang Luo out.

Jiang Luo yawned, peeled a new strawberry lollipop with her other hand, and put it in her mouth.

(￣ー￣) Dracula, what's he doing so early in the morning?

The group followed the spiral staircase to the lobby on the first floor.

The layout of the hall has changed.

In the originally empty center stood a dark red table that was more than ten meters long. The tabletop was covered with writhing blood vessels, and the plates contained raw meat chunks that were still dripping blood. The goblets were filled with a foul-smelling reddish-brown liquid.

The main seat was empty; Dracula did not appear.

Seated at the head of the left side of the long table was a man wearing scarlet armor.

He was surrounded by a dense aura of blood, and his eerie S-rank pressure was released without reservation, making it difficult for the players present to breathe.

Behind the armored man stood six blood knights, each wielding a heavy sword, their terrifying aura of peak A-rank standing in a row.

Xuanwu gripped the monstrous shield hanging at his waist, his gaze sweeping over the empty main seat, and he lowered his voice: "That old sly Dracula didn't even show himself, sending a Crimson Lord to probe our defenses instead."

"Forty high-level players, of course he'll try to wear us down first." Qinglong put his hands in his trench coat pockets, several wind blades between his fingertips. "Everyone be careful, don't touch anything on the table."

Jiang Luo was lifted onto a chair by Hongye, dangling her short legs clad in white stockings, her eyes fixed on the raw meat on the plate, and she pouted.

o(▼皮▼メ;)o

There wasn't even a strawberry cake!

Bad review!

"Welcome to Dracula's Castle, everyone. The Count is resting, and I will be the one to preside over today's morning meeting." The Crimson Lord picked up his wine glass, swirling the blood inside, his voice hoarse and grating.

He put down his wine glass and clapped his hands.

The hidden door on the side of the hall was pushed open.

A woman wearing a tattered red dress came out.

Her body was in an extremely unnatural contortion, with rusty iron nails driven into her joints, making a clicking sound when she walked, like a bundle of dry firewood being forcibly broken apart and then put back together.

This is an A-grade eerie dancer.

An old-fashioned gramophone in the corner started spinning, playing a piece of out-of-tune, jarring music.

"Eating breakfast alone is too boring, let's play a little game." The Crimson Lord leaned back in his chair, a smile spreading across his face. "Everyone, please enjoy a song and dance performance. When the music stops, the dancers will choose a lucky guest to come up on stage and dance with them."