A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

Lin Xiaoxiao's expression froze. Her pretense was torn off, and the fear in her eyes faded, replaced by a morbid madness.

"Big brother, you must be seeing things!" Lin Xiaoxiao tried to act cute, but the bloodstains on her face made her look extremely strange.

"Antisocial personality disorder? Or a side effect of some kind of killing skill?" Zhou Lang ignored her performance. "You killed Xu Jiao not in self-defense. It was because she was blocking your escape route. Or rather, you enjoyed the thrill of betrayal."

Zhou Lang put away the chainsaw. He didn't kill Lin Xiaoxiao. In supernatural tales based on rules, the living are more valuable than the dead, even if they are insane.

"You'll still be useful. Go ahead and scout the way." Zhou Lang pointed the chainsaw towards the depths of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, a rusty iron door appeared out of nowhere. A huge padlock hung on the door. It was the entrance to the inn's backyard or basement.

Lin Xiaoxiao dropped her disguise, snorted coldly, and walked towards the iron gate with the fruit knife in her hand.

The moment she approached the iron gate, the entire inn shook violently.

The newspapers on the walls began to peel away, revealing the grayish-white cement underneath. Large patches of dark red blood seeped from the cement surface. The inn's structure was changing. The corridors were lengthened, and the original wooden floors were replaced by cold cement.

"Sir, your rent is due."

The innkeeper's voice came from all directions. It was no longer the ingratiating tone from before, but filled with resentment and anger.

Faces appeared on the cement walls on both sides of the corridor. There were the innkeeper's face, the innkeeper's wife's face, and many other strangers' faces. These faces struggled within the walls, trying to break free.

"The wall is sealed with cement." Zhou Lang looked at the faces. "The boss's cause of death. He sold his daughter and drowned his wife. In the end, his wife, who had become a vengeful ghost, was plastered into the load-bearing wall. No wonder he could only move around behind the counter; his true form had long since become one with this building."

The walls began to press inward. The oppressive feeling of the cement was suffocating.

"Run!" Han Yingying shouted.

The four of them ran wildly down the corridor. The iron gate ahead was the only exit.

Lin Xiaoxiao rushed to the front, trying to pry open the padlock with a fruit knife in her hand. But the lock wouldn't budge.

"Get out of the way!" Zhou Lang charged forward, chainsaw in hand.

No unnecessary movements. The chainsaw cut directly at the padlock. Sparks flew as the high-carbon steel latch snapped under the brutal force of the industrial machinery.

Pushing open the iron gate, an extremely strong stench hit us.

That wasn't the stench of a corpse, but the ultimate smell of feces, rotting flesh, and chemical detergents that had accumulated in the sewers over the years.

Behind the iron gate lies a massive underground sewage system. Pipes crisscross, and black sewage flows beneath your feet.

"This is the true heart of the inn." Zhou Lang raised the oil lamp high.

A green light illuminated the center of the sewage pipe. There, hanging, was a huge lump of flesh.

The mass of flesh was pieced together from countless severed limbs. At the very top was a woman's head. Her eyes were closed, and her long hair hung down in the sewage.

"A migrant worker living in a guesthouse. A female college student." Zhou Lang read out the clues he had collected earlier, "She refused to be pursued, was raped and then murdered. Her body was flushed down the sewer."

The lump of flesh slowly opened its eyes. They were pure white eyeballs without pupils.

"You... all deserve to die..." The mass of flesh emitted overlapping echoes. It was the collective resentment of everyone in the inn.

The mastermind behind it all has finally revealed himself.

The air in the sewers was incredibly foul. A huge mass of flesh writhes in mid-air, black slime oozing from every edge of the pieced-together flesh.

Zhou Lang stood in ankle-deep sewage, the green light of the oil lamp casting a long reflection on the water's surface.

"The logic is complete." Zhou Lang looked at the mass of flesh and began to deconstruct the background of the entire instance. "The suitor, rejected in his advances, raped and murdered the female student, then dismembered her body and flushed it down the sewers. To cover up his crime, he set fire to the inn. The fire killed the young couple. The owner was walled up by his wife, who drowned. All the dead, all the resentment, ultimately converged in this sewer, forming this complex and eerie entity that controls the inn."

"Is this the time for reading comprehension?" Lin Xiaoxiao gripped the fruit knife, her body pressed tightly against the iron door behind her. She might be crazy, but she wasn't stupid. The oppressive feeling of this lump of flesh before her far surpassed that of any ghost she had encountered before.

The lump of flesh moved.

Several tentacles, woven from a mixture of intestines and hair, suddenly shot out from the sewage and coiled around the four people.

Han Yingying reacted extremely quickly, striking the tentacle precisely at its joint with her baton. Physical attacks had little effect on this pure aggregate of resentment; the tentacle paused for only half a second before continuing to coil around.

Zhao Qiang scrambled to avoid it, his tentacle slamming into the cement wall and creating a large crater.

Lin Xiaoxiao tried to cut it with a knife, but the moment the blade touched the tentacle, it was corroded by the strong acid-like viscous liquid, leaving it pitted and uneven.

Only Zhou Lang stood still.

Tentacles wrapped around his waist, and the immense force tried to drag him toward the mass of flesh.

"Bandages," Zhou Lang whispered.

Grayish-white bandages surged from his body, not only wrapping around the tentacles around his waist, but also spreading upwards along the tentacles, reaching the main body of the fleshy mass.

The Bandaged Ghost's power was pushed to its limit at this moment. Zhou Lang's face turned pale, a sign of excessive mental energy depletion.

"You think you can trap me like this?" The mass of flesh let out a piercing scream, and the female college student's head twisted wildly as more tentacles emerged from the sewage.

"I didn't mean to trap you." Zhou Lang raised the chainsaw. "I'm just looking for a load-bearing structure."

The chainsaw started. Zhou Lang didn't cut the tentacles, but turned around and used the high-speed rotating saw teeth to cut into the supporting column next to him.

The load-bearing columns of the sewer system are crucial to supporting the entire foundation of the inn.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Xiaoxiao screamed. "If you saw the pillar in half, we'll all be buried alive!"

"The inn's core is the owner, who's been embedded in the wall. The wall is connected to the foundation. This lump of flesh controls the inn, meaning its nervous system has merged with the inn's architectural structure," Zhou Lang explained, his hands never stopping. "By cutting the load-bearing columns and disrupting the building's physical structure, we can sever its nerve transmission."

Sparks mingled with flying debris. The steel bars in the load-bearing columns emitted a sickening groan as they were cut by the chainsaw.

The mass of flesh seemed to sense Zhou Lang's intention, and all its tentacles abandoned the others and surged toward Zhou Lang.

"Stop it!" Zhou Lang ordered.

Without hesitation, Han Yingying rushed forward to shield Zhou Lang from the side. She swung her baton with unstoppable force, managing to withstand the blows from the three tentacles. Her hands were lacerated, and blood flowed down the baton.

Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth, picked up a piece of broken brick from the ground, and smashed it into the fleshy mass's eye: "Fuck you! I'll fight you to the death!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around, assessing the situation. In the end, she didn't choose to help, but instead quietly moved along the wall towards the exit.