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

Zhou Lang raised the chainsaw.

"Wait," the little girl said, "before you kill me, can you promise me one thing?"

"What?"

"Help me find my diary," the little girl said. "It's somewhere in this room. I want to... take one last look before I die."

Zhou Lang put down the chainsaw and began searching the room.

The room was large and filled with all sorts of odds and ends. He rummaged through it for a while and finally found a tattered diary in a cabinet.

Turn to the first page, it says:

"Today is my first day at the sanatorium. My dad says this place can cure my illness."

Zhou Lang continued flipping through the pages and saw the little girl's life in the sanatorium.

Her name is Lin Xiaoyu, she is seven years old and suffers from congenital heart disease. Her father is a doctor, and in order to cure her, he sent her to this sanatorium.

But the director's treatment method was strange. He injected her with unknown drugs every day and conducted various experiments on her.

Lin Xiaoyu was in great pain, but her father said it was for her own good.

Until that fire.

The diary ends here.

Zhou Lang closed his diary and walked back to the operating table.

"Finished watching?" Lin Xiaoyu asked.

"I've finished watching it."

"Now you know," Lin Xiaoyu said, "I could have lived, but the dean's madness ruined me. Now, even death is a luxury for me."

Zhou Lang placed the diary beside her: "How do you want to die?"

"Use your chainsaw," Lin Xiaoyu said. "Hurry up, don't make me suffer too much."

Zhou Lang raised the chainsaw and aimed it at her neck.

"Thank you." Lin Xiaoyu closed her eyes.

The chainsaw starts, and the saw teeth begin to rotate.

Just then, the door to the room was suddenly kicked open.

The butler rushed in, slamming his cane heavily onto the ground.

"stop!"

Its voice was filled with anger, its body was covered in churning black energy, and the temperature in the entire room plummeted.

"You can't kill her!" the butler roared. "She's my daughter! My only daughter!"

Zhou Lang didn't stop; the chainsaw continued downwards.

"I said stop!"

The butler lunged forward, but was blocked by a green light.

It's an oil lamp.

The oil lamp lit by Zhou Lang formed a barrier, preventing the butler from getting close.

"You're a madman!" Zhou Lang glared at it. "How many innocent people have you killed to resurrect your daughter?"

"They're all patients! They're all damned patients!" the butler roared frantically. "Only my daughter is innocent! Only her!"

"But she wants to die now," Zhou Lang said. "Look at what she's become."

The butler was stunned and looked at Lin Xiaoyu on the operating table.

Is that spliced ​​entity, that monster, really its daughter?

"Dad..." Lin Xiaoyu opened her eyes, looked at the butler, and said, "Let me... go."

The butler's body began to tremble, and the black aura gradually dissipated.

"Little Rain..."

"I'm so tired," Lin Xiaoyu said. "Really...so tired."

The butler remained silent for a long time before finally nodding slowly.

"it is good."

It turned and left the room.

Zhou Lang watched its retreating figure without saying a word.

The chainsaw started up again.

This time, no one stopped them.

The serrated edge cut through the skin, severed the bone, and spurted blood.

Lin Xiaoyu didn't scream; she just quietly closed her eyes, a relieved smile on her lips.

"Thanks…"

The sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

Zhou Lang put down the chainsaw and looked at the corpse on the operating table.

The room began to shake, cracks appeared in the walls, and the ceiling began to collapse.

"It's time to go."

He turned and ran away, a huge roaring sound coming from behind him.

Rushing out of the room, Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying were still waiting outside.

"Run!" Zhou Lang shouted.

The three rushed up the stairs, and the entire basement was collapsing.

They rushed out of the iron gate and into the lobby on the first floor, only to find that all the ghosts had vanished.

The corridor was empty, with only dim lighting.

"Is it over?" Zhao Qiang asked, panting.

"It should be," Zhou Lang said.

Just then, a notification sounded in my mind:

"Congratulations on completing the hidden quest: End the curse of the sanatorium."

"Rewards: 1000 points of Eerie Strategy, and one Ghostly Weapon, 'The Dean's Scalpel'."

"The game will end in ten minutes. Please get ready."

Zhou Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

We're finally going out.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

A flash of white light, and Zhou Lang found himself back in the real world.

It was still that dilapidated rented room, with cracks in the walls and an instant noodle box on the table—everything was the same.

But he knew he had changed.

The bandage on his right hand was still there, proving that the fusion was real. Several more ghostly artifacts appeared in his inventory, and his Weird Points had increased to 1250.

Zhou Lang opened the system panel to view the newly acquired scalpel.

"The Dean's Scalpel: Can precisely cut any substance, including the body of a ghost. It consumes Weird Points when used."

Good stuff.

Just as he was about to continue checking, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Zhao Qiang calling.

"Zhou Lang! Have you come out yet?"

"They're out."

"That's great!" Zhao Qiang's voice was full of excitement. "I thought we were going to die in there. Oh, by the way, Han Yingying came out too. She asked me to ask you if you're free to have dinner together tomorrow?"

Zhou Lang thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

"It's settled then. See you at the usual place tomorrow at noon."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Lang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

The image of Lin Xiaoyu's last smile flashed through my mind.

The little girl is finally free, but how many people are still trapped in the game? Where is her sister now? Is she still alive?

Zhou Lang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

He must become stronger, strong enough to dominate the game, strong enough to find his sister.

The next day at noon, Zhou Lang arrived at the agreed restaurant.

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying were already waiting. When they saw him, they immediately stood up.

"Zhou Lang!" Zhao Qiang walked over and patted him hard on the shoulder. "Brother, we owe you a lot this time."

"You're welcome." Zhou Lang sat down. "Have you ordered?"

"I checked," Zhao Qiang said. "By the way, I checked after I got back yesterday and found that the completion rate for our dungeon is only 15%."

"So low?"

"That's right," Zhao Qiang said. "And most people barely survived. There are only three groups in the entire server like us who completed the hidden quest."

Han Yingying interjected, "I checked the forum, and a lot of people are discussing how to get into the haunted manor. Some people say the basement is a dead end, and you'll definitely die if you go in."

Zhou Lang laughed: "That's because they don't know the truth."

"Oh, right," Zhao Qiang suddenly remembered something, "How's that bandaged ghost of yours? Is it still on you?"

Zhou Lang raised his right hand, and the bandage twitched slightly.

"exist."

"Wow, it really fused?" Zhao Qiang's eyes widened. "That's so cool!"

"Not bad," Zhou Lang said. "How about you? How did you deal with that missing-limb ghost?"

"I did as you said, and chopped it down with a chainsaw," Zhao Qiang said. "Then I was qualified to replace it, and now that room is under my control."