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

The load-bearing column was cut in half. The inn's floor began to tilt violently.

The mass of flesh let out a painful howl. As the building structure crumbled, parts of its skin and flesh began to peel away, revealing the black bones beneath.

"Not enough." Zhou Lang threw away the chainsaw whose blade had already chipped.

He took a pair of scissors from his inventory. These were the scissors used to cut iron locks in the manor's basement, and they were tainted with extremely heavy yin energy.

Following the bandages he had released, Zhou Lang, like an agile spider, sprinted along his tentacles and rushed straight to the mass of flesh.

The female college student's head opened its blood-red maw, attempting to devour Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang raised the oil lamp and poured the Netherworld Oil inside directly into the meatball's mouth.

Green flames suddenly erupted and burned fiercely inside the mass of flesh.

Taking advantage of the moment when the flesh was being scorched by the flames, Zhou Lang gripped the scissors with both hands and plunged them fiercely into the beating black heart at the very center of the flesh.

"The first law of physics is that forces act in unison." Zhou Lang twisted the scissors forcefully. "You inflicted pain on others; now, it's your turn."

[System Notification: Successfully inflicted fatal fear on the 'Aggregated Resentment Entity,' gaining 1 High-Tier Resentment Crystal and +1000 Fear Value.]

Under the combined destruction of the green flames and the scissors, the mass of flesh began to shrink rapidly. The tentacles turned into puddles of black water and fell into the sewers.

The shaking of the inn stopped. The sloping ground returned to normal.

Zhou Lang jumped down from mid-air and landed steadily on the ground. He pulled out the scissors and shook off the black slime on them.

"Is it over?" Zhao Qiang gasped for breath, plopped down in the sewage, not caring about the filth at all.

"The core of the instance has been destroyed." Zhou Lang put away the high-level crystal. "Next, we just need to find the exit to leave."

Han Yingying leaned against the wall, her bleeding hand bandaged with a strip of cloth. She looked at Zhou Lang, her eyes filled with complex emotions. This man always managed to resolve the most terrifying crises in the most unconventional ways.

"Where's that crazy woman?" Zhao Qiang looked around and found that Lin Xiaoxiao was gone.

"She ran away." Zhou Lang didn't care. "In rule-based supernatural tales, traitors usually don't live long. She was wandering around an inn that hadn't been completely cleared out, so the probability of her encountering a lone, eerie creature was one hundred percent."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a short, sharp scream came from above the sewer. It was Lin Xiaoxiao's voice.

"You see, probability never lies." Zhou Lang picked up the oil lamp and illuminated the iron ladder leading to the ground.

The three climbed up the iron ladder. Pushing open the manhole cover above their heads, they saw that the sky outside was already turning a pale white.

They returned to the lobby of the inn.

The lobby was deserted. The shopkeeper behind the counter was gone, and the human skin lantern on the ceiling had turned to ashes. In a corner lay Lin Xiaoxiao's body. Her heart had been ripped out, and her face bore an expression of extreme terror.

"Let's go." Zhou Lang pushed open the door of the inn.

Outside the door wasn't a street, but a thick fog. Through the fog, a dilapidated bus could be vaguely seen parked on the side of the road. Its license plate number was 444.

"Next stop." Zhou Lang stepped into the thick fog.

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying followed closely behind. They had no choice. In this endless horror game, the only rule for survival was to keep moving forward until death, or to complete the game. **Chapter 1: The Handover and New Beginning at the Bottom of the Abyss**

At the end of the stairs was a large double door covered in rust. Zhou Lang carried an oil lamp, its pale green light barely illuminating the dark red bloodstains on the door knocker. Zhao Qiang followed behind, his chattering voice echoing in the enclosed space, while Han Yingying stood against the wall, gripping a sharpened wooden stick in her hand.

"This is it." Zhou Lang stepped forward, didn't look for the key, and directly turned on the chainsaw in his hand.

The mechanical roar of the spinning chains drowned out Zhao Qiang's chattering teeth. Zhou Lang raised his hand, the serrated edge cutting into the gap in the iron door, sparks flying. A shrill meow came from behind the door, followed by a dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground. He kicked open the dilapidated door and strode inside.

In the center of the basement stood a mahogany altar, and the butler stood before it, holding a yellowed parchment. Its empty eye sockets stared intently at the three intruders, and just as it was about to open its mouth, Zhou Lang had already pressed a chainsaw against its nose.

"Let's make a deal," Zhou Lang said, the bandages wrapped around his arm writhing like a living thing, climbing up the chainsaw handle and tightly binding the butler's neck. "Hand over the estate's deeds, or I'll saw you into eight pieces. Choose one."

The butler made a gurgling sound that seemed to leak air from its throat. It was a product of the rules of this terrifying manor and should have been fearless, but under the pressure of Zhou Lang's arm, which was infused with the bandage ghost, its withered fingers began to tremble.

[Ding! Player 'Langligelang' has been detected causing extreme fright to a key NPC.]

[Fright level reached. Reward: Deed of the Horror Manor (incomplete). Attribute points gained: Constitution +3.]

Zhou Lang snatched the parchment and casually stuffed it into Zhao Qiang's arms. "Here you go. This place is yours."

Zhao Qiang hurriedly caught it, glanced down, and saw that the owner's name was twisting and distorting before finally settling on his own. "Brother Lang, this...this thing is for me?"

"You've taken the place of the ghost in this room, and you bear the mark of this place. You're the most suitable one." Zhou Lang put away the chainsaw and flicked his wrist. He believed in one principle: there's no hurdle that can't be overcome, as long as the methods are ruthless enough.

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding walls began to peel away like melting candles. The system's mechanical voice sounded simultaneously in the minds of the three people.

[Phase 1 of the instance has ended. Surviving players will be forcibly teleported.]

[Loading the second instance: The Midnight Cable Car in the Mall's Underground Structure.]

[Difficulty Rating: A+ (including S-level anomaly factors)]

The feeling of weightlessness robbed everyone of their balance. Their vision was filled with blinding white light.

When Zhou Lang's feet touched solid ground again, his nostrils were filled with a strange smell of cheap perfume and moldy plastic. The pale fluorescent lights above him crackled and flickered.

This is an abandoned underground shopping mall. Thick dust has accumulated on the marble floor tiles, the glass windows on both sides are shattered, and the plastic mannequins inside are lying askew, missing arms and legs.

Several people were lying haphazardly around them, gradually waking up. Including Zhou Lang and his two companions, there were eight people in total.

A muscular boxer in a tank top was the first to get up, cursing and rubbing the back of his head. Not far away, a middle-aged man in a suit was brushing dust off his trousers. A doctor wearing wire-rimmed glasses was checking his medical kit. In the corner huddled a little girl hugging a teddy bear, next to a female teacher who looked flustered and clutched her canvas bag tightly.