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

Everyone was stunned when they saw the task description on the panel.

"It's that simple?"

Zhao Qiang blurted it out subconsciously, and Zhou Lang glanced at him without saying anything.

"In addition to your mission, you also have work to do."

The butler's manner of killing was very elegant. If you ignored his terrifying appearance, he would indeed fit all the characteristics of an excellent butler.

"You will not have to worry about food, drink, or lodging during your ten days at the manor. In return, you will need to serve the owners of the manor."

"Every day I receive feedback from clients on your service, and your compensation will vary depending on their level of satisfaction."

"Oh, by the way, the masters' rooms are on the third floor, and your rooms are downstairs. Every morning at nine o'clock, you have to go upstairs to provide services, and gather here after seven o'clock in the evening. I will pay you according to the evaluation."

"Any other questions?"

The butler looked at everyone with a smile, and a student nicknamed "Xiong Batian" raised his hand.

"What happens if the service goes wrong?"

"I will die."

The butler glanced at Xiong Batian, and the smile on his face seemed to deepen.

"The owner of the manor has the power of life and death over you, so don't even think about slacking off. By the way, just a heads up, the owner's personality is a little eccentric..."

Xiong Batian lowered his hand, his face somewhat grim. It seemed that the manor owner was the key to whether they could complete their mission!

Seeing this, the butler spoke again: "However, you can also try killing the owner of the manor. If you succeed, you can take their place!"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

"Replace them? How?"

"You can do whatever you want. If you succeed, this manor will be yours. Of course, you can also try to replace me..."

After the butler finished speaking, he leaned on his cane, and the door behind him suddenly opened. One by one, fleshy balls covered with tentacles rolled out carrying iron plates and stopped precisely in front of each person.

Zhou Lang picked up the coins from the iron plate. There were two in total, both in denominations of one hundred. This was clearly their initial capital.

There was also a slip of paper on the iron plate. Zhou Lang glanced at it and saw the Arabic numerals 4 and 1 on it.

"This is your pay for today. The numbers on this slip of paper correspond to the room numbers of the masters you will be serving. Below are your rooms. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. I live at the end of the first floor."

The butler raised his cane and pointed down the corridor: "I wish you all a pleasant game again!"

Only after the butler disappeared did the group breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhou Lang glanced at Zhao Qiang's note, which had two 6s written on it, both quite far from his own.

Han Yingying's numbers were very close to his, 3 and 2 respectively, right next to his.

Zhao Qiang was somewhat nervous, constantly breaking out in a cold sweat; clearly, the appearance and words of the butler had greatly frightened him.

"Zhou Lang, did you understand this mission?"

"Understood, play cards in the manor! Be the landlord!"

Seeing Zhou Lang's serious expression left Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying speechless.

"It can't be that simple."

Han Yingying glanced at Zhou Lang: "The butler said the manor owner has a rather strange temper, and it's possible they might use some outrageous reason to kill us first!"

"And don't you find it strange? This place provides all the food, lodging, and transportation, and they even pay wages. This currency must have some purpose..."

Seeing Han Yingying's thoughtful expression, Zhou Lang was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the girl to be so calm.

"Thinking about that is useless. Let's go upstairs and see what kind of people we're supposed to serve! The success or failure of this mission ultimately depends on them."

As he spoke, Zhou Lang glanced at the other three people. They seemed to know each other and were huddled together discussing something, showing no intention of joining him.

He led the two up to the third floor. Unlike the lobby, the third floor seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. It was full of musty smells, the corridor was dark, and the doors of the rooms on both sides were tightly closed. It didn't look like anyone lived there at all.

"Are we really going in? The butler didn't say we had to work today...?"

Seeing this, Zhao Qiang was somewhat frightened and stood behind Zhou Lang, speaking in a trembling voice.

Han Yingying was also trembling all over, but she forced herself to endure it.

"It's 8:57 now, whether he says anything or not is no longer important."

Zhou Lang glanced at the clock hanging at the corner of the corridor, and the blood-red mouth painted on it made him fall into deep thought.

Pulling up the trembling Zhao Qiang, Zhou Lang called Han Yingying and led the way into the corridor. As they passed the wall clock, Zhou Lang suddenly shouted!

"what!"

"What are you doing?!"

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying were both startled by Zhou Lang, with the latter looking at him angrily.

Zhou Lang stared intently at the clock on the wall. Sure enough, the giant mouth on it moved, and blood began to flow continuously from the hands, quickly soaking the dial. Although it had no eyes, all three of them could feel the gaze fixed on them!

"You lowly piece of trash! What are you doing?"

The sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard seemed to come from the clock. Zhou Lang glanced at the unresponsive skill and casually waved his hand.

"It's nothing, I'm just taking a walk."

After saying that, Zhou Lang woke up the two people who were frozen in fear and headed straight for room number 4.

"Ordinary frights really don't work on ghosts..."

Zhou Lang stood at the door of the room, looking thoughtful. Seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, he knocked on the door and went inside.

The room was large, but incredibly filthy. Countless mutilated limbs were piled up like small mountains on one side, crawling with maggots and cockroaches. Hair was everywhere, but it was still attached to scalp covered with bits of flesh...

Zhou Lang felt nauseous and looked at the large bed in the center of the room. A person covered in bandages was sitting on the headboard, tearing at a corner of the bandages. When Zhou Lang looked up, the person's mouth twitched as if they were laughing.

"Is it your turn to provide me with personal services this time?"

The person on the bed had a hoarse voice, as if their vocal cords had been torn; it was very unpleasant to hear.

"Changed? Were there other people before?"

Zhou Lang frowned, keenly seizing the loophole in the bandaged man's words.

"Of course they are, they're in the room."

The twitching on the bandaged man's face became more pronounced, and the bandages were stained red with the seeping blood.

Zhou Lang's heart sank. Besides him and the bandaged man, there was no one else in the room. The meaning behind the bandaged man was self-evident…

It was the dismembered body found in the room!

"But I'm not in the mood to discuss this with you right now. I'm hungry, go get me something to eat... Oh, by the way, I like to eat human brains..."

After letting out a few eerie laughs, the bandaged man ignored Zhou Lang and lay down on the bed. At the same time, a voice echoed in Zhou Lang's mind.

"Triggering quest: Find food for the bandages! Food can be purchased at the restaurant on the first floor."

Zhou Lang took a deep breath. Sure enough, the game's missions couldn't be that simple!

After leaving the room and returning to the first floor, Zhou Lang found Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying in the lobby, their faces pale, clearly frightened by the manor owner.

"Zhou Lang!"

Upon seeing Zhou Lang, Zhao Qiang immediately ran over, his face filled with terror: "The people in my room said they wanted to eat human brains!"

Zhou Lang was taken aback: "You're here to buy human brains too?"