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

He turned around abruptly and saw a student-looking person standing at the door.

He was Xiong Batian's companion, the student who served room number 7.

But at this moment, he looked very strange. His eyes were pure black, and his mouth was stretched to his ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"You...shouldn't have come here..."

The student's voice became shrill and piercing, his body began to twist and deform, his limbs bent at incredible angles, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a giant spider.

"He's become a ghost!" Zhao Qiang shouted in terror.

Zhou Lang raised the chainsaw, but the student was too fast and pounced on him in an instant.

At the critical moment, a blood-stained bandage flew out from Zhou Lang's right hand, wrapped around the student's neck, and pulled him back.

"Master, be careful!" The bandaged man's voice rang in his mind.

Zhou Lang seized the opportunity to rush forward, and his chainsaw aimed directly at the student's head.

But the student reacted faster, tilting his head to the side, and the chainsaw only sawed off half of his face.

Black blood spurted out, and the student let out a shrill scream, opening his mouth to bite Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang dodged to the side, and the bandages took the opportunity to wrap around the student's limbs, trapping him firmly in place.

"Now!" the bandaged man shouted.

Without hesitation, Zhou Lang aimed the chainsaw at the student's heart and sawed it off.

This time, the chainsaw worked; it cut open the chest cavity and shredded the heart inside.

The student's body twitched a few times, and the blackness in his eyes gradually faded, returning to its normal color.

"Help...help me..."

He used his last strength to utter those two words, and then he breathed his last.

Zhou Lang put away the chainsaw and looked at the corpse on the ground, his feelings were somewhat complicated.

This student was probably possessed by a ghost while serving the room owner.

"We have to get out of here quickly," Han Yingying said. "What if other people also turn into ghosts..."

Before the words were finished, footsteps came from outside the door again.

There was more than one person this time.

Zhou Lang raised the oil lamp and saw Xiong Batian and another student standing at the door; both of them had black eyes.

"This is troublesome." Zhao Qiang swallowed.

Zhou Lang glanced around. This space only had one exit, which was the door they had come in through.

The entrance is blocked now; the only way out is to force our way in.

"You two hide behind me," Zhou Lang said, as the bandage on his right hand began to grow wildly, forming a barrier in front of him.

Xiong Batian and the student pounced at the same time, their speed astonishing.

Zhou Lang raised his chainsaw and charged forward, bandages flying out to wrap around their ankles.

But the two ghosts were too strong; the bandages were torn off, and Zhou Lang was knocked away, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Master!" the bandaged man cried out anxiously.

Zhou Lang got up and felt a sharp pain in his chest, probably because several of his ribs were broken.

He gritted his teeth and raised the chainsaw again.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang suddenly rushed out, holding a rusty iron pipe, and smashed it down on Xiong Batian's head.

With a bang, Xiong Batian was knocked back and staggered a few steps.

"Hurry up!" Zhao Qiang shouted.

Zhou Lang pulled Han Yingying toward the door, and with bandages wrapped around Zhao Qiang's waist, he dragged him over as well.

The three rushed out of the basement, followed by the roars of Xiong Batian and the student.

They ran wildly, rushing up the stairs and through the corridors until they reached the lobby on the first floor before stopping.

Zhou Lang leaned against the wall, panting heavily; the pain in his chest made him almost unable to stand.

"Are you alright?" Han Yingying helped him up.

"I won't die." Zhou Lang grinned, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"What about those two ghosts?" Zhao Qiang asked. "Will they chase after us?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud bang came from the direction of the basement, shaking the entire building.

Immediately afterwards, the butler appeared in the hall.

It leaned on its cane, its empty eye sockets staring at the three of them, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

"You... went to the basement."

The butler's voice was devoid of emotion, but Zhou Lang could sense its fury.

"So what if it is?" Zhou Lang forced himself to stand up straight. "That monster is already dead."

The butler was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

The stitched-up face stretched into a bizarre arc, looking even uglier than crying.

"Dead...good...finally dead..."

Its voice began to tremble, and the frequency of its cane striking the ground increased.

"Do you know... I've been waiting for this day... for a very long time..."

Zhou Lang was stunned.

"That monster... is the real Dean..." Butler Killer said, "and I... am merely a fragment of its consciousness..."

"I've been trapped here...for decades...every day I have to...search for materials..."

"I hate it... but I can't fight it..."

"Until you... kill it..."

As the butler spoke, his body began to turn transparent, as if he were about to dissipate.

"Thank you... for freeing me..."

After uttering the last word, the butler vanished completely, leaving only the cane lying on the ground.

Zhou Lang picked up the cane and found a line of small characters engraved on it: "May the deceased rest in peace."

"It's over?" Zhao Qiang couldn't believe it.

"It should be," Zhou Lang said. "The dean is dead, and the butler has disappeared too. This game should..."

Before he could finish speaking, a line of text suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Congratulations to player 'Langligelang' for completing the hidden mission: Kill the real Dean."

"Rewards: 1000 points of Eerie Strangeness, and the Dean of Ghostly Weapons' Scalpel."

"The Horror Manor instance is now closed. All players will be teleported out of the game in ten seconds."

Zhou Lang breathed a sigh of relief; he was finally going out.

As the ten-second countdown began, he looked at Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying: "Remember to treat me to a meal after we get out."

"You still have the mood to joke?" Han Yingying was both amused and exasperated.

"What else can we do?" Zhou Lang shrugged. "We can't keep holding it in forever."

The countdown ended, a flash of white light appeared, and the three disappeared from the hall.

Chapter Nine: Outside the Game

Zhou Lang opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed in his rented room.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and sunlight streamed through the curtains, giving him a feeling of being in another world.

He sat up and checked his body. The wound on his chest had completely healed, and the bandage on his right hand was still there.

"Master is awake?" The bandaged man's voice echoed in his mind.

"Hmm." Zhou Lang flexed his fingers. "Are you still there?"

"Of course, we've merged," the bandaged man said. "Unless you die, I'll stay with you."

Zhou Lang didn't speak, but opened the system panel.

Name: Zhou Lang (meaning "waves and waves")

Level: 5

Mysterious: 1350

Skill: Fright Feedback (A reward can be obtained by scaring ghosts and monsters)

Ghostly Weapons: Dismemberment Scissors, Texas Chainsaw, Jack's Murder Lamp, Dean's Scalpel

Fusion: Bandaged Demon (already fused)

Looking at the data on the panel, Zhou Lang felt more confident.

Although this dungeon was dangerous, the rewards were considerable.

He took out the dean's scalpel, a sharp scalpel with densely packed runes engraved on its blade.

"The Dean's Scalpel: It can cut through anything, including the bodies of ghosts. It consumes Eerie Points when used."