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

Zhao Qiang covered his mouth and rushed to the sink to dry heave.

Screams came from downstairs.

The three ran downstairs. In the lobby, the remaining art students huddled together, trembling.

"Someone's dead! Xiao Li is dead in the backyard!" a girl cried out.

Zhou Lang walked through the hall and came to the backyard.

The boy named Xiao Li was hanging from the beam above the well. His entire body was burned to a crisp.

Last night, the young couple made a bizarre move.

Those who were implicated and burned to death vented their resentment on the living.

"We can investigate during the day," Zhou Lang said, turning to Han Yingying. "Let's split up and look for clues. The key is the building's structural diagram, as well as written records like diaries and ledgers."

"Understood." Han Yingying pulled Zhao Qiang, who was still gagging, and walked towards the front desk area.

Zhou Lang then went down the stairs to the basement.

The entrance was blocked by a thick wooden board. Zhou Lang pried the board open with scissors, and a strong smell of moldy cement rushed into his nostrils.

The basement was very dark.

Zhou Lang lit the oil lamp. The green glow pushed away the darkness.

The walls are made of rough cement. On one wall, the cement is a darker color than the rest.

Zhou Lang approached and reached out to knock.

Hollow.

He raised the oil lamp close to the wall. On the cement surface, the outline of a human figure stood out.

The innkeeper.

He drowned his wife, sold his daughter, and was eventually buried in a cement wall by his deceased wife.

This wall is his tomb.

"Want to come out and talk?" Zhou Lang said to the wall.

The wall did not respond.

Zhou Lang took out a chainsaw and started the engine. The ear-piercing roar echoed in the basement.

He raised the chainsaw and cut into the human-shaped outline of the wall.

Gravel flew everywhere.

"Stop!" A rough male voice rang out in the basement.

A layer of gray mist rose from the surface of the cement wall, coalescing into the shape of a bloated middle-aged man. His face was full of fleshy muscles, and his eyes were fierce, but his body was stiff and unable to leave the wall.

"You slashed my house!" the man roared.

"You're the boss?" Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw. "Where's your wife?"

Upon hearing the word "wife," the boss's facial muscles twitched. "That bitch! She locked me up here! She deserved to drown!"

"Who did you sell your daughter to?" Zhou Lang went straight to the point.

"none of your business!"

Zhou Lang turned the chainsaw back on. "Not talking? Then I'll cut you into pieces and throw you into the well in the backyard. I heard there's a giant in that well."

Fear flashed in the boss's eyes. "No! Don't throw me there! She'll eat me!"

"Then confess honestly."

"It was sold to...sold to human traffickers. The traffickers gave me some money, and I used the money to renovate this guesthouse." The owner's voice grew softer and softer.

"Your wife found out, so you drowned her in the lake?"

"She's going to call the police! What can I do? I can't go to jail!" the boss shouted hysterically.

Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw. "Scumbag."

He turned and left the basement. The boss's resentment wasn't here, but in the lake. That giant lady was the key.

Back in the hall, Han Yingying handed over an account book.

"Found it. This record shows the owner's income and expenses from selling his daughter. There's also a strange entry for buying cement."

"The cement was used to seal up the boss." Zhou Lang took the ledger and flipped through it. "Where's the lake in town?"

"Go west from the door, it's less than a kilometer."

"Let's go to the lake."

The three left the guesthouse and walked west along the bluestone path.

The town was deserted. Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut.

The lake was calm and still. The water was murky and smelled foul.

The lakeside is covered with reeds.

Zhou Lang stood on the shore, staring at the water.

"There's a big guy lying at the bottom of this lake." Zhou Lang took a stone out of his pocket, wrapped it with a bit of his own aura, and threw it into the lake.

A few bubbles rose to the surface of the water.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal creature slowly emerged from the water.

It was an extremely bloated corpse. Its skin was white and translucent from being soaked in water, and its facial features were squeezed together, making it impossible to recognize its original appearance.

Lady Giant View.

She floated on the water, her empty eye sockets staring intently at the three people on the shore.

Zhao Qiang's legs went weak, and he plopped down on the ground. "My god, what is this thing?"

"Boss lady," Zhou Lang stepped forward. "I've investigated your daughter's matter thoroughly."

Lady Giant remained silent, but the lake began to churn. A tremendous aura of resentment rose into the sky, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

"Your husband is stuck in the basement wall. He can't get out," Zhou Lang continued. "If you want revenge, I can help you dig him out."

The lake is calm and still.

The giant lady slowly sank to the bottom of the water.

"Did she agree?" Han Yingying asked.

"I guess so." Zhou Lang turned and walked back. "Tonight is the second day. The rules have changed. Parts of your body can get in through the faucet and the crack in the door. Block the sink and seal the crack in the door."

Night falls.

The atmosphere in the guesthouse dropped to freezing point.

Only four art students remained, all crammed into the lobby, refusing to go back to their rooms.

Zhou Lang ignored them and led Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying back to the second floor.

"Things are going to be bad tonight." Zhou Lang stuffed a towel into the crack in the door and sealed it with tape.

He had blocked the drain of the sink with a wooden plug.

The hour hand points to twelve.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor right on time.

This time it wasn't just one person, but a group of people.

A jumble of footsteps echoed through the corridor, accompanied by the harsh scratching of fingernails against the wooden door.

"Let us in..."

"It's so hot...fire..."

Those were a young couple who were burned to death.

A loud crashing sound came from outside the door.

Zhao Qiang huddled in the corner, covering his ears.

Zhou Lang sat in the chair, toying with the scissors in his hand.

Blood began to seep from the towel under the door. The blood spread down the floor.

The drain in the sink made a gurgling sound. The cork was being pushed up and down by a force.

A pale hand emerged from the drain. The fingers were long and slender, and the nails were painted with bright red nail polish.

Female college student.

She was raped and murdered, her body was dismembered and stuffed into the sewer.

The hand was flailing about in the air, trying to grab something.

Zhou Lang stood up and walked to the sink.

He raised the scissors, aimed them at the hand, and stabbed it hard.

"Ah!" A piercing scream came from the sewer.

The hand withdrew. The cork fell back into place.

"Don't mess with me," Zhou Lang said coldly.

The banging outside the door stopped.

But the temperature in the corridor was dropping rapidly.

A powerful pressure spread down from the third floor.

The S-class anomaly has moved.

The surrounding space began to distort. Black viscous fluid seeped from the walls, and the wooden floor turned into soft, mushy flesh.

The cycle of reincarnation has accelerated.

Zhou Lang steadied himself and raised the oil lamp high. The green light created a protective shield in the darkness.

"Get ready to work," Zhou Lang said to Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying.

Day three. Four days left until clearing the border.

However, the instance collapsed faster than expected.

The anomaly last night pushed the timeline back a significant amount of time.

In the hall, the remaining four art students had all gone mad. They were tearing at each other, their mouths full of blood, and the walls were covered in paint and bloodstains.