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

"It's hopeless." Zhou Lang walked past them and headed to the front desk.

"The cycle of reincarnation has accelerated, and the bizarre abilities have been unlocked ahead of schedule." Han Yingying flipped through the panel. "Tonight is the third night, and they can appear as a whole. The temptations and illusions alone are enough to give us a run for our money."

"Let's take care of a few before dark." Zhou Lang pulled out his chainsaw. "Go to the basement. Dig the boss out."

Zhao Qiang swallowed hard. "Are you really digging?"

"If we don't dig, how will we appease the landlady's resentment?" Zhou Lang led the way down the stairs.

The basement walls remained cold.

Zhou Lang pulled the chainsaw and cut directly through the cement wall.

The boss's screams echoed in the basement. As chunks of cement crumbled, a shriveled corpse fell out.

The body was covered in cement, and its limbs were twisted.

Zhou Lang grabbed the corpse by the collar and dragged it out of the basement like a dead dog.

They dragged it all the way to the lake.

With a "plop," the body was thrown into the lake.

The lake water was boiling.

The giant lady's enormous body surfaced. She stretched out her swollen arm, grabbed the boss's corpse, and dragged it back to the bottom.

Large patches of blood rose to the surface of the water.

After a long while, the lake returned to calm.

A system notification sounded: [Hidden clue progress: The landlady's revenge. Resentment dissipated by 20%.]

"Well done." Han Yingying breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not enough." Zhou Lang looked at the lake. "Only 20% has dissipated. Because our daughter hasn't been found yet."

"The human traffickers have already run away, where are we going to find my daughter?" Zhao Qiang scratched his head.

Zhou Lang turned to look in the direction of the guesthouse. "My daughter is still here."

He walked back quickly.

Back in the guesthouse's backyard, Zhou Lang looked up at the human skin lantern hanging from the ceiling.

"Take the lantern down," Zhou Lang instructed Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang brought over a ladder and carefully took down the lantern.

The lantern felt cold to the touch.

Zhou Lang tore open the paper covering at the bottom of the lantern. A small bone fell out.

Finger bones.

"The housewife's husband cheated on her and turned her into a lantern. But what does that have to do with the boss selling his daughter?" Han Yingying asked, puzzled.

"Because that cheating husband was the human trafficker who bought our daughter." Zhou Lang clenched his knuckles in his hand. "He burned the little girl he bought, along with his own wife."

The clues have come together.

The little girl's resentment clung to the human skin lantern.

Zhou Lang, holding the finger bone, returned to the lakeside.

He threw the finger bone into the water.

The lake water churned again. This time, Lady Giant did not surface.

A semi-transparent, ethereal image of a little girl floated on the water. She bowed to Zhou Lang and then vanished into starlight.

[Hidden clues advance: Mother and daughter reunited. Resentment dissipated by 50%.]

The eeriness of the proprietress and the proprietress has been completely erased from this instance.

Of the seven strange occurrences, two have been eliminated.

Five left. A human skin lantern, a female college student, two young lovers, and the hidden S-class item.

It got dark very quickly.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was completely dark.

"Tonight is the third night. They will all appear together." Zhou Lang returned to his room on the second floor.

The light bulbs in the corridor flickered.

Zhou Lang did not seal the door. He left it wide open.

An oil lamp was placed in the center of the corridor.

"Brother Lang, what are you doing? Is this some kind of empty city tactic?" Zhao Qiang asked, hiding behind the door.

"Take the initiative." Zhou Lang moved a chair and sat down by the door.

10 PM.

At the end of the corridor, a man and a woman appeared.

Young couple.

Their bodies were charred black, and they smelled of roasted meat. With each step they took, they left a trail of sparkling footprints on the ground.

"It hurts so much... help us..." The female ghost reached out her hand to Zhou Lang.

This is just a lure. On the third day, they can no longer use physical attacks and can only use illusions to trick players out of the safe zone.

Zhou Lang sat in the chair, legs crossed. "It's grilled quite evenly. It would taste even better with some cumin."

The young couple froze.

"You were implicated and burned to death. The culprits should be held accountable, go find the arsonists. What kind of sob story are you putting on here?" Zhou Lang yawned.

The male ghost roared and charged at Zhou Lang.

But when it was half a meter away from the oil lamp, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Rules restrict their entry.

"Get lost," Zhou Lang uttered a single word.

The young couple lingered for a while, unwilling to give up, before turning around and disappearing into the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, thick blood dripped from the ceiling.

The female college student was hanging upside down from the ceiling. She was dressed in rags and covered in knife wounds.

"Brother, can you help me find my leg?" She winked at Zhou Lang, even though half of her face was already rotten.

Zhou Lang took out a chainsaw and pulled the trigger.

"Would you like to try breaking another arm?"

The female college student screamed and shrank back into the ceiling.

"Too weak." Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw.

These C-rank anomalies, suppressed by S-rank power, are unable to unleash their true strength. They are merely cannon fodder used by S-rank anomalies to wear down the player's energy.

The real threat has yet to appear.

Just then, the entire guesthouse began to shake violently.

The wooden planks on the wall cracked, revealing the scarlet flesh inside.

At the end of the corridor, the iron door leading to the third floor slowly opened.

A suffocating stench assaulted our senses.

An S-level eerie event; I've gone downstairs.

Zhou Lang stood up and gripped his weapon tightly.

"The main character has arrived."

A thick, black fog filled the air. Within the fog, a tall, slender figure appeared and disappeared.

It has no face. Its head is a huge black vortex.

"What is this thing?" Zhao Qiang's voice trembled with fright.

"An alien species," Zhou Lang analyzed. "It's devouring the resentment in this instance to grow stronger. No wonder the strange things here are repeating their experiences before death; it's extracting nutrients from them."

The black vortex was aimed at Zhou Lang.

A powerful suction force was applied. The flame of the oil lamp flickered violently, threatening to go out at any moment.

Zhou Lang did not retreat an inch. The bandaged ghost within him began to stir.

White bandages emerged from his sleeves, swollen in the wind, and transformed into several long whips, lashing towards the thin, ghostly figure.

Snapped!

The bandages struck the ghostly figure, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

The ghostly figure took a step back.

"They can fight," Zhou Lang concluded.

He turned to Han Yingying and shouted, "Find its core! This kind of foreign S-rank must have a vessel in this instance!"

Han Yingying quickly flipped through the documents in her hand.

"A painting! The painting in the lobby on the first floor that's covered in paint! It was brought by an art student; it's the medium through which it invaded!"

Zhou Lang understood.

"Zhao Qiang, keep an eye on the door!" Zhou Lang said, then jumped down the stair railing to the lobby on the first floor.

The gauntlet let out a roar and transformed into a black gust of wind as it gave chase.

The hall was a mess. The four art students who had gone mad were completely dead.

An easel stood in the corner. On it sat an oil painting covered in black paint.

Zhou Lang landed and rolled, dissipating the impact. He then crashed directly into the easel.

A black wind swept in, transforming into countless sharp blades that slashed towards Zhou Lang's back.

Zhou Lang neither dodged nor evaded. The bandages on his back quickly intertwined to form a shield.

Stab it!

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the bandages, leaving a bloody gash on Zhou Lang's back.