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

The moment the butler's hand touched the assembled monster, the entire room began to shake.

The spliced ​​monster on the operating table suddenly burst out with a blinding white light, and the stitched wounds began to burst open, gushing out black blood.

"Dean...thank you...but...goodbye..."

The assembled monster's body began to disintegrate, peeling off piece by piece until only its head remained.

The head, with its eyes open and a smile on its lips, then turned to ashes.

The butler knelt on the ground, staring at the empty operating table, and let out a beast-like howl.

The entire resort began to shake violently, and large stones fell from the ceiling.

"Hurry up!" Zhou Lang pulled Han Yingying and Zhao Qiang and ran outside.

They rushed out of the basement and ran up the stairs, with the roar of the butler echoing behind them.

"It's all your fault! You're the ones who ruined everything!"

Zhou Lang turned around and saw the butler chasing after him. Its body began to twist and deform, turning into a huge monster.

"Damn it," Zhou Lang cursed, raising the chainsaw.

But before he could make a move, a blood-stained bandage suddenly flew off his arm and wrapped around the butler's neck.

"bandage?"

"Run!" the bandaged man's voice echoed in my mind. "I can't hold it off for long!"

Zhou Lang gritted his teeth and pulled the two of them to continue running uphill.

They rushed out of the lobby on the first floor. The sky outside had begun to collapse, and black cracks spread like a spider web.

"Xiong Batian and the others!" Han Yingying suddenly remembered, "They're still upstairs!"

Zhou Lang stopped and glanced at the collapsing villa.

"You all go out first," he said. "I'll go find them."

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Qiang grabbed him. "This place is about to collapse!"

"So hurry up." Zhou Lang shook off his hand. "Wait for me outside."

After saying that, he turned and rushed back to the villa.

When Zhou Lang rushed up to the third floor, the corridor had already begun to crack, and cracks appeared on the floor, threatening to collapse at any moment.

"Xiong Batian!" he shouted, "Where are you?!"

The door to room number 5 suddenly opened, and Xiong Batian and two other students stumbled out.

"Zhou Lang?" Xiong Batian was stunned when he saw him. "What are you doing here..."

"Stop talking nonsense and let's go!" Zhou Lang interrupted him.

The five people ran downstairs, and the corridor behind them began to collapse in large sections, with rubble and dust flying into their faces.

When I got to the second floor, the stairs suddenly broke.

"Jump!" Zhou Lang jumped off the broken edge without hesitation.

Others followed suit and jumped, and the moment they landed, the floor on the first floor began to crack.

"The door is over there!" Xiong Batian pointed to the exit of the hall.

The group ran desperately outside, and just as they rushed out of the gate, the entire villa collapsed with a deafening roar.

A huge cloud of smoke shot into the sky, sending debris flying. Zhou Lang was thrown to the ground by the blast wave, his ears ringing.

When the smoke cleared, he got up and saw that the villa had been reduced to ruins.

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying ran over, both covered in dust and dirt, but still alive.

"Are you alright?" Han Yingying asked.

"Not bad." Zhou Lang dusted himself off. "Where's the others?"

Xiong Batian and his two companions also crawled out of the ruins. Although they were in a sorry state, they were not seriously injured.

"Is it over?" Zhao Qiang looked at the ruins. "We... got out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene before him began to distort; ruins, sky, ground—everything melted away like a watercolor painting.

Then, Zhou Lang found himself standing in a white space.

The others were also there, all looking around blankly.

"Congratulations to all players for completing the dungeon: Horror Manor."

A mechanical voice rang out.

"A total of 6 players participated in this instance, with 6 surviving and 0 dying."

"Wait a minute," Zhao Qiang said, "Didn't Xiaocao die?"

"Player Xiaocao died before the dungeon started and is not included in this statistic."

Zhou Lang frowned; the rules of this game were truly cold-blooded.

"Settlement will now begin."

"Player 'Wandering Waves,' completion rate 100%, rating: SSS, reward: 1000 points of mystery, artifact: The Dean's Scalpel."

"Player Zhao Qiang, completion rate 85%, rating: A, reward 300 points for 'Mysterious'."

"Player Han Yingying, completion rate 85%, rating: A, reward 300 points of mystery."

"Player Xiong Batian, completion rate 60%, rating: B, reward: 150 points for 'Strange'."

The next two students both received a C grade and only got 100 points in the "Strange" category.

"SSS?" Xiong Batian's eyes widened. "What kind of rating is that? I've never heard of it before!"

Zhou Lang was also a bit surprised. His highest rating before was only S. What the heck was this SSS?

"Special Notice." The mechanical voice continued, "Player 'Wandering Waves' has triggered a hidden quest: Liberate Lin Yu. Additional reward: 500 points of Mystery, Skill: Ghost Domain."

A flood of information suddenly rushed into Zhou Lang's mind, regarding the usage and limitations of the Ghost Domain.

Simply put, the Ghost Realm is about creating your own space, where you are the rule.

However, using Ghost Domain requires a large amount of Mystery and its duration is limited.

"Teleportation initiated. Good luck, players!"

The white space began to disappear, and Zhou Lang felt his body being pulled by a force, and everything went black before his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his rented room.

Zhou Lang sat on the bed, looking at the familiar room, feeling as if he had been transported to another world.

He took out his phone, and the screen showed the time as 3 a.m.

Only six hours had passed since he entered the game.

But in the game, it felt like several days had passed.

Zhou Lang opened his inventory, and a scalpel appeared inside, its blade gleaming with an eerie blue light.

"The Dean's Scalpel: It can cut through any substance, including the bodies of ghosts. It consumes Qi when used."

Zhou Lang was fiddling with the scalpel when he suddenly remembered something.

"Bandages?" he cried out in his mind.

"What?" came the bandaged man's voice, sounding weak and listless.

Are you alright?

"I'm not dead yet," the bandaged man said. "But holding off the butler just now took a lot of energy, so I need to rest for a while."

"Oh right, the bandages you requested." Zhou Lang remembered his promise, "I couldn't find them."

"It's nothing," the bandaged man said with a laugh. "I don't need it now anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed?" the bandaged man said, "the bandages on my body have stopped bleeding."

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his right hand. The bandage wrapped around his hand had indeed become clean. Although it was still a bit yellow, it was at least no longer the bloody mess it had been before.

"This is…"

"Perhaps it's because Lin Yu is free now," the bandaged man said. "With her resentment gone, the curse on the entire manor has also weakened."

Zhou Lang remained silent for a while.

"Do you know Lin Yu?"

"I guess so," the bandaged man said. "We're both patients at that sanatorium. Although we live on different floors, we occasionally bump into each other in the courtyard."

"She was a very gentle person, always smiling, and even though she was tortured so badly by the dean, she never complained."

The bandaged man's voice became low.