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

"Uncle, have you paid the bill?" The girl's voice was ethereal.

Wang Jianguo turned and ran. The girl appeared in front of him, pressed her hands on his head, and twisted it hard.

Click.

Wang Jianguo's neck was also bent at a ninety-degree angle. His eyes were wide open as he lay on the broken glass.

"Damn it." Zhou Lang gripped the chainsaw tightly.

Boxer Lei Hu stepped forward and blocked Zhou Lang's path. "I'll handle this. Save your energy for the bigger ones."

Lei Hu took a deep breath. His muscles bulged, and veins stood out. He charged at the girl in the floral dress and punched her in the chest.

The girl was sent flying backward, crashing through three walls.

"Such explosive power." Zhao Qiang swallowed.

"Let's go to the manager's office." Zhou Lang didn't linger.

They found the general manager's office on the second floor of the mall. The door was locked with a heavy iron chain.

Zhou Lang used an electric saw to cut the iron chain.

The office was luxuriously furnished. There was a safe behind the bookshelf.

"What's the password?" Han Yingying asked.

Zhou Lang glanced at the family photo on his desk, on the back of which was written a string of numbers: 19850312.

Enter the password. The safe opens.

Inside were a stack of engineering drawings and several account books.

Zhou Lang quickly flipped through the account books.

"Found it. The load-bearing steel cables that Hongyu Company purchased back then all had falsified grades. They were supposed to use premium grade steel, but they substituted grade two scrap steel. The difference in price all went into the boss's pocket."

Main quest progress: 50%.

[Note: Please find the seal of the person in charge who issued the purchase order at the time; this is essential evidence.]

"Where is the seal?" Zhao Qiang asked.

"Usually it's in the finance office or on the boss," Lei Hu interjected. "That ledger just now said the person in charge was named Sun Dafu. Where is he now?"

Zhou Lang closed the ledger: "In reality, he'd be enjoying a life of luxury in a villa. But in this scenario, he'd definitely be in the business world."

Why?

"After the cable car accident, the boss hired a feng shui master to suppress the spirits of the dead. A feng shui arrangement needs a focal point. As one of the culprits, Sun Dafu was used as a human stake by the boss and sealed underground."

The terminal vibrated again.

Countdown: 19:59:59.

The fourth hour. The second strange creature was released.

The temperature inside the mall plummeted. Frost formed on the walls.

At the end of the corridor, a woman's silhouette in a red dress appeared. She had no feet and floated in mid-air.

The woman in business attire was so frightened that she turned and ran, twisting her high heels and falling to the ground.

The woman in the red dress floated in front of her, stretched out her pale hand, and pierced through her chest.

There was no bleeding. The woman in the business attire's body quickly withered and shriveled, turning into a dried-up corpse.

"It's one of the twins." Zhou Lang observed the other party.

An S-class eerie phantom.

The woman in the red dress turned her head and looked at Zhou Lang and the others.

The girl who had been silently holding the rag doll moved. She took out a yellow talisman from her bosom and stuck it on the rag doll's head.

The rag doll's size exploded, transforming into a two-meter-tall monster that roared as it charged toward the woman in the red dress.

"A veteran player?" Zhou Lang glanced at the girl, but she didn't answer. The moment the rag doll's cotton-like body touched the phantom of the woman in the red dress, its skin cracked. The cheap stitches snapped, revealing the black hair and bone fragments stuffed inside.

This artifact is of a high grade.

The woman in the red dress simply raised her hand, her fingernails slicing across the rag doll's neck. The fabric tore. The rag doll's enormous head rolled to the ground, its black hair gushing out like a fountain, carpeting the marble floor.

The girl vomited a mouthful of dark red blood, her body collapsing limply to her knees. Her natal ghost artifact had been destroyed, causing a severe backlash.

The silhouette of the woman in the red dress floated toward the girl.

Zhou Lang, carrying a chainsaw, intervened between the two. The motor roared. The saw teeth cut into the waist of the phantom, encountering no resistance as if cutting into a solid object, but instead feeling a chilling coldness. White frost condensed on the metal casing of the chainsaw, and its operating speed visibly slowed down.

"Lei Hu, take her away." Zhou Lang said without turning his head.

Lei Hu scooped the girl up from the ground and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Zhao Qiang protected Han Yingying, and the group ran frantically down the power-destroyed escalator.

"bandage."

A white strip of cloth darted out from Zhou Lang's sleeve and wrapped itself around the second-floor railing. He abandoned his fight with the woman in the red dress, used the momentum to swing, and jumped directly from the second-floor atrium to the first floor.

Upon landing, the body rolls to dissipate the force.

The woman in the red dress did not give chase; her phantom flickered twice in mid-air before vanishing into thin air.

"She's restricted." Zhou Lang stood up, brushing the shards of glass off his body. "The S-class anomaly's true form is on the third basement level. This is just a projection; the further away from the third basement level, the weaker its power becomes."

Zhao Qiang, panting heavily, asked, "What just happened? That little girl was pretty fierce."

"Ranking seventy-third, codename 'Nursery Rhyme'." Lei Hu placed the girl on the ground. "Her information is in the national database. This brat is ruthless; she fed living people to her dolls."

The girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked coldly at Lei Hu.

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhou Lang glanced at the terminal. "There are still 18 hours left on the countdown. But that's a lie. Every two hours, one A-level passenger is released. Thirty passengers, plus the twins. In the end, the entire mall will be filled with A-level anomalies. We must get Sun Dafu's seal on the third basement floor before the numbers get out of control."

"Go to the third basement level?" Han Yingying's face turned pale. "The twins' original forms are there."

"Not going is like waiting to die. Going offers a chance to survive." Zhou Lang checked the oil level on the chainsaw. "Wang Jianguo and the doctor are dead, and the woman in the business suit is dead too. Now there are only the five of us left."

He looked at the girl: "Can you still walk?"

The girl stood up, leaning against the wall, and pulled a rusty scalpel from her skirt pocket.

"Let's go." Zhou Lang led the way towards the fire escape leading to the second basement level.

Pushing open the fire door, a strong, fishy stench hit me.

The second basement level is the dining area. Various rotten ingredients are scattered all over the floor. Several large rats scurry about in the darkness, their eyes glowing red.

"Be careful." Zhao Qiang clenched his fist.

The sound of chewing came from the darkness.

Behind the glass window of a hot pot restaurant, a fat man squatted. He was wearing a tattered suit and stuffing a large piece of raw meat into his mouth. The meat was still covered with cloth—the remains of the business-dressed woman who had just died.

The third Class A passenger.

The fat man stopped chewing and turned his head. His jaw was completely dislocated, and his mouth was stretched to his ears.

"Hungry……"

The fat man smashed through the glass like a human bomb and charged straight at Zhou Lang.

"I'll go!" Lei Hu shouted and charged forward.

His arm muscles bulged. Lei Hu delivered a powerful uppercut, striking the fat man squarely in the chin.

The sound of bones cracking was crisp. The fat man's massive body was sent flying through the air, crashing heavily onto the ceiling before falling back down.

Lei Hu shook his wrist. His knuckles were scraped.

The fat man wasn't dead. He twisted his broken neck and got up again. The fat on his stomach split open, and several bloody intestines stretched out, coiling towards Lei Hu like tentacles.

"Strength Enhancement!" Zhao Qiang cut in from the side, stepped on the fat man's intestines, used the momentum to jump into the air, and slammed his knee into the fat man's temple.

The fat man's head was half-dented.

Zhou Lang didn't stand idly by. The chainsaw swiftly sliced ​​into the fat man's nape, severing his massive head. Black blood gushed out.