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

He took out the paper he had brought back from the basement and looked at it again.

"I don't want to die."

"They lied to me."

"There's something wrong with this estate."

"Please don't come."

Zhou Lang stared at those lines of text, his mind racing.

The fact that the maid wrote these words before she died indicates that she had discovered the secret of the manor.

But she couldn't escape.

Why?

Zhou Lang thought it might be because she discovered it too late.

By the time she realized the problem, her anger had been almost completely drained, and she no longer had the strength to run away.

"So the key is to be fast," he muttered to himself. "Find the heart and kill the master before the anger runs out."

He calculated the time.

According to Zhang Liang, it takes about a month for a servant to go from starting work to dying.

He has only been working for three days.

Twenty-seven days left.

"That's enough," he said.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

But I didn't fall asleep.

He was thinking about his next plan.

First, go to the owner's room and find clues about the heart.

Secondly, one must avoid being monitored by the butler.

Finally, you must be back in your room before midnight.

"Take it one step at a time," he thought.

Time passed second by second.

It was soon midnight.

Footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor.

Heavy, slow.

Zhou Lang opened his eyes and held his breath.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping outside his door.

There's something standing outside the door.

Zhou Lang could feel that thing was staring at his room.

A few seconds later, the footsteps continued forward.

They walked all the way to the end of the corridor before disappearing from sight.

Zhou Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

"It is the master," he thought.

He almost opened the door to check.

Fortunately, I managed to hold back.

If they had actually opened the door, they would probably be dead by now.

"Be careful," he reminded himself.

Zhou Lang continued working as usual for the next few days.

Clean the room, tidy the garden, and prepare dinner.

On the surface, he was no different from the other servants.

But in reality, he had been observing every corner of the manor, looking for clues.

On the fourth night, he sneaked up to the third floor under the cover of darkness.

The third floor has a longer corridor and more rooms.

Zhou Lang held up an oil lamp and inspected each room.

Most of the rooms were empty, with only a few haunted.

Zhou Lang avoided the haunted rooms and continued walking forward.

At the end of the corridor, there is a door.

A sign hung on the door that read: The Master's Room.

Zhou Lang stood in front of the door and took a deep breath.

He reached out to push the door open.

The door wasn't locked.

It opened with a gentle push.

The room was completely dark.

Zhou Lang walked in, holding an oil lamp.

A green light illuminated the room, and he saw that it was filled with many things.

Bookshelves, tables, chairs, and beds.

There are also many photos and paintings.

Zhou Lang walked to the bookshelf and picked up a book.

The book's cover reads: "How to Build a Ghost World".

He opened the book, which was filled with densely packed words.

However, the handwriting is very messy, and many parts are illegible.

Zhou Lang patiently read a few pages and roughly understood the content.

This book records the process of the owner building the manor.

The master was originally an ordinary ghost, but for some reason gained great power.

He used this power to build the manor.

But building a manor requires a lot of life.

So he began hiring living servants to absorb their life force.

"Pervert," Zhou Lang muttered under his breath.

He continued flipping through the book, until he reached the last page, where he saw a sentence.

"My heart is hidden in the most precious thing."

"As long as my heart doesn't break, I won't die."

Zhou Lang stared at the sentence.

This is the same as what Zhang Liang said.

However, the exact location of the heart is still not given.

"The thing I cherish most," he repeated. "What is it?"

He walked around the room and saw a photo frame on the bedside table.

There is a photograph in the frame.

The photo shows a young woman wearing a white dress, smiling gently.

Zhou Lang picked up the photo frame and turned it over to the back.

The back reads: My love.

He froze for a moment.

"spouse?"

Do ghosts have lovers?

Zhou Lang felt this was a bit outrageous.

But the photo is indeed here, which shows that the owner values ​​this woman highly.

"Could it be..." he thought for a moment, "that the heart is hidden inside this photograph?"

He disassembled the picture frame and examined it carefully.

But there was nothing inside; it was just an ordinary photograph.

Zhou Lang was a little disappointed.

He put the picture frame back in its place and continued searching the room.

After searching for a long time, I still found nothing.

"It doesn't seem to be here," he thought.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

Heavy, slow.

Just like the footsteps at midnight.

He is the master.

Zhou Lang's heart tightened.

Why did the master come back at this time?

He glanced at his watch.

It's only 11 p.m. now.

It's not time for the inspection yet.

"Oh no," he thought.

The footsteps grew closer.

Zhou Lang didn't have time to think, and immediately crawled under the bed to hide.

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open.

The owner entered the room.

Zhou Lang hid under the bed and peered out through the crack.

He could only see a pair of black leather shoes slowly walking across the room.

The leather shoes circled the room once, finally stopping in front of the bookshelf.

Splash!

The sound of turning pages.

The owner is reading a book.

Zhou Lang held his breath and remained motionless.

All he can do now is wait.

Waiting for the owner to leave.

But the owner read for a long time and showed no sign of leaving.

Zhou Lang was getting a little anxious.

It's already 11:30 p.m.

In half an hour, it will be midnight.

The owner will then go to inspect the manor.

If the owner finds him missing from the room during a routine inspection, he will definitely become suspicious.

"I need to think of a way," Zhou Lang thought.

He felt his pocket; inside were an oil lamp and scissors.

The chainsaw was too big, so we didn't bring it with us.

But an oil lamp and scissors should be enough.

He was thinking about what to do when he suddenly heard his master speak.

"Come out," the master's voice was calm. "I know you're under the bed."

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment.

Discovered?

He didn't go out immediately, but continued to hide, trying to confirm whether his master was bluffing him.

"Aren't you coming out?" the master said again. "Then I'll lift the bed up."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the bed suddenly flew up.

Caught off guard, Zhou Lang was directly exposed to his master.

He looked up and saw his master's face.

The owner was dressed in a black tuxedo and was tall.

But there was nothing on his face.

It has no eyes, no nose, and no mouth.

It was just a blank page.

Zhou Lang stared at his master's face for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "How do you wash your face?"

The owner paused for a moment.

"...What?"

"I'm asking you how you wash your face." Zhou Lang said seriously, "If you don't have facial features, washing your face should be very simple, right?"

The master remained silent.

The temperature in the room plummeted.

The walls began to freeze, and the floor began to crack.

The owner is angry.

"You're courting death," the master said.

"I'm asking a question." Zhou Lang stood up, dusting himself off. "If you don't want to answer, you can just say so."

The master didn't say anything, but took action immediately.

A black hand reached out from its owner's body and grabbed at Zhou Lang.