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

Zhou Lang stood in the crowd and glanced at the players around him.

The expressions on these people's faces were all similar: nervous, uneasy, and a little bit of relief.

They were probably all thinking, "What if I'm lucky and manage to get back alive?"

"Is there a problem?" Li Feng asked.

No one spoke.

"Very good." Li Feng nodded. "Then let's start dividing into groups now."

He pulled a stack of names out of his pocket.

"First squad, responsible for clearing the perimeter. Team leader: Zhao Qiang."

Zhao Qiang paused for a moment, then walked to the front.

Li Feng continued calling out names, and Zhou Lang heard that he had been assigned to the third squad.

The team leader was a woman in her thirties named Liu Fang. Zhou Lang had seen her profile; she was a B-rank player who had completed fifteen dungeons.

Han Yingying was assigned to the second team.

After the groups were formed, Li Feng told each team to assemble on their own.

Zhou Lang walked to the position of the third squad, counted, and there were ten people in total.

Liu Fang glanced at her team members.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Fang, a B-level player," she said. "I'll be in charge of this operation. Any objections?"

No one objected.

"Okay, then you can introduce yourselves as well."

The team members spoke in turn.

There was a tall, thin man named Zhang Wei, a B-level player, whose weapon was a dagger.

There's also a fat guy named Wang Lei, a C-level player, whose ghost weapon is a shield.

When it was Zhou Lang's turn, he simply said, "Zhou Lang, C-level, his weapon is a chainsaw."

Liu Fang glanced at him but didn't say anything.

After the introduction, Li Feng asked everyone to enter the instance.

The gates of the abandoned factory slowly opened, revealing complete darkness inside.

Zhou Lang followed the group inside, and heard the sound of shattering glass beneath his feet.

The factory was quiet, so quiet it was unsettling.

"Keep the formation," Liu Fang whispered.

The group walked forward for about fifty meters when they suddenly heard a strange noise.

Zhou Lang turned his head and saw something moving in the corner.

"It's a low-level ghost," Liu Fang said. "Zhang Wei, go and deal with it."

Zhang Wei walked over, flashed his dagger, and the thing fell to the ground.

"keep going."

The group traveled for a while longer and encountered more and more low-level ghosts and monsters.

These monsters are not very strong, but there are many of them.

Zhou Lang took out a chainsaw and sawed through several of the monsters that pounced at him.

"Strange and unpredictable +50".

A system notification sounded in my ear.

Zhou Lang frowned.

These low-level ghosts offer too little intrigue.

He calculated that even if he cleared away all the ghosts and monsters on the periphery, he probably wouldn't earn much.

"This operation was a huge loss," Wang Lei muttered to himself.

Zhou Lang remained silent.

He knew in his heart that the 5000 points of cunning and the two-star ghost weapon promised by Li Feng were the real rewards.

But the prerequisite is that you have to complete the mission alive.

The team continued deeper into the factory and soon reached the central area.

There is a huge workshop here, filled with rusting machines.

"Stop." Liu Fang raised her hand.

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

"There's a three-star monster ahead," Liu Fang said. "I can sense its presence."

Zhou Lang gripped the chainsaw tightly.

Samsung's Ghost is not easy to deal with.

"Zhang Wei, Wang Lei, you two come with me," Liu Fang said. "The rest of you will provide support from behind."

The three walked forward, with Zhou Lang following behind.

Heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the workshop.

A huge figure emerged from the darkness.

It was a monster over three meters tall, its body covered in pieces of flesh, and its face had several different faces.

"The Stitching Corpse Demon," Liu Fang said.

The monster let out a piercing roar and charged forward.

Liu Fang drew a long sword and went to meet him.

Zhang Wei and Wang Lei flanked from both sides.

Zhou Lang stood still, observing the battle.

This stitched corpse demon was indeed very powerful; it took Liu Fang and the other two working together to barely suppress it.

The problem is, this thing can come back to life.

Even if you kill it now, it will reappear after a while.

Zhou Lang recalled the contents of the intelligence report.

To completely eliminate the monsters, the core of the dungeon must be destroyed.

"Zhou Lang, what are you standing there for?" Liu Fang shouted.

Zhou Lang snapped out of his daze and rushed forward.

The chainsaw roared as it sawed into the monster's body.

"Strange and unpredictable +500".

The monster collapsed, turning into a pool of black liquid.

"It's resolved." Wang Lei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't relax," Liu Fang said. "It will recover soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black liquid on the ground began to wriggle.

Less than a minute later, the Stitched Corpse Demon stood up again.

"Damn it," Wang Lei cursed.

Liu Fang frowned.

"Keep going deeper, find the core of the instance," she said.

The group bypassed the stitched-up corpse demon and headed deeper into the factory.

We encountered several three-star monsters along the way, and each battle was very difficult.

Zhou Lang discovered that his eccentricity had increased to over 3000.

However, the cost was a significant loss of energy and a minor injury.

"The underground entrance is just ahead," Liu Fang said, pointing to a rusty iron gate.

The iron gate was half open, and a cold, damp atmosphere emanated from inside.

"Be careful," Liu Fang said, and went inside first.

Zhou Lang followed behind, gripping the chainsaw tightly.

The underground passage is very narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

Several old lamps hung on the wall, emitting a dim light.

The group walked down the passage and soon arrived at the underground level.

This is a warehouse, filled with discarded materials.

"Let's continue," Liu Fang said.

The second basement level is a laboratory, filled with broken glassware.

Zhou Lang saw several corpses on the experimental table, which were already decomposed beyond recognition.

"What was this place used for before?" a team member asked.

"I don't know," Liu Fang said, "but it's definitely not a good thing."

The group continued down and finally reached the third basement level.

The space here is very large, with a huge altar in the center.

A black crystal, emitting an ominous light, rested on the altar.

"That's the core of the instance," Liu Fang said.

Zhou Lang stared at the crystal, a sense of unease rising within him.

Just then, a figure emerged from behind the altar.

It was a monster dressed in a black robe with a white mask on its face.

"The Ghost King," Liu Fang said.

The Ghost King did not speak, but stood quietly in front of the altar.

Zhou Lang felt a powerful sense of oppression.

This guy's strength far surpasses that of a three-star monster.

"Everyone, prepare for battle," Liu Fang said.

The team members all took out their weapons.

The Ghost King raised his hand, and black mist surged from it.

The fog instantly enveloped the entire third underground level.

Zhou Lang's vision went black, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

"Scatter!" Liu Fang shouted.

Zhou Lang rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding an attack.

Screams echoed from within the black mist.

One of the team members was killed by the Ghost King.

Zhou Lang gritted his teeth and started the chainsaw.

The roar of the chainsaw was particularly jarring in the black fog.

He charged toward the direction of the Ghost King, guided by the sound.

What did the chainsaw hit?

"Strange and unpredictable +1000".

Zhou Lang was secretly delighted.

He struck the Ghost King.

But the next second, a tremendous force struck his chest.

Zhou Lang was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall.

"puff."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Several ribs were broken.

Zhou Lang took out the treatment medicine from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.

The injury has improved slightly, but it still hurts a lot.

As the black mist gradually dissipated, Zhou Lang could see the situation before him clearly.