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

Zhou Lang looked at Li Feng and began to calculate in his mind.

5000 points of Mystery plus a two-star Ghostly Weapon is quite a lot. But the question is, can I get it alive?

"Is there a problem?" Li Feng asked.

Someone in the crowd raised their hand: "What if we quit halfway through?"

"Impossible." Li Feng's tone was cold. "Once you enter the dungeon, you either clear it or you die. There is no third option."

The man's hand froze in mid-air before slowly lowering itself.

"Any other questions?" Li Feng scanned the room.

No one spoke.

"Very good, let's enter the instance now." Li Feng took out a black compass. "Everyone, stay close."

The compass emitted a faint glow, and the air began to distort. Zhou Lang felt a wave of dizziness, and his vision blurred.

When he came to his senses, he was already standing at the entrance of a dilapidated factory.

The factory was huge, at least the size of three or four football fields. The iron gates were rusty, the windows were shattered, and the walls were covered with vines.

"This is the dungeon entrance," Li Feng said. "Remember, once inside, follow orders. Anyone who dares to act without authorization will face consequences."

Zhou Lang observed his surroundings and found that the players had been divided into five teams, each with about ten people.

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying are both on his team.

"Good luck," Zhao Qiang said in a low voice.

Zhou Lang didn't reply; he was looking at the other people in the group.

There was a bald, burly man carrying a giant axe; he looked like a formidable fighter. There was also a skinny man wearing glasses, carrying a large bag; it was unclear what it contained.

The most eye-catching one was a woman.

She was dressed in a black leather jacket, tall and slender, with a half-mask covering her face. Two daggers were tucked into her waistband, and her eyes were sharp.

"That's Lin Yu," Han Yingying whispered, "the fifteenth ranked expert."

Zhou Lang nodded, feeling reassured.

This team's composition is decent; at least it's not a cannon fodder team.

"All teams, prepare to enter," Li Feng ordered.

The iron gate slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black passage.

Zhou Lang gripped the chainsaw tightly and followed the group inside.

The corridor was long, lined with rusty pipes and broken machinery. The air was thick with the smells of mildew and blood.

"Be careful," Lin Yu suddenly said, "Something's coming."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark figure pounced down from the ceiling.

It was a stitched-together corpse demon, its body pieced together from several corpses, the stitches crooked and twisted, making it look particularly disgusting.

The bald, burly man swung his axe, cleaving the corpse demon in two.

But the Corpse Demon was not dead; its two halves twisted on the ground, trying to piece themselves back together.

"Burn it," Lin Yu said.

Han Yingying immediately threw a fireball, and the corpse demon was burned to ashes.

"That's it?" the bald, burly man said dismissively. "Even a three-star monster is nothing special."

"Don't be careless," Lin Yu said coldly. "That was just the weakest one."

The bald, burly man pursed his lips and said nothing more.

The procession continued forward.

Zhou Lang walked in the middle, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings while thinking.

The bandaged man was right; this mission was indeed dangerous. But danger also means opportunity.

If we can find a vulnerability in the copy, we might be able to gain even greater benefits.

"Bandage, can you sense the location of the core?" Zhou Lang asked in his mind.

"No," the bandaged man said. "The ghostly aura in this instance is too strong; it's interfering with my senses."

"Then we'll have to search slowly."

"You're still thinking about finding loopholes?" the bandaged man asked.

"Of course," Zhou Lang said. "Since we're here, we can't leave empty-handed."

A scream suddenly came from ahead.

Zhou Lang looked up and saw that a small team had been attacked.

A dozen or so stitched-up corpse demons rushed out from all directions and surrounded the squad.

"Support them!" Li Feng shouted.

But it was too late.

The corpse demons attacked swiftly, tearing several players to shreds on the spot. The remaining players fought back desperately, but the corpse demons were endless; one would fall and another would rise again.

"Damn it," Lin Yu cursed, "they've come back to life nearby."

Zhou Lang squinted and observed carefully.

After the Corpse Demon is killed, its body turns into black mist, which then reforms nearby. The entire process takes less than five seconds.

"The core is definitely nearby," Zhou Lang said.

"Nonsense," said the bald, burly man, "but how do we find it?"

Zhou Lang ignored him and continued to observe.

He discovered that the resurrected corpse demons were not randomly located, but rather concentrated in a certain direction.

"Follow me." Zhou Lang said and ran to the left.

"Feed!" Zhao Qiang shouted, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Lang didn't turn around.

He ran about fifty meters in the direction the corpse demon had resurrected and saw a rusted iron gate.

There was a lock hanging on the door, and the lock was rusted through.

Zhou Lang raised the chainsaw and cleaved the chain in one stroke.

The iron gate opened, revealing a small room. In the center of the room stood a black altar, upon which rested a pulsating heart.

"Found it."

Zhou Lang walked over and picked up the chainsaw.

His heart sensed danger and began to pound wildly. Countless black tentacles reached out from the altar, grabbing at Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang started the chainsaw, and the saw teeth rotated at high speed.

He severed all the tentacles with a saw, then cleaved straight for the heart.

puff.

The heart was split in two, and black blood splattered all over the ground.

The battlefield outside suddenly fell silent.

All the stitched-up corpse demons stopped moving at the same time, and then turned into black mist and dissipated.

"What happened?" someone asked.

Li Feng paused for a moment, then asked through the walkie-talkie: "Each squad, report the situation."

"Second team reporting: All the Corpse Demons have vanished."

"Team Three reports, same situation."

"Fourth team..."

Li Feng frowned and looked in the direction where Zhou Lang was.

At this moment, Zhou Lang walked out of the small room, carrying half a heart in his hand.

"What is this?" Lin Yu asked.

"It's part of the core of the instance," Zhou Lang said. "Those corpse demons were resurrected using it."

The bald, burly man's eyes widened: "You destroyed it?"

"Um."

"How did you find it?"

"Observe," Zhou Lang said. "The resurrected locations of the Corpse Demons follow a pattern; just follow that pattern."

Everyone looked at each other.

It sounds simple, but in that chaotic situation just now, who could remain calm and observe?

Lin Yu looked at Zhou Lang with a complicated expression.

"What's your name?"

"Zhou Lang".

"I've got it," Lin Yu said.

When Li Feng arrived, his expression changed upon seeing the half-heart on the ground.

"You destroyed the resurrection core?"

"Yes," Zhou Lang said. "Is there a problem?"

"Of course there's a problem," Li Feng said. "This is just a small outer core; the real core is three levels underground. If you act rashly like this, you'll alert the enemy."

"It's too late." Zhou Lang pointed ahead.

Heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the factory, as if something enormous was moving.

Li Feng's face darkened even more.

"Everyone on alert, the Ghost King is about to emerge."

The Ghost King was bigger than I had imagined.

When it emerged from deep within the factory, the entire building shook.

They were at least five meters tall, their bodies stitched together with corpses, each retaining the expression they had before death. Some were crying, some were laughing, and some were screaming silently with their mouths open.

"This is a four-star monster?" The bald, muscular man swallowed hard.