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

The Ghost King stopped in front of the crowd and looked down at them.

Those eyes were pure black, with no whites, and just one look at them sent chills down your spine.

"Scatter!" Li Feng shouted.

The players immediately dispersed, forming an encirclement formation.

The Ghost King moved.

Its speed was terrifying; its five-meter-tall body could move instantly. With a single slap, three players were instantly turned into mincemeat.

"Attack its joints!" someone shouted.

Several ranged players began unleashing their skills. Fireballs, ice spikes, and lightning bolts rained down on the Ghost King.

But the corpse on the Ghost King fell off automatically, blocking all attacks.

"It's no use," the bandaged man said. "This ghost king's defense is too high; normal attacks can't break through it."

"What should we do then?" Zhou Lang asked.

"Find their weaknesses," the bandaged man said. "Four-star monsters all have fatal weaknesses; finding them will result in a fatal blow."

Zhou Lang dodged the Ghost King's attack and observed carefully.

The Ghost King's body was made up of corpses, so densely packed that it was impossible to see any weaknesses.

and many more.

Zhou Lang noticed a peculiar corpse on the Ghost King's chest.

The body was fresher than the others, its skin still had color. The sutures were also unusually thick, as if they had been deliberately reinforced.

"Chest," Zhou Lang said.

"What?" Zhao Qiang asked.

"The Ghost King's weakness is in his chest, in that fresh corpse."

How did you know?

"Just a guess," Zhou Lang said, "but it's probably right."

Zhao Qiang hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe.

"I'll lure it away, you find an opportunity to attack."

"No need," Zhou Lang said. "I can do it myself."

He charged toward the Ghost King, his chainsaw spinning at full speed.

When the Ghost King saw Zhou Lang, he reached out and slapped him.

Zhou Lang didn't dodge; instead, he rolled to the Ghost King's feet at the last moment and then climbed up its leg.

The corpse on the Ghost King's body began to writhe, trying to shake Zhou Lang off.

But Zhou Lang held on tightly, climbing all the way up to his chest.

Upon closer inspection, the face of the fresh corpse was clearly visible.

He was a young man with his eyes closed and a calm expression.

Without hesitation, Zhou Lang plunged the chainsaw directly into the corpse's heart.

A spurt of black blood gushed out, soaking Zhou Lang.

The Ghost King let out a piercing scream, and his body began to collapse.

All the corpses fell off at the same time and scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Lang fell from mid-air and was caught by Zhao Qiang.

"Did you succeed?" Zhao Qiang asked.

"Um."

The Ghost King's body completely disappeared, leaving only the young man's corpse.

Li Feng walked over, looked at the corpse on the ground, and his expression was solemn.

"These are the team members who went missing during the last operation."

"Missing?" Zhou Lang asked.

"Three months ago, we sent a small team into this instance to investigate," Li Feng said. "The entire team was wiped out; we didn't even find their bodies. It turns out the Ghost King had made it the core."

Zhou Lang looked at the corpse and felt somewhat uncomfortable.

This person must have been a high-level player in life, but in the end, they still died here and were even manipulated by ghosts.

"Don't overthink it," the bandaged man said. "You can't save him, you can only make sure you don't become the next one."

Zhou Lang took a deep breath and adjusted his mindset.

"The core is still on the third underground level. Let's continue," Li Feng ordered.

The team regrouped and took a headcount.

The team of over fifty people has dwindled to just over thirty. Nearly a third of them were lost in the last battle.

And this is just the beginning.

"How did you know about the weakness just now?" Lin Yu suddenly asked.

Zhou Lang looked at her: "You're lucky."

"I don't believe in luck," Lin Yu said. "You must have some special ability."

Zhou Lang didn't respond.

Lin Yu didn't press further, but just glanced at Zhou Lang before turning and leaving.

"She's testing you," Han Yingying whispered.

"I know," Zhou Lang said, "but it's okay."

The group ventured deep into the factory, descending the rusty stairs.

First floor, second floor, third floor...

The further down you go, the colder the air becomes. Strange runes begin to appear on the walls, emitting a faint red glow.

"What are these?" someone asked.

"A sealing talisman," Li Feng said. "It's used to suppress the core of the dungeon. But it looks like it's already ineffective."

Zhou Lang touched the rune, and his fingers stung.

"Don't touch them," the bandaged man said. "These runes are cursed; touching them too much will backfire."

Zhou Lang withdrew his hand and continued walking down.

The entrance to the third underground level is a huge stone door, covered with intricate patterns.

"Are you ready?" Li Feng asked.

No one answered.

Li Feng pushed open the stone door, revealing a huge space inside.

A black sphere floats in the center of the space, its surface flowing with strange patterns.

"Is that the core?" Zhao Qiang asked.

"It should be," Li Feng said.

Zhou Lang stared at the sphere, feeling that something was off.

"Bandage, don't you feel...?"

"There's a trap," the bandaged man said. "The core is too conspicuous; it doesn't make sense."

Zhou Lang frowned: "Then where is the real core?"

"I don't know," the bandaged man said, "but it's definitely not this."

At this moment, Li Feng had already led his men close to the sphere.

"Wait!" Zhou Lang shouted.

But it was too late.

The moment Li Feng's hand touched the sphere, the entire space suddenly trembled violently.

The sphere exploded, and countless black tentacles surged out, instantly entangling Li Feng and the people around him.

"Damn it!" Li Feng struggled, "This is fake!"

The tentacles tightened their grip, and the bodies of those people began to melt, turning into black liquid, which was then sucked into the sphere.

"Retreat!" someone shouted.

But the stone gate was already closed.

The group was trapped in this space and could only watch helplessly as the tentacles continued to expand.

"What do we do now?" Zhao Qiang asked.

Zhou Lang looked around, searching for an exit.

He noticed that there were several runes on the wall that were particularly bright and arranged in a regular pattern.

"There," Zhou Lang pointed to the wall, "the real core should be behind that wall."

How did you know?

"The arrangement of those runes is an array, specifically used to hide things," Zhou Lang said. "I've seen it in intelligence files."

Lin Yu also noticed the runes: "That's certainly possible."

"Then let's break through this wall," said the bald, burly man.

"No," Zhou Lang said. "The formation has a defensive function; a direct attack will only trigger a counterattack. We have to break it in sequence."

"You can?"

"Give it a try."

Zhou Lang walked to the wall and placed his hand on the first rune.

The rune emitted a red light, then went out.

Zhou Lang continued pressing the second, third...

Each time you press one button, the wall vibrates.

When the last rune went out, the entire wall collapsed with a roar.

Behind the wall was a narrow passage, at the end of which there was a faint light.

"Let's go quickly," Zhou Lang said.

The group rushed into the passage, pursued relentlessly by the tentacles behind them.

The passage was short, and at the end was a small room.

There was a crystal coffin in the room, and a little girl was lying inside.

The girl was wearing a white dress, her face was pale, and her eyes were closed.

"Is this the core?" Han Yingying asked.

Zhou Lang approached the coffin and examined it carefully.

The girl looked to be only seven or eight years old and was very cute. But Zhou Lang could sense that she exuded a strong ghostly aura.