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

"No," Li Feng said.

Zhou Lang nodded, took the box, and turned to leave.

He knew Li Feng was lying. But he didn't expose him. This game was too complicated; he didn't want to get involved in military secrets yet.

Han Yingying and Zhao Qiang followed behind him.

Old Ma and Liu Wei stood at a distance, waved to them, and then blended into the crowd.

The three of them walked onto a deserted street.

Zhou Lang opened the black box.

Inside was a black card. There were no words on the card, only a strange symbol.

That symbol was exactly the same as the runes on the altar stone fragments.

Han Yingying opened her eyes. The water stain on the ceiling looked like a distorted human face. She ignored the stain and stared at the digital clock on the bedside table. Three in the morning.

I had that dream again.

White Bone Square, White Staff.

She sat up and poured herself a glass of cold water. The water flowed down her throat and into her stomach; it was icy cold. She turned on her phone and went to a horror game forum. She typed "White Night" into the search bar.

The page is empty.

There are no posts, no videos, not even discussion logs.

Liu Wei clearly stated that he had watched Bai Ye's videos on the forum.

Han Yingying put down her phone. She had lost a piece of her memory. This memory was related to Bai Ye. She touched her right hand. When she activated her skill, her palm would glow green. She needed to find Liu Wei and ask him about it.

On the other side, Zhou Lang sat at the table. On the table were the black card and a fragment of stone.

The runes on both are exactly the same.

"What material is this card made of?" Zhou Lang asked in his mind.

"I don't know," the bandaged man said. "There's no energy fluctuation. It's just an inanimate object."

Zhou Lang put the card in his pocket. Li Feng definitely knew the inside story. But he didn't plan to ask Li Feng. People in the military were cunning; asking would be pointless. He had to investigate himself.

three days later.

A system notification sounded in Zhou Lang's mind.

"Player Zhou Lang has been selected to participate in the D-level dungeon 'Red Rose Bathhouse'. You will be teleported in ten minutes."

Zhou Lang picked up the chainsaw and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

A flash of white light.

Zhou Lang stood in a large hall. The hall was tastelessly decorated, with red LED strips and gold pillars everywhere. There was a cheap perfume smell in the air.

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying stood beside him.

"They've come in again." Zhao Qiang clenched his fist.

Zhou Lang turned his head. Two people were standing in the corner of the hall.

Lao Ma and Liu Wei.

Old Ma was wearing a floral shirt, and Liu Wei was carrying a tool bag.

When Old Ma saw Zhou Lang, the flesh on his face twitched. He took a step back, his back hitting a pillar.

"Why is it you again?" Old Ma's voice trembled.

"It's fate," Zhou Lang said.

Liu Wei sighed, "I knew I hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home today. To run into a bunch of jinxes in a D-level dungeon."

"Rank D?" Zhou Lang glanced at the mission panel.

Mission: Survive for four hours at the Red Rose Bathhouse and clean up the source.

"How did you get in?" Han Yingying asked.

"Drawn by the system." Old Ma rubbed his hands together. "I was thinking, a D-level dungeon, a bathhouse, sounds pretty relaxing. Maybe I'll even run into a few female ghosts giving me a massage and unwind."

Zhou Lang ignored him. He walked to the front desk.

A woman stood behind the reception desk. She was wearing a red halter dress with a very low neckline. Her face was pale and bloodless.

"Sir, would you like a bath or a massage?" the woman asked in a soft voice.

Zhou Lang placed the chainsaw on the front desk.

"Find someone," Zhou Lang said.

The woman's eyes were fixed on the chainsaw. "We don't have the person you're looking for here."

Zhou Lang looked at the woman's chest. There was a name tag hanging there. The name tag read "Technician No. 01".

"Number 01," Zhou Lang said, "Where's your boss?"

The woman's head suddenly turned 180 degrees. The back of her head faced Zhou Lang. On the back of her head was another face. This face was that of an old man, covered in wrinkles.

"The boss doesn't see guests," the old man said.

Zhao Qiang raised the iron rod.

Zhou Lang raised his hand to stop him. He looked at the old man: "If you're not going to be polite, I'll just force my way in."

The old man opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of black smoke.

Zhou Lang stepped aside. The black smoke sprayed onto the computer at the front desk, instantly melting the computer's casing.

strong acid.

Zhou Lang pressed the switch on the chainsaw. The saw blade spun, cutting directly towards the old man's neck.

The woman didn't move, but the old man behind her head stretched out his two withered hands and grabbed the chainsaw blade.

Sparks flew out. The old man's hands were very hard.

Old Ma hid behind a pillar, peeking out half his head. "This female ghost is pretty intriguing, but the back of her head is a bit grotesque."

Liu Wei took a screwdriver out of his bag. "Stop looking, get ready to run."

Zhou Lang pressed down hard on the chainsaw. The old man's fingers were severed. The saw blade cut into the old man's neck. Black blood spurted out.

The woman fell to the ground.

Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw. He squatted down and began groping the woman's body.

"What are you doing?" Han Yingying walked over.

"Looking for the keys." Zhou Lang pulled a bunch of keys from the woman's skirt pocket.

Old Ma ran over, looked at the woman's corpse, and swallowed hard. "Brother, your method was too brutal. It was a female ghost, after all."

"You like it?" Zhou Lang tossed the keys to Old Ma. "It's yours."

Old Ma caught the keys, but his hand trembled, and the keys fell to the ground. "Don't joke around."

Zhou Lang walked forward. Behind the main hall was a corridor. On both sides of the corridor were private rooms.

"Something's not right with this instance," the bandaged man said.

"What's wrong?"

"Monsters in a D-rank dungeon shouldn't have such strong defense. That old man's hands are as hard as those of a C-rank monster."

Zhou Lang touched the black card in his pocket. He had a feeling he could find that kind of rune here too.

The corridor was dark. The red light bulbs flickered on and off.

The perfume scent in the air became even stronger.

Old Ma walked at the very back, his eyes constantly glancing into the private rooms on both sides.

"Liu Wei." Han Yingying slowed her pace and walked alongside Liu Wei.

Liu Wei turned to look at her.

"You said last time that you saw Baiye's video on the forum," Han Yingying said.

Liu Wei nodded: "I've seen it. But the video was later deleted."

Why was it deleted?

"I don't know. It was either blocked by the system or the poster deleted it themselves," Liu Wei said. "That Bai Ye is very mysterious. In the video, she wears a white mask and holds a white staff. She has one skill that can bring people back from the brink of death."

Han Yingying's mind went blank.

A white mask. A white staff.

She closed her eyes. A scene appeared before her. She stood in the Bone Square, wearing a cold mask. All around her were the corpses of monsters.

My head hurts a lot.

Han Yingying stopped and covered her head.

Zhou Lang turned around. "What's wrong?"

Han Yingying's face turned pale. She shook her head: "It's nothing. Just dizzy."

Zhou Lang looked at her for two seconds. "Zhao Qiang, you go first. I'll go in the middle."

Zhao Qiang nodded, picked up the iron rod, and walked to the front.

Zhou Lang walked over to Han Yingying. "Speak up if you're not feeling well."

"I'm really fine." Han Yingying took a deep breath, suppressing her headache.

Zhou Lang didn't ask any more questions. Han Yingying was hiding something from him. He was also hiding something from Han Yingying. They were even.