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

At the end of the corridor was a double wooden door. A sign hung on the door: VIP Area.

Zhao Qiang pushed open the door.

Inside was a large room. In the center was a pool. The water in the pool was red.

There were many white things floating on the water.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be human bones.

Four women stood by the pool. They were wearing white bathrobes, and their long hair covered their faces.

"One male guest." The four women spoke at the same time. Their voices overlapped, creating a jarring effect.

Old Ma stepped back. "I can't handle this."

The four women raised their heads. They had no faces. Their faces were just flat, white flesh.

They took off their bathrobes. Beneath the bathrobes, instead of bodies, were countless intertwined red tubes.

The tube wriggled like a snake.

"What is this thing?" Zhao Qiang cursed, swinging the iron rod at the woman closest to him.

The iron rod struck the pipe, causing the pipe to scatter and then quickly wrap around the iron rod again.

The woman pulled hard, causing Zhao Qiang to stumble forward a step.

The other three women rushed towards Zhou Lang and Han Yingying.

Zhou Lang started the chainsaw and slashed at a woman. The saw blade cut through several pipes, from which red liquid flowed out.

Liquid dripped onto the ground, emitting white smoke.

It is corrosive.

Zhou Lang stepped back. The tubes on the woman's body extended, lashing out like whips.

Zhou Lang blocked it with a chainsaw. The pipe got tangled in the saw blade.

Han Yingying's hands glowed with green light. She threw the ball of light at Zhao Qiang. Zhao Qiang increased his strength, roared, and forcefully pulled the iron rod from the woman's hand.

Zhao Qiang swung his stick back and smashed it on the woman's head.

The woman's head was shattered. Her body lay on the ground, the tubes still twisting.

Liu Wei stood outside the door, a screwdriver in his hand. He watched the fight inside, his legs trembling.

"Old Ma, help me out!" Liu Wei shouted.

Old Ma pulled out two yellow talismans. "These are my most treasured possessions!"

He rushed into the room and threw the talisman at the two women.

"Set!" Old Ma shouted.

The talisman was pasted on the woman's body. The woman's movements stopped.

Zhou Lang seized the opportunity, and with a sweeping motion of his chainsaw, severed the two women by the waist.

The last remaining woman's tube suddenly swelled up and wrapped around Zhou Lang's ankle.

The woman pulled hard, and Zhou Lang fell to the ground.

The tube climbed up Zhou Lang's leg, trying to get inside his clothes.

Zhou Lang swung his cane and struck the pipe. The pipe was slippery, and the cane missed its mark.

Han Yingying rushed over, her palm glowing green, and pressed it directly onto the tube.

When the green light touched the tube, the tube made a hissing sound, as if it were being burned.

The woman screamed and released Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang stood up and used a chainsaw to cut off the woman's head.

The battle is over.

Zhou Lang dusted himself off. He looked at Han Yingying's hand.

"Does your skill damage monsters?" Zhou Lang asked.

Han Yingying looked at her hand. "I don't know. I was in a hurry just now, so I just pressed it on."

Liu Wei walked in and looked at the pipes scattered all over the floor. "Boss, your skill is exactly the same as Bai Ye's. Bai Ye's healing beam deals true damage to monsters."

Han Yingying didn't say anything. Her head started to ache again.

Zhou Lang looked at her. "Take a five-minute break."

He walked to the edge of the pool. The water in the pool was still bubbling.

Old Ma sidled up. "Brother, those two talismans cost me two hundred points. I really lost out this time."

Han Yingying walked over. "Old Ma, Liu Wei, do you two want to team up with us? We can do dungeons together from now on."

Old Ma paused for a moment. He looked at Liu Wei.

Liu Wei shook his head. "Girl, it's not that we're ungrateful. You guys are fighting tough battles. We're not strong enough to handle it. If this D-rank dungeon is this weird, who knows what we'll encounter in the future?"

Old Ma nodded. "Yeah. We still want to grind in low-level dungeons. I wouldn't have used those two talismans if I hadn't seen you guys were about to collapse."

Han Yingying didn't press the issue. "Alright. Everyone has their own ambitions."

Zhou Lang stood by the pool, stirring the water with his cane.

He bumped into something hard.

Zhou Lang picked out the items.

It is an iron plaque.

A symbol is engraved on the iron plate.

It has the same symbols as the black card.

The symbols on the iron plate were very conspicuous under the red light.

Zhou Lang held the iron plate in his hand. It felt icy cold to the touch.

"What is this?" Han Yingying walked over.

Zhou Lang flipped the iron plate over. There was nothing on the back.

"It's the number plate for the bathhouse, right?" Zhou Lang put the metal plate into his pocket.

Han Yingying watched his movements. She saw the symbol. It looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

Zhou Lang offered no explanation.

Han Yingying didn't ask.

The two exchanged a glance, then looked away.

Zhou Lang felt a tightness in his chest. He felt Han Yingying should have asked him. If she had, he might have told her. But she didn't. This unspoken understanding made him uncomfortable.

"Let's go, let's find the source." Zhou Lang carried the chainsaw and walked deeper into the room.

There is a hidden door at the back of the room.

Liu Wei used a wire to open the hidden door.

Inside is a downward staircase.

The stairs are narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time.

Zhou Lang walked at the front, with Zhao Qiang bringing up the rear.

After going down two floors, we arrived at a basement.

There were more than a dozen glass jars in the basement. The jars were filled with a green liquid. Each jar contained a person.

There are men and women.

Their eyes were closed, and their bodies were covered in tubes. The tubes were connected to a machine in the center of the basement.

The machine is running, making a buzzing sound.

On top of the machine, there is a red stone.

It looks a lot like the stone on the altar in the previous instance, but it's a bit smaller.

"This is the source," Zhou Lang said.

He walked over, ready to smash the stone.

"Wait," the bandaged man said in his mind. "This machine is drawing blood."

Zhou Lang stopped. He looked at the person inside the jar.

"They're draining these people's life force, converting it into energy, and then transferring it into the stone," the bandaged man said. "The stone is a receiver. The energy is transmitted to other places through the stone."

"Where will we be teleported to?" Zhou Lang asked.

"I don't know. But the reason the monsters in this dungeon are so strong is because they are powered by this energy."

Zhou Lang understood. This bathhouse was essentially an energy extraction station.

He raised his cane and smashed it against the stone.

"stop!"

A voice came from the corner of the basement.

A man in a suit came out. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked like a manager.

"You have damaged company property and you are liable for compensation," the manager said.

Zhou Lang looked at him. "Are you the owner here?"

"I'm in charge here." The manager adjusted his glasses. "You can leave. As long as you don't touch that rock, I can pretend you were never here."

"The task requires cleaning up the source," Zhou Lang said.

"The mission is fixed, but people are flexible." The manager smiled. "As long as you leave, I can give each of you a thousand points."

Old Ma's eyes lit up. "A thousand points? Really?"