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

The humanoid figure was three meters tall and its body was made up of various odds and ends—tables, chairs, a television, a refrigerator, and bones.

It stood in front of Zhou Lang, looking down at him.

"You've found me," it said, its voice deep and resonant, as if it came from underground.

Zhou Lang raised the oil lamp, and the green light shone on it.

"You're the mastermind behind it all?"

"Yes," it said, "I am the owner of this building."

"You're not," Zhou Lang said. "You're just a murderer."

It was silent for a few seconds, then laughed: "Murderer? I just did what I wanted to do."

"Rape, murder, arson," Zhou Lang said. "You've done quite a lot."

"So what?" it said. "I'm already dead, no one can judge me."

"That's not necessarily true," Zhou Lang said.

He took the chainsaw out of his inventory, pulled the switch, and the chainsaw emitted a piercing roar.

"Today, I will judge you."

The sound of chainsaws echoed through the empty warehouse.

The giant humanoid figure made of debris moved. It raised its hand, and a chair fell off its arm and hurled at Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang dodged to the side, and the chair crashed to the ground, shattering into several pieces.

"You think you can kill me?" it said. "I am one with this building. As long as the building stands, I will not die."

"Then destroy this building," Zhou Lang said.

He rushed forward, aiming the chainsaw at the humanoid figure's leg and hacking down. The chainsaw sliced ​​through the debris, making a screeching sound. Wood chips and metal fragments flew everywhere.

The humanoid figure took a step back, raised its other foot, and stomped down on Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang rolled away, his foot landing where he had just been standing, leaving a large crater in the ground.

"Zhao Qiang, Han Yingying!" Zhou Lang shouted, "Go find the load-bearing pillars of this building and cut them down!"

"What?" Zhao Qiang was stunned for a moment.

"Hurry!" Zhou Lang said, "If this building collapses, it'll be dead!"

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying exchanged a glance, then turned and ran out of the warehouse.

The humanoid figure tried to give chase, but Zhou Lang stopped it. Zhou Lang raised his chainsaw and began hacking at its body.

"You can't escape," Zhou Lang said.

"You can't escape," it said.

Its body suddenly scattered, and the debris shot towards Zhou Lang like bullets. Zhou Lang raised the oil lamp, and the green light formed a barrier, blocking most of the debris.

However, a few things still managed to pass through the barrier and hit Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang grunted and took a few steps back. He looked down and saw that a wooden plank had hit him in the chest, tearing his clothes and drawing blood.

"Does it hurt?" it asked. "This is just the beginning."

The scattered debris reassembled, this time transforming into several small humanoid figures. They surrounded Zhou Lang from all sides, launching a simultaneous attack.

Zhou Lang swung his chainsaw and severed one of the humanoid arms. But another humanoid attacked from behind, punching him in the back.

Zhou Lang was knocked forward and staggered a few steps, almost falling over.

"You can't beat me," it said. "Give up."

Zhou Lang didn't speak. He took out the "soaked cheongsam" from his inventory and draped it over his shoulders. The cheongsam emitted a faint green light, and the small humanoids noticeably slowed down as they approached.

Zhou Lang seized the opportunity and swung the chainsaw repeatedly, cutting the three humanoid figures in half.

The remaining humanoids retreated and reassembled into a large humanoid.

"That's interesting," it said, "but not enough."

It raised its hand, and the entire warehouse began to shake. Bricks fell from the walls, and beams in the ceiling snapped. The fragments flew towards Zhou Lang like a torrential rain.

Zhou Lang raised the oil lamp, and its green light formed a spherical barrier, enveloping him inside. Fragments struck the barrier with a series of thuds.

But the barrier won't last long.

The oil lamp began to flicker, and cracks appeared in the barrier.

Just then, the entire building suddenly began to shake violently.

"What?" The humanoid stopped attacking and turned to look outside.

Zhou Lang smiled: "They succeeded."

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying found the load-bearing pillars and cut them down using the tools Zhou Lang had given them. The entire building lost its support and began to collapse.

"No!" the humanoid roared, "What are you doing?!"

It rushed out of the warehouse, trying to stop the building from collapsing. But it was too late.

The ceiling began to fall, the walls cracked, and the entire building collapsed like building blocks.

Zhou Lang ran out of the warehouse and saw Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying in the corridor. The two were running out, with the building collapsing behind them.

"Hurry up!" Zhou Lang shouted.

The three rushed out the door and ran to the open space outside. A huge roar came from behind them; the entire building had completely collapsed.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the view.

The air in the basement was as cold as an icebox.

Zhou Lang walked forward, holding an oil lamp. The green light illuminated a narrow passage, and the walls on both sides were covered with yellowed photographs. The photographs all showed the same person—the owner of the manor, in his youth.

"These photos..." Han Yingying stared at the wall, "...spanning at least thirty years."

Zhou Lang glanced at the photos but didn't say anything. The manor owner in the photos changed from youth to middle age, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy, and in the last few photos, his eyes were completely empty.

At the end of the passage was a wooden door.

The door wasn't locked; it opened with a gentle push.

Inside was a small room with a table in the center and a yellowed diary on it. Zhou Lang walked over and opened it. The first page read: "March 15, 1987. Today I bought this manor."

The following content records the daily life of the manor owner, which is quite mundane. But starting from page 50, the handwriting becomes messy: "I discovered a secret room in the basement, and something was moving inside."

"What is that?" Zhao Qiang leaned closer to look.

Zhou Lang continued flipping through the pages.

"That thing can talk. It told me it can grant any wish, as long as I pay the price."

"I agree."

"The price is the sacrifice of one person every month."

"In the first month I sacrificed the homeless, in the second month the beggars, in the third month..."

The handwriting became increasingly messy, and the last page contained only one sentence: "It deceived me, and I became a part of it."

This concludes my diary entry.

Zhou Lang closed the notebook and turned to look at the corner of the room. There was a hidden door leading downwards, half-open, from which faint breathing sounds could be heard.

"There's more down there," he said.

Zhao Qiang's face turned pale: "Should we go back first?"

"You can wait here." Zhou Lang opened the hidden door, which led to an even narrower staircase, only wide enough for one person to pass through.

Han Yingying bit her lip and followed.

Zhao Qiang hesitated for three seconds before following him down.

The stairs were steep, and Zhou Lang walked slowly. The light from the oil lamp shone on the wall, revealing words carved all over it, densely packed, all saying "Save me."

The characters vary in depth, some are already blurred, and some look as if they were just carved.

"This is..." Han Yingying reached out and touched the wall, her fingertips getting stained with something dark red.