At eleven o'clock in the evening, the staff knocked on the door on time, and the orange vest uniform was particularly bright in the dark.

"Knock knock~"

A short and rapid knock on the door sounded in the aisle, and the players inside were startled and clenched the props in their hands.

He picked up the crutches that had been placed aside, and walked towards the door step by step.

One of his thighs had been cut off by himself, and the wound had long been painless, but he had lost one leg and had some difficulty moving.

"Who is it?"

Knowing that it was night, the man who couldn't speak loudly lowered his voice and asked out the door.

"Visitor, your time in the lounge has been up, please leave now."

Hearing this, the man opened the door, and the staff outside the door slowly raised a strange smile.

Frightened, the man immediately took out his props and looked at the staff outside the door with a wary expression.

"Get out of here!"

The staff reminded again, staring at the man with cold eyes.

The man walked out slowly with a prop, and was relieved to see that the staff did not attack him.

Follow the staff and walk towards the next player's room.

Woken up four players in a row, and they followed the staff to the first floor, where they left the lounge door under the watchful eye of the staff.

The glass door slowly locked behind them, and the staff turned and disappeared.

The dim lights on the side of the road were shadowy, and it looked like there were countless shadows wriggling there.

The man on crutches glanced towards the bamboo forest, and retracted his head a little timidly.

"It's too cold on this night."

The man craned his neck, but received no response, tilting his head in confusion and looking to the side.

An enlarged grimace appeared in front of his eyes, sticking to his face.

The man trembled and pulled out the props, and was held by a cold hand on his wrist.

As soon as the prop shone brightly, it was crushed by the hand and broken off along with his wrist.

The pain made the man open his mouth, and before he could even scream, a slippery tongue burrowed in and blocked his screams.

His body was gradually devoured, and the long tongue burrowed from his throat into his stomach, eating away at his internal organs.

Soon the four people in front of the gate were eaten clean, and the four ghosts straightened up and rushed towards the staff building.

Another four hours passed, and at three o'clock in the morning, the footsteps of the staff rang out in the hallway.

This time he only knocked on one door, and the man lying on the bed looked irritable, and opened his eyes very unhappily, looking at the door with unkind eyes.

He took out the broadsword from the system compartment and walked towards the door with the knife in hand.

As soon as the man opened the door, the scar on his face was particularly fierce against the backdrop of anger.

"It's time to rest, it's time for you to get out of the room."

The man with the scar turned a deaf ear, raised his broadsword and slashed at the staff's head.

With a single blow, the staff's heads were separated, and their heads rolled in the hallway.

The staff member reached out blankly and touched the empty place on his neck.

Then he was kicked out by the man, and the big knife cut down at the waist, and the upper body flew out.

The man was satisfied with the big knife and the door was vigorously shut, and he took the long knife back to bed.

The staff outside the door was cut into three parts, and they climbed on the ground weakly, and soon lost their lives.

Shen Yingxing woke up before 7 a.m., and she had enough to spend 16 hours in the lounge.

Xie Shasha must leave the lounge around 7 o'clock, and the lounge is not allowed to enter during the day, except after the tour.

However, staying in the lounge during the day will also deduct the corresponding rest time.

Therefore, most people do not choose to enter the lounge during the day, and at night, they must also enter their rooms before seven o'clock.

After seven o'clock in the evening, they were not allowed to make loud noises, and that was the rule they were given.

Only by obeying can we live, and those who do not obey will either be bold or killed.

"Wake up~"

Shen Yingxing woke Xie Shasha up as usual, she was cultivating last night, Xie Shasha was busy cultivating feelings with her tentacles, and slept a little late.

Xie Shasha, who was woken up, rubbed her eyes habitually, and after the two washed up, they walked towards the door.

Rooms are fixed, and as long as the player doesn't die, their room will always be there.

For the deceased player, the room will be sorted out by the staff and wait for the next guest to check in.

As soon as the door opened, a bouquet of flowers appeared in front of me.

A good mood every day starts with a bouquet of flowers.

Lingjun's attitude towards participating in the dungeons was more like an outing, and he regarded these dungeons as a vacation.

"Good morning, baby."

Shen Yingxing took the flowers a little shyly, and the marriage contract at the back of her neck deepened, which also showed that her love for Lingjun was deeper.

"Good morning."

Shen Yingxing's ears were red, and his face was cold, and there was a different kind of contrast and cuteness.

"How can there be a corpse in this corridor with three severed pieces?"

Ye Tian made a sound, interrupting the sweet atmosphere between the two, and he stared at the corpse in the corridor.

The corpse was clearly dressed in staff clothes, its upper body was far away from its lower body, and its skull rolled to the top of the stairs.

Just in front of everyone, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of red blood, his face was gray, and there were already corpse spots.

"I guess I was killed by a player last night."

Shen Yingxing shook his head, and there was no fluctuation in his heart about the death of the staff in the dungeon.

Just then, the door directly opposite the next door was opened, and the man with a scar running from his forehead to his chin walked out.

The man with the scar stared at Shen Yingxing for a few moments, then stepped on the corpse on the ground, and when he passed by the head at the staircase, he lifted his foot and kicked the head down.

The skull rolled and landed in the hall on the first floor.

"That man, he looks so fierce."

Xie Shasha muttered quietly, all she had experienced before were small copies of D-level difficulty, and she could clear the customs in seven days.

That is, after following Shen Yingxing, not only did his strength become stronger, but he even went down to B-level copies one after another.

A person like the man with a scar looks more than fierce, full of murderous energy, and must be a ruthless character.

"Let's go have breakfast first, I have a guess that I'll go to the staff building later."

On the fourth day of entering the dungeon, Shen Yingxing vaguely felt a hint that something was wrong.

There must be some unknown danger in that staff building, and she must explore it.