Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 658: Hundreds of terrifying things appear simultaneously!
"Hahahaha!"

In the monitoring room, the fat technician watched Fang Yu's clean and neat axe blow and his smug grin, as well as the slightly stiff reactions of his companions. His earlier frustration vanished, and he excitedly pumped his fist and roared, causing the entire room to erupt in cheers and jubilation as if they had survived a disaster!
"Hahahaha! It worked! The idiot took the bait! Look, look! This brainless brute! He's the perfect big idiot!"

The fat man slammed his fist on the table again, spitting as he shouted, "Get down here, you idiots! The treasure is waiting for you!"

The trapdoor to the basement was completely flung open, and Fang Yu, without hesitation, maintained the recklessness and curiosity of an "athlete" on his face, bent down without hesitation, and took the lead in crawling into the dark hole.

Zhao Yingkong followed closely behind, her movements swift and silent.

Zhan Lan and Li Yingqi exchanged a glance, suppressing the seriousness in their eyes, and followed in turn.

Finally, there was Zhou Juanjuan, pale-faced and looking back every few steps.

The five people filed down the creaking wooden stairs and disappeared into the deep darkness.

pat!

Fang Yu fumbled around for a bit and turned on the only dim light bulb in the basement.

The light pierced through the dense darkness, dispelling some of the shadows, but also more clearly outlining the eerie full picture of this basement—it was not a storage room at all, but more like a bizarre "horror museum"!
Under the dim yellow light, the entire space was cluttered with countless old, mottled, and even twisted display shelves and boxes.

The air was filled with the smell of rotten wood and cheap linen.

Everyone's eyes fell on the clutter, and their hearts skipped a beat.

An old wooden Rubik's Cube stained with unknown dirt and decorated with eerie patterns—the Lemacand's Mourning Box from "The Haunted House".

A porcelain doll sitting in a wicker chair, wearing a lace dress, with a strange smile on its lips—Annabelle.

Several boxes of videotapes with blurred labels were mixed in next to an abandoned video recorder.

A poisoned apple, its color vivid and luscious yet radiating an unnatural glow, is placed on a silver platter covered with black velvet.

Even inside a semi-transparent container covered in mucus, one could vaguely see a slowly pulsating, oval-shaped egg, radiating a cold metallic luster, resembling an alien egg of a cabbage.

There are many other items that can instantly evoke terrifying memories or are simply unsettling.

These are another group of "actors" carefully prepared by the madmen in the "control room"—triggering them is equivalent to manually starting the corresponding death program!
Each evil creature exudes a faint but distinctly different evil aura, silently awaiting the touch of that "suicidal" person.

The monitoring room was filled with a tense, expectant atmosphere.

However, the next moment, Fang Yu's actions made everyone's minds go blank!
He looked like he'd stumbled into a free toy fair, his face brimming with an almost obsessive curiosity.

Amidst the slightly tense gazes of Zhan Lan and Zhao Yingkong, the hesitant words of Li Yingqi, and the horrified gasps of Zhou Juanjuan covering her mouth, Fang Yu actually swaggered in unreservedly along the narrow passageway!
What's even more terrifying is that as he walked, he casually reached out and touched it!
His rough fingers traced Annabelle's porcelain face with that eerie smile. He casually tossed the mourning box with its sinister design in his hand a couple of times and twisted it a few times.

He even went up to Sadako's videotape, bent down, picked it up, looked at it under the light, and then inserted it into the television next to him.
As he walked, he acted like a mischievous child, curiously and casually touching those deadly forbidden items!
Not a single one was spared!

The entire process was seamless and smooth! There was not the slightest hesitation!
One walk wasn't enough; this guy went back and walked it twice more, as if checking for omissions and filling in gaps.
After making sure he had thoroughly checked everything in the room, he said to the girls with satisfaction, "Let's go! This run-down warehouse isn't anything fun. Let's go back and continue drinking! Hahahaha!"

Inside the monitoring room, the basement scene is clearly displayed on the huge main screen.

As Fang Yu casually strolled through a market, his fingers tracing Annabelle's cold cheek, and he even tossed and caught the Lemacand Rubik's Cube, etched with hellish symbols, in his hand—

"Pfft—Hahahaha!!"

Inside the monitoring room, ear-piercing laughter nearly lifted the ceiling!
The gloom brought by the werewolves vanished instantly, replaced by a hysterical joy ignited by immense stupidity.

The fat technician laughed so hard he almost fell over, his massive body causing the swivel chair beneath him to creak. "Idiot! Utterly idiot!! God, I've never seen such a death wish! Hahahaha! Does he even know what he's done? This son of a bitch has activated every single 'treasure' in the entire warehouse! Hundreds! More than a hundred summoning beacons of terrifying creatures were triggered simultaneously!"

A man with messy hair next to him was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, clutching his stomach: "Quan Quan is alive! Unbelievable! This idiot is a suicide artist! The most reckless athlete in history! Haha! He even inserted Sadako's videotape! Jesus Christ, is he summoning a family bucket?!"

The air was filled with schadenfreude, as if witnessing an epic fireworks display whose barrels had been destroyed before it could even be lit.

"It's a sure thing! This time it's definitely a sure thing!" The fat man wiped away tears of laughter as he excitedly reopened the betting pool. "Come on! Let's bet on how many waves of 'cuties' can these idiots withstand! I'm betting on one minute! Just one minute! They'll be torn to shreds! Hahaha!"

Almost everyone was caught up in the frenzy of witnessing an unprecedented bloody spectacle about to unfold, eagerly watching the seemingly "ignorant" figures on the screen begin to retreat to the first floor.

Outside the window, the edge of the forest was faintly visible in the pale moonlight and the dim yellow light coming from inside the room.

Several, dozens, and then more staggering, contorted figures emerged from the darkness, surging toward the windows of the hut like a rotting tide!

Their skin is festering, their eyes are vacant, and they emit hoarse, unintelligible roars—these are the very same zombies that are frequent guests in countless horror movies!
Zhao Yingkong gripped the dagger tightly, Zhou Juanjuan gasped in horror, and Li Yingqi's hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

However, a strange, even slightly mischievous smile suddenly appeared on Zhan Lan's face, creating an eerie contrast with the terrifying scene.

Zhan Lan strode to the window, her inappropriate smile growing even brighter!
Her eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light, and an invisible, powerful wave of spiritual energy rippled out like water, precisely striking the horde of corpses outside the window!
That mental energy wave contains an older, purer, and higher-level "command"!
The zombies that had been frantically rushing towards the hut suddenly stopped moving! As if they had collectively received some revolutionary command.

Their rotting heads twisted and turned, their murky, empty eyes all focusing on Zhan Lan's smiling face inside the window.

No, to be precise, the focus is on the "aura" she exuded, which belonged to a higher-ranking undead creature!

The next second, under the stunned gazes of everyone in the monitoring room, the once menacing horde of corpses outside the window seemed to have been doused with cold water, instantly losing all their ferocity.

Like lambs seeing a pride of lions, without hesitation, they comically and in perfect unison turned 180 degrees, then, at several times the speed they had come, twisted their decaying bodies and stumbled and scrambled back into the dark depths of the forest, leaving only scattered footprints on the ground and a fading hoarse sound in the distance.
An eerie silence fell over the monitoring room once again.

"What the ACTUAL FUCK?!" The fat man completely lost his mind, furiously pounding on the screen, his voice shrill and distorted. "What the hell is this supernatural phenomenon?! My zombie army?! Why did they run away?! Why are they acting like they've seen a ghost?! No! Wait!"

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on a small split screen that switched from the basement surveillance camera. The image was no longer of a dark, cluttered basement, but of a muddy, cold, and despairing old courtyard.

That is
A dry well!
Right at the edge of that bottomless well, a pale, bloodless, wet hand slowly, with a chilling aura that could freeze one's bones, touched the well's edge!
Long, black hair, like withered grass, was slowly spreading upwards from the well opening.
The fat man's breath hitched, and pointing at the scene, he almost hysterically roared:
"Forget about those boneless rotting flesh! Look! Look there! Sadako! Sadako is climbing out of the well!!"

"True terror has arrived!!!"

(End of this chapter)