There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 121, Hand Disease
But the paintings are not exactly the same.

There is a little addition on the oil painting, a little black tear mark, which destroys the inviolable sanctity of the saint in the painting, and instead adds a touch of sadness.

Xiao Yang stared at the black tear mark for a long time.

Suddenly, he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand, touching the black tear mark. Xiao Yang felt a bulge. The tear mark was not completely integrated into the oil painting.

With a little force, a black gem appeared in Xiao Yang's hand.

Black Tear Stone

Quality: Special

Introduction: A black gem that looks like a tear. Perhaps it has other uses.

Holding the black gem, Xiao Yang's gaze fell on other places in the secret room.

In addition to this oil painting, Xiao Yang saw a leather-backed chair that was extremely out of tune with the environment. If he was not mistaken, this chair should be the entrance to the hidden map.

He didn't just sit down on this out-of-place leather chair. He always felt that something was wrong in this secret room.

While thinking, Xiao Yang took out a thick notebook from his personal backpack.

It was Robert's adventure notes. In addition to serving as a small map, it also came with an awareness spell that allowed him to detect each dungeon level.

Now is the perfect time for awareness to take effect.

As Xiao Yang opened the adventure notes, a hazy light was spread to the secret room. There was indeed something hidden in the secret room. Two locations appeared highlighted, one was the out-of-place leather armchair, and the other was a not-so-conspicuous crack on the wall.

Coming to the crack, Xiao Yang carefully applied force and took a piece of brick fragment off the wall.

A gap appeared in front of Xiao Yang, a tear-shaped gap.

Such a gap reminded Xiao Yang of the black tear stone he had just obtained.

Take it out carefully and put it back gently.

"It's a perfect match!"

The silent sound of metal gears turning suddenly rang out in this secret room.

A long rusty ladder was lowered from in front of the portrait of the saint.

It seems that the third level of the Skeleton Dungeon is not that simple. Looking up at the end of the long ladder, Xiao Yang saw only darkness.

In the hidden secret room in the right side hall of the Temple of Rest, in addition to the elements leading to the hidden area, Xiao Yang also found a long ladder leading to an unknown place.

"It's quite fun, there are even two hidden areas!"

Looking at the rusty ladder in front of me leading to darkness, now the question arises: should I climb up this ladder that I don’t know where it leads to?

If Xiao Yang didn't have the key to the dungeon door, this problem might make him very troubled, but since he could pass through the dungeon door and return to the entrance of the Skeleton Dungeon, the decision would be easy to make.

He began to climb up the long ladder and his figure disappeared into this secret room.

As Xiao Yang disappeared into the hidden cave, the dull thud of gears resounded, the entrance slowly closed, and the fallen rusty ladder slowly rose. Silence returned to the chamber.

In the lifelike huge oil painting, after losing the embellishment of the black tearstone, there is no longer any pity on the face of the seated saint, but only the indifferent and terrifying holiness.

………….

I don’t know how long I crawled in the darkness. When Xiao Yang pushed away the floor tiles above his head and crawled out of the dark tunnel, a room like this appeared in front of him.

The blood-stained torture instruments, the erected cross, the hanging thick iron chains, and the pale corpse tied to the cross.

"Torture chamber?"

This room immediately brings to mind this word.

And it wasn't just those messy blood-stained torture instruments, Xiao Yang also saw some very familiar things in this torture room.

"The black iron mask."

Xiao Yang had seen such masks on those flesh and blood resurrectors, and at this moment, these masks were piled up in the corner of this torture room.

"This place is definitely related to those weird cultists!"

Xiao Yang made such a judgment.

As he got closer to the pale corpse, Xiao Yang could see its appearance more clearly. Its body was covered with dense and hideous scars. Xiao Yang found some scattered nails and some pale fingers around the cross.

Picking up a finger, Xiao Yang aligned it with one of the densely packed scars on the corpse's arm. It matched perfectly, and it wasn't just the finger and the scar that matched. He looked closely at the thin corpse in front of him.

Xiao Yang made a new discovery.

If you put a flesh-colored robe on it and cover it with a black iron mask, the corpse will immediately look familiar. It is exactly the flesh-and-blood resurrectionists who have tortured Xiao Yang for a long time.

Later, Xiao Yang found a blood-stained notebook near the cross. This blood-stained notebook was missing a lot of content, and much of it seemed to have been deliberately torn off.

[For those with mild hand disease, there is no obvious change in appearance or strength. Reciting the name of the Goddess of Rest for a long time can alleviate the symptoms of long hand disease.]

Those infected with the hand disease will begin to grow nails on a small part of their body surface, accompanied by severe pain, loss of appetite, and weight loss. In severe cases, they will begin to chant an unknown name.

[People with severe hand infection have their skin replaced by gray-white nails, no longer feel pain, lose their ability to speak, and lose their human characteristics]

[Snail-faced Man, Knuckle Summoner, Flesh Dissolver]

The contents recorded in this notebook are so incomplete that these are the only useful contents. One of the words that needs special attention is "long hand disease". This is a word that seems unremarkable and even a little confusing at first glance.

But when he looked at the pale finger in his hand and the bloody corpse nailed to the cross in front of him, and then associated these two things with the long-hand disease, the situation suddenly became a little different.

It reminded Xiao Yang of something that had tortured him for quite some time and was still haunting him until now, that damn evil god!
This long-hand disease may have nothing to do with that evil god, but it is unlikely that this long-hand disease has nothing to do with that evil god. The connection between the two can be seen almost at a glance.

Raising his head again, Xiao Yang stared at the hideous corpse nailed to the cross in front of him, his eyes falling on the dense scars on its body.

Inexplicably, Xiao Yang felt something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)