The Mysterious Dungeon: A Survival Guide to the Twelve Talismans

"This knife isn't enough for one arm; I need at least all four of your limbs to be sufficient," the snake woman quickly stated her price.

"Deal." Zhou An didn't waste any more words and directly severed his left arm again.

After his left arm grew back, he cut it off again.

He chopped off six times in a row, which was equivalent to his own four limbs.

Thus, the murder weapon became Zhou An's possession.

The snake woman excitedly picked up the two arms and then put them into her refrigerator to freeze.

"Human, how exactly did you recover?" After her initial excitement subsided, the snake woman wanted to find out.

Zhou An shrugged and said, "I don't know either. As long as I don't run out of energy, I can recover from my injuries."

The snake woman looked at Zhou An, seemingly lost in thought.

"By the way, I'd like to know some information about this world, as well as some precautions for living in the apartment. I'll give up an arm in return," Zhou An said.

The least valuable thing on Zhou An's body right now is his flesh and blood, but ironically, in this strange place, his flesh and blood are the very first thing.

“Okay, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” The snake woman was excited again.

An hour later, Zhou An left the snake woman's room.

He didn't go downstairs, but went straight back to his room, leaving his cleaning tools in a corner.

He then lay in bed and began to carefully consider the information he had learned from the snake woman.

This world, called the Bizarre World, is a bizarre realm, encompassing an extremely vast area.

The place they were in was Yinsha City.

The power ranking in this world is very simple, ranging from 1 to 9 levels.

The first level is the weakest, the lowest level of the bizarre world, and there are countless of them, as numerous as the stars.

The Ninth Rank is the strongest, representing the top of a vast and powerful force in this bizarre world.

However, even the ninth level of the bizarre cannot enter the real world.

Humans, too, are unable to enter the bizarre world.

Only the deceased have a very low chance of entering the supernatural world.

Because those who enter the strange world are all dead humans.

The body he now possesses is a soul body, a physical body formed from the soul body.

Chapter 7 Emptying the Tenants' Wallets

For the supernatural, the flesh and blood of the dead are the most delicious food and the best source of power.

Humans who have died are also classified into different levels.

Levels 0-99.

Humans who die start at level 0, with no special characteristics.

Once you clear the first dungeon, you will be upgraded to level 1, and then unlock various special functions and awaken the soul power within your body.

As for those special abilities, even the enigmatic snake woman was unaware of them.

Levels 1-9 correspond to the first stage of the bizarre system.

Levels 10-19 correspond to the second stage of the bizarre system.

And so on.

Levels 90-99 are equivalent to nine levels of strangeness.

As for how the dead humans level up, it's even simpler: clear a dungeon and you'll level up by one.

There are no bottlenecks or obstacles; you can level up directly by clearing the dungeon.

The snake woman also mentioned that she had heard of some players being able to level up several times by clearing a single dungeon, but she didn't quite understand it.

"I'm only level 0 at the start. It seems I need to clear the dungeon as soon as possible to level up to level 1."

There are three missions to complete the mission, the easiest being to survive for five days.

Killing a serial killer is the hardest.

With Zhou An's current strength, he definitely can't kill him, so he can only stay in the middle and find out the killer's identity.

Zhou An already had a plan in mind to quickly find out the killer's identity, provided that those strange beings couldn't attack him.

The snake woman also told him that the monsters could not harm humans, even if they entered their rooms, unless it was past midnight.

However, Zhou An has the identity of a zookeeper, so even after midnight, he will not be attacked by strange forces in the corridor.

Unless you're incredibly reckless and go to one of those eerie rooms after midnight.

Zhou An turned his head and glanced at the time; it was already eleven o'clock.

With an hour left before feeding time, I quickly got to work.

Zhou An immediately took the elevator to the first floor.

Zhou An stood in front of room 101 and began to knock.

"Boom boom boom!"

Inside the house, there was no sound.

"Hello, do you need room service?" Zhou An knocked on the door again and stated his purpose.

The next moment, the door was pushed open, and a headless, eerie figure stood in the doorway.

"Human? You want to help me clean the room?" The headless ghost's slightly low voice rang out.

Zhou An looked down at the headless, eerie body.

The two headless, bizarre dots transformed into eyes, the belly-shaped eyes became a large mouth, and he had no nose.

Goodness, you're trying to emulate Xing Tian, ​​huh?

"Yes, ten yuan will do," Zhou An said with a faint smile.

"Alright, come in." The headless monster grinned, seemingly pleased that this human was courting death.

"Pay first, thank you!" Zhou An said with a smile.

However, at that moment, the door to room 102 next door opened, and the old man came out.

"You bastard, are you really asking for death? You actually volunteered to help Weird clean his room?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you really have a long life to live. Well, this is good too, it also helps me get revenge, hahaha..." The old man laughed a few times and went back to his room.

Seeing this, Zhou An curled his lip, ignored the old man, grabbed the headless ten-yuan bill, and went inside.

As soon as they entered the house, the door was mysteriously closed by the headless creature.

"Hehehe... You have to help me within an hour..."

Before he could finish his nonsensical ramblings, Zhou An interrupted him, saying, "Stop chuckling like that. Do you want to grow a brain?"

The headless monster froze on the spot: "What did you say?"

“You are sick and need treatment, and I can help you with that,” Zhou An said in a deep voice.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhou An left room 101 with two hundred soul coins and two small props.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou An knocked on the door of room 103.

This time, it was a long-necked monster, but there was nothing about it that required treatment.

However, Zhou An received 600 yuan for an arm, which cost 200 yuan, plus a small prop.

It was a truly 'small' prop, not a prop that Zhou An didn't want to empty their pockets.

Instead, some props are larger or less convenient to carry, while smaller props are easier to obtain.

He doesn't have enough space to equip anything right now, so carrying too many things would actually make things less appealing. Small props are much more cost-effective.

Next was room 104. Unfortunately, after knocking on room 104 for a long time, and even chopping off a finger and stuffing it under the door, there was no response. There was a high probability that no one was inside.

Yes, the apartment manager had said before that the occupancy rate was only about 50%.

Zhou An decided to use his own hands and body to empty all the tenants' pockets.

Then came room 105, room 106...

At 11:53, Zhou An walked out of room 110.

There are ten rooms, and apart from that old man, there are only five tenants, all of whom are penniless.

The one with the most money was the long, grotesque one, which cost six hundred dollars.

He needed at least one item, and he only had a hundred dollars on him, plus one prop that Zhou An didn't even want.

In the end, Zhou An pinched his nose, chopped off half of his own arm, and took the hundred yuan with him.

"I need to go feed them," Zhou Anke remembered.

A short while later, Zhou An took the elevator to the tenth floor and then went down the stairs to the roof.

It was noon, but the sky was still incredibly dark, as if the sun did not exist in the world.

This time, Zhou An did not go to the feed warehouse, but went directly to the iron slag storage area.

At this moment, the iron cage was completely dark and could not be seen clearly, and the feed bag that Zhou An had put in that morning had disappeared.

This creature, which is adorned with iron, should also be strange, but it should be something like a pet.

Since it's strange, it should also like to eat fresh flesh and blood.

However, he hadn't forgotten what the petting manual said: if you please Him, He will give you a private collection.

Zhou An drew a murder knife from his waist, swung it and severed his own arm, then threw it onto the iron slab.

He threw it near the edge, mainly because he wanted to see what the iron magpie was carrying.

Almost as soon as the severed hand was thrown into the iron cage, a dark shadow emerged from the iron spring, then opened its mouth and bit the severed hand, tearing it wildly.

When Zhou An saw the dark figure clearly, his pupils contracted sharply.

A black mongrel puppy was seen lying on the severed arm, frantically tearing at it.

Although it's just a cub, it can tear off a piece of flesh with a single bite.

In just over a minute, the dog had eaten his entire arm clean.

"Woof woof woof~~!" The puppy looked up at Zhou An, a smile on its face, its little tail wagging incessantly, clearly very happy.

"Are you full? Do you want to eat more?" Zhou An asked with a smile.

Although he didn't know why Uncle Fu was so afraid of this little mongrel, he was too lazy to care.

"Woof woof woof!" The puppy nodded repeatedly.

Seeing this, Zhou An did not hesitate to cut off the now-grown left arm again, and then threw it into the iron pot to retrieve it.

"Ouch!" Upon seeing this, the puppy opened its tiny, blood-red mouth and inhaled sharply.

The severed arm shrank rapidly and then went directly into the puppy's mouth.

Chapter 8 The Little Mongrel, Terrifyingly Terrifying

"Crunch, crunch~~" came the sound of chewing from the little mongrel's mouth.

At that moment, the little dog's tail wagged even faster, like a tiny electric motor.

Her little face was full of enjoyment.

Then came the third arm, the fourth arm...

Zhou An had no idea how many times he had cut off his own arm.

This little mongrel seemed to have no appetite at all, able to eat anything.

"I'm so tired." Zhou An plopped down on the ground and stopped chopping.

His right hand was sore and swollen, but it wasn't a big problem. The horse talisman directly sent a message to him, and he recovered instantly.