The Mysterious Dungeon: A Survival Guide to the Twelve Talismans

"Your left arm, why..."

Zhou An interrupted her directly: "Don't ask why, just ask how many arms you want. If you think the goods are not as described, you can try them first."

As soon as Zhou An finished speaking, he cut off a finger from his left hand and handed it to the intellectual woman.

The intellectual woman stopped asking questions, took her fingers, and put them in her mouth to chew.

"Not bad, the taste is authentic, and it even improved my physical condition. For 350, I actually made a profit."

"I want a hundred," the intellectual woman said directly.

"One...one hundred?" This time, it was Zhou An's turn to be shocked.

"What? Can't you give it to me?" the intellectual woman asked expressionlessly.

"Of course I can give it to you, but I can't exactly cut off a hundred arms in the corridor to give to you, can I?" How could Zhou An not be able to give it to you?

"Wait a moment." Without saying another word, the intellectual woman closed the door directly.

About five minutes later, the door opened, and the intellectual woman invited Zhou An in.

"Wait a minute, invite me to clean first, otherwise I'm afraid you'll hit me. The cleaning fee is ten yuan, please pay first," Zhou An said quickly.

The intellectual woman paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement and handed Zhou An ten yuan.

When Zhou An entered the room, there was no fragrance of women, but instead a faint smell of blood.

However, the interior was quite tidy.

Without further ado, Zhou An grabbed the murder knife and prepared to chop off the arm.

At this moment, the intelligent woman quickly stopped her: "Wait, go chop in the bathtub, that way the blood won't be wasted."

“Okay.” Zhou An nodded, not minding at all, and walked straight towards the bathroom.

About an hour later, Zhou An left the room with 35,000 yuan.

After walking a few steps, Zhou An turned around and looked at the closed room 1010, pondering something.

He then took the elevator back to his room.

He took out all the banknotes he had on him, and together with his previous savings, he counted them one by one.

"47530 yuan! I'm rich! I'm rich! I made so much in one day!" Zhou An grinned, his face beaming with joy.

He couldn't earn this much in a month in the real world, but in this strange world, he earned it in a single day.

However, all of this was his hard-earned money, earned through his own body.

As for the props, they were all small items; I counted them, and there were more than thirty of them.

He had so much money and props that he couldn't carry it all.

Zhou An picked and chose, taking five with him and leaving the rest in his room. As for the banknotes, he folded them up and stuffed them all into his trouser pocket.

I glanced at the time; it was already 9:30 PM.

Zhou An immediately went out and went straight to the front of the first-floor manager's dormitory.

"Knock knock knock!" Zhou An knocked on the door.

Before long, the room door opened, and a dark, gloomy atmosphere wafted out, along with a strong smell of mold and decay.

Chapter 10 Mouth to mouth, one bite and it's crunchy!

Zhou An's expression changed. What stood before him was no longer the dormitory supervisor, but a swollen, pale-skinned corpse that looked as if it had been soaking in water for a month.

"What are you doing here? Gurgle~~!" A hoarse voice rang out, with a hint of strangeness.

Zhou An forced himself to calm down and said in a deep voice, "Manager, the murderer in the apartment is the woman living in room 1010."

Zhou An didn't waste any words and directly stated his purpose for coming.

Upon hearing this, the administrator was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhou An with his rotten eyes: "You say she's a murderer, what evidence do you have? If you don't have any evidence, I'll skin you alive."

The administrator's aura became terrifying, and a heavy pressure was exerted on Zhou An.

This left Zhou An feeling somewhat breathless, as it seemed that unless he could produce evidence, the other party would definitely take action.

“She’s rich, she’s very rich, and she has all sorts of props,” Zhou An quickly said.

"You have money? Gulp... what evidence? You get one chance." The administrator's speech became somewhat incoherent.

At the same time, the administrator became even more dangerous, as green bodily fluid began to flow from her body, and the smell of decay became even stronger.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Zhou An sensed an overwhelming amount of malice from the administrator.

This is completely different from when I met the administrator during the day.

"In the entire apartment, there are forty-eight strange tenants. Apart from the landlord of room 1010, the other tenants each have a maximum of three thousand dollars."

“They don’t want to move out because they don’t have much money, and the rent for other apartments is more expensive.”

"The owner of room 1010 was able to come up with 35,000 yuan, which means he obviously has a lot of money."

“She has so much money, but she doesn’t move out. I felt something was wrong, so I thought she was a murderer.”

Zhou An then shared his analysis.

He wasn't sure if the intellectual woman was a killer, but it didn't matter; he'd find out by trying.

Whatever the consequences, he can handle them.

Almost the instant Zhou An finished speaking, a terrifying aura rose up.

Immediately afterwards, a hand bigger than his head grabbed Zhou An's right arm.

A damp, cold sensation came over me.

"Rip!"

Zhou An's right arm was ripped off and the manager stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

"Gulp! Insufficient evidence. This is what happens when you frame someone."

With a loud "bang!", the door to the administrator's dormitory was slammed shut.

Zhou An remained expressionless, and with a thought, his arm instantly returned to its original state.

"It seems that reporting them one by one is not going to work; we need concrete evidence."

Zhou An's carefully laid plans were completely thwarted.

He had originally planned that if 1010 wasn't the real culprit, he would pay a price and rent apartments one by one to report them, saying they were murderers.

Obviously, administrators cannot prove that a certain strange person is a killer based solely on a report; administrators need conclusive evidence.

"Knock knock knock!" Zhou An knocked on the dormitory door of the administrator again.

"Manager, do you need room service?" Zhou An asked in a deep voice.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhou An left the gate of the administrator's dormitory with twelve thousand yuan.

This sum of money has already emptied the manager's savings.

Zhou An took the elevator and went up to the tenth floor again.

The corridor was dimly lit, giving it an eerie atmosphere.

Ordinary people would probably be too scared to walk if they came here.

However, Zhou Ansi didn't care at all. She took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and strode up to the roof.

The crimson moonlight shone down, turning the entire rooftop red, making it look incredibly eerie.

Zhou An went straight to the iron-colored ironwork, which was pitch black.

"Roar~~!"

A deep roar came from the iron ox.

The next second, the little mongrel reached for the iron.

"Woof woof woof~~!" The little mongrel's deep growl stopped when it saw that it was Zhou An.

"Are you hungry?" Zhou An squatted down, reached into the iron cage, and picked up the little dog.

The little mongrel's fur is very soft and feels very comfortable to touch.

The little mongrel seemed to enjoy it, even making "ooh ooh ooh" sounds of comfort.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~~!" The little dog's stomach made a gurgling sound.

"Looks like you're hungry. It's okay, I'll feed you later." Zhou An no longer cares about feeding you on time.

Because there's no need for it.

Unlimited meat consumption—that's how confident I am.

"So, the dog kept on the roof was just a little mongrel? That's a bit unexpected." A familiar voice came from behind Zhou An.

Zhou An felt a chill run down his spine, and a wave of palpitations washed over him.

Zhou An turned his head sharply and saw the intellectual woman who was very much to his liking.

It was indeed her, the tenant of room 1010.

"You..." Zhou An had barely finished speaking when a soft and cool little hand touched his neck.

Suddenly, the intelligent-looking woman appeared beside Zhou An, pressing her entire body against him.

"You guessed right, I am the murderer, but you have no proof and you no longer have the chance."

A cool breath landed on Zhou An's earlobe, carrying a pleasant fragrance.

However, the delicate fragrance was mixed with a hint of blood.

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

Zhou An's neck did a 360-degree rotation.

"I wonder if your neck can recover from the twist?" The intellectual woman finished speaking and then exerted force on her hand again.

"Crack crack crack~~!" Zhou An's head, along with his spine, was slowly pulled out.

Zhou An's body collapsed weakly, half of his body falling into the iron trap.

"Woof woof woof~~!" When the little dog saw Zhou An's body enter the iron cage, it thought it was food and started tearing at it wildly without saying a word.

The sophisticated woman glanced at the little mongrel, smiled, and shook her head.

She then lifted Zhou An's head and said to him, "You really aren't dead, huh? You seem even more bizarre than I am."

The intellectual woman brought Zhou An's head closer, observing it repeatedly, as if trying to understand his condition.

Zhou An neither spoke nor could speak, but the power of the horse talisman was activated.

Based on his spine, flesh, blood, muscles and bones grew wildly.

"Wow, you're recovering, you're recovering! I really want to take care of you."

"Unfortunately, I don't want to be discovered as a murderer. I wonder if eating you would restore you?"

The intellectual woman opened her cherry-like mouth and bit Zhou An's lips.

Zhou An spoke up: "Little mongrel, bite her!"

The moment she finished speaking, the intellectual woman bit Zhou An's lips.

With that bite, Zhou An's upper lip and entire chin were bitten off.

"Such a tender tongue." The intellectual woman narrowed her eyes slightly, her face full of enjoyment.

She didn't care at all about what Zhou An had just said.

Chapter 11: Assisted Kill, Return!

It was just a small mongrel dog, with no aura whatsoever; it was clearly a lowly, monstrous creature.

I don't know why it was kept on this roof.

Just as the intellectual woman was savoring Zhou An's flavor, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her thigh.

She looked down and found that her right leg had disappeared, and thick blood was flowing from the wound.