A Guide to Surviving the Mysterious Dungeon and the Twelve Talismans

"Human? You've got some nerve. But I don't need to clean." The sophisticated woman looked Zhou An up and down, coldly rejecting him.

As he spoke, he was about to close the door.

Upon seeing this, Zhou An snapped out of his daze and quickly reached out to press down on the door.

"No need to clean, I have a business deal to do with you."

Before the intellectual woman could reply, Zhou An continued, "How much would you pay for my arm?"

"Huh? You want to sell your arm?" The intellectual woman looked at Zhou An with some surprise upon hearing this.

“Yes, why don’t we go inside and talk?” Zhou An didn’t want to miss any business opportunities.

"No need, I don't like strangers coming into my room. I'll give you three hundred yuan for your arm," the intellectual woman said directly.

"Three hundred?" Zhou An was taken aback.

You should know that of all the deals he's made, the most expensive one he's ever made was for a skinny monster, which cost him 250 yuan for an arm.

The lowest one, after haggling with him for ages, he bought half an arm for a hundred dollars.

This sophisticated woman actually quoted three hundred yuan, clearly indicating she was a wealthy person.

Seeing that Zhou An did not reply, the intellectual woman frowned and said, "Don't be greedy. I'll give you three hundred and fifty yuan."

"Deal!" Zhou An agreed immediately.

The next second, Zhou An swung his knife and cut off his own left arm.

"You've got some skill." The intellectual woman was quite impressed that Zhou An could remain unfazed even after cutting off her left arm.

However, she didn't say anything more, took the severed arm, and was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute, how many arms do you need in total?" Zhou An stopped him again, and at the same time, with a thought, the flesh and blood of his left arm quickly grew back.

In the blink of an eye, a perfectly healthy left arm grew back.

"This..." The intellectual woman admitted at this moment that she couldn't quite understand Zhou An.

"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 advertised, you can try them first."

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

The intellectual woman didn't ask any more questions, and instead put her finger in her mouth and chewed it.

"Not bad, the taste is authentic, and it even improved my physique. 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 for you in the corridor, 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 get physical with me. The cleaning fee is ten yuan, please pay first," Zhou An said hurriedly.

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

When Zhou An entered the room, there was no fragrance of women; instead, it was filled with a faint smell of blood.

However, the interior was quite tidy.

Without saying a word, Zhou An grabbed the murder knife and prepared to cut off the arm.

At this moment, the intelligent woman quickly stopped her: "Wait, cut it 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 taking a few steps, Zhou An turned around, looked at the closed room 1010, and pondered 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 earned so much in one day!" Zhou An grinned, his face beaming with joy.

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

However, all of this money came from his hard work and blood; he earned it by sacrificing his 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 pants 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 administrator's dormitory on the first floor.

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

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

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

Zhou An's expression hardened. What stood before him was no longer the dormitory supervisor, but a corpse that was swollen all over, with pale skin, as if it had been soaking in water for a month.

"What are you doing here? Glug glug~~!" A hoarse voice rang out, carrying a strange tone.

Zhou An forced himself to calm down and said in a deep voice, "Manager, the killer in the apartment is the woman who lives 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 rotting eyes: "You say she is a serial killer, what evidence do you have? If you have no evidence, I will 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 if the other party would definitely take action if he couldn't produce evidence.

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

"You have money? Gurgle... 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 fluids began to flow from her body, and the smell of decay became even stronger.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Zhou An sensed an immense amount of malice from the administrator.

This was 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 because they don't have much money, and the rent in other apartments is more expensive."

"But the owner of house number 1010 was able to come up with 35,000 yuan, which means he obviously has a lot of money."

“She has so much money, yet she doesn’t move out. I felt something was wrong with her, so I thought she was a serial killer.”

Zhou An then shared his analysis.

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

Anyway, whatever the consequences, he can bear 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 administrator stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

"Gurgle~~! Insufficient evidence, this is what happens when you make false accusations."

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

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

"It seems that reporting one by one won't work; we need concrete evidence."

Zhou An's carefully laid plans were completely shattered.

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

Obviously, administrators cannot prove that a certain weirdo is a killer based solely on a report; administrators need solid evidence.

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

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

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

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

Zhou An took the elevator and arrived at the tenth floor again.

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

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

However, Zhou An didn't care at all. He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and strode to the roof.

The crimson moonlight shone down, turning the entire rooftop red, creating an eerie scene.

Zhou An went straight to the iron cage, which was still pitch black inside.

"Roar~~!"

A deep roar came from inside the iron cage.

The next second, the little mongrel dog approached the iron cage.

"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 then petted the little mongrel.