Chapter9

[There are 78 locked houses in the ninth dungeon. 65 have already been opened. If folks up front open all the doors, at least the rest of us might have a chance!]

[But what if all the doors get opened and there's still no exit?]

[Then just try other places—use human lives to experiment! That's how all dungeons go!]

[Another idiot opening doors, but there are a hundred idiots this time. Can't we use them as guinea pigs?]

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Jiang Che slid the key into the lock, tamped down his excitement, and as he twisted it loudly called, "I'm home!"

No answer from inside; Jiang Che slowly opened the door and poked his head in.

The moment he peered in, the viewers saw the house's interior.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone watching the stream almost choke. In the kitchen, a butcher wearing a faceless mask was cooking at the stove, the pot in front of him bubbling with bloody water.

The bullet screen cleared as if wiped clean; everyone went silent.

The human hanging upside down was familiar—they recognized him as the director of Red Pearl Mental Hospital. Thanks to the Celestial Destiny Circle, he made a fortune and supposedly traded for some powerful dungeon items.

He was seemingly the most likely to survive, and yet seconds into the dungeon—done for?

Jiang Che looked at the scene inside—this was clearly a married couple?

The man cooking; the woman tending to the patient, stitching up their wounds.

"Dad, Mom! I'm home!" Without hesitation, he'd searched for his parents for years outside, and the nurse said they'd be in the dungeon. This couple must be his parents.

The moment Jiang Che called them "Dad" and "Mom," the audience was dumbstruck,