There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

Standing before the heavy stone door, I pushed it with all my might. It wasn't locked, but it was incredibly heavy.

With a muffled sound, the heavy stone door was slowly pushed open by Xiao Yang, creating a gap barely wide enough for one person to pass through.

Instead of complete darkness, faint candlelight from stone lamps provided a meager amount of light, revealing a blurred image of the heavy stone door to Xiao Yang.

Fortunately, Xiao Yang had gained the ability of low-light vision through the spontaneous shift in his bloodline.

Casting his gaze upon the great hall, only a glimpse of which was visible, Xiao Yang saw a massive statue in the distance. He couldn't make out anything else clearly.

"Time to move forward!"

Instead of rashly rushing into the hall, he first grabbed the Dragon Hunter shield from his back, preparing himself, and advanced slowly.

Numerous painful lessons had deeply ingrained in Xiao Yang the need to be cautious of 'opening-door ambushes'.

Just as his body squeezed through the gap, suddenly, a white object crashed down from the ceiling. At that very moment, Xiao Yang directly raised his shield and slammed it upwards, not caring what was falling. Xiao Yang shouted,

"I was waiting for that move!"

With a crisp sound, the falling object was violently knocked away by Xiao Yang.

It tumbled across the ground, and only then did Xiao Yang see clearly what it was.

It was a desiccated corpse, completely wrapped in white silk threads.

After the attack by the desiccated corpse, nothing else happened. Everything was quiet, but this very silence made one even more uneasy!

"Something's not right!"

Xiao Yang didn't relax his guard in the slightest. Just then, with a clear sound, a golden object fell from the ceiling and rolled to Xiao Yang's feet. It was an exquisite goblet inlaid with many tiny gemstones, and it was also a piece of blue equipment.

[Former Holy Grail

Quality: Excellent

Effect: Purifies the liquid it holds

Description: A holy grail that once held prayers and blessings. The holy water it contained could bring peace to the dead, but that was in the past. Now, it's just a luxurious golden goblet that can make water taste a little sweeter.]

Xiao Yang roughly knew what the problem was. He carefully bent down, pretending to pick something up, but in reality, he was using one hand to draw the Righteous Rebuke from his waist.

The Righteous Rebuke was more suitable for ambushes and emergencies than the Rusted Great Axe. The movement to grip it was also obviously smaller and less noticeable.

Suddenly, he rolled away, instantly changing from a bent-over, picking-up posture to an upright, fighting stance. The movement was very fluid, and he even had time to snatch the falling golden goblet.

Xiao Yang's plan was to roll up, then immediately unleash a flurry of six strikes per second.

In this set of smooth movements, he did indeed give the monsters spying on him a surprise, but the other side also gave him a big surprise.

Looking up, he saw a dense mass of white silk threads, and countless desiccated corpses hanging high. These desiccated corpses weren't completely dead. Each of them was bound by white silk threads like a zongzi (rice dumpling) and hung high, only their heads exposed. The gazes of these desiccated corpses all fell on Xiao Yang, motionless, as if watching a performance.

Right where he had just been standing, a giant spider with a human head had quietly slid down. A hunting net was spread open on its two raised forelegs. If Xiao Yang had really swaggered over to pick up the golden goblet, then he would probably have been scooped into the net and hung up high.

Beauty and the beast, ugliness and beauty, formed the most distinct contrast at this moment, clashing with and negating each other.

Frankly speaking, this human-headed spider wasn't ugly. It could even be considered average among the strange things Xiao Yang had seen in the dungeon, but the sense of bizarreness it brought to Xiao Yang was the most significant.

"Something that shouldn't exist, twisted and strange."

This was Xiao Yang's most direct feeling at the moment he met her gaze.

This sense of distortion caused Xiao Yang's movements to pause for a moment. Not far from him, a hint of surprise appeared on the beautiful face of the human-headed spider, as if surprised by her own mistake.

Now the question arises, fight?

Xiao Yang's swung short staff had already given the answer to this question.

Show mercy to the fairer sex? Yes, Xiao Yang wasn't a cold-blooded and ruthless devil, but how should I put it?

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"Even if you want to create a special feature, you can't just have one head!"

Without hesitation, the staff struck the human-headed spider's head, hitting her on the bridge of her nose. With this strike, the human-headed spider was knocked off the ceiling by Xiao Yang.

Facts proved that Xiao Yang's actions were extremely correct. Don't look at this spider with its extremely sacred-looking head, but in reality, it was just a monster.

The radiance on its face directly turned into a hideous resentment after being attacked. The sacred color disappeared completely, and a sharp screech rang out, instantly as if stirring up a hornet's nest.

As if this ear-piercing shriek served as a signal, desiccated corpses fell from the ceiling of this great hall one after another, falling like raindrops. Countless corpses fell, and at this moment, Xiao Yang heard countless subtle sounds. It was spiders!

Countless slightly smaller spiders crawled out from the desiccated corpses! It wasn't over. Along with the crawling out of the small spiders, the desiccated corpses that hadn't completely died began to wail frantically.

This was definitely a scene that would drive trypophobia sufferers crazy, but there was good news: Xiao Yang wasn't a trypophobia sufferer.

But there was also bad news. Not counting the terrifying scenes that might appear next, just these wailing desiccated corpses were a bit too much for Xiao Yang to handle.

The wails of these things were frantically stacking a negative status effect called Soul Loss on Xiao Yang.

His old pal was frantically dispelling this negative status effect. Bright and dazzling golden light shone from Xiao Yang's waist, but there were too many wailing dried corpses around. The negative effect of Soul Loss constantly appeared on Xiao Yang, and was constantly dispelled.

In this back-and-forth, Xiao Yang's spirit attribute began to plummet rapidly.

Xiao Yang gritted his teeth.

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