There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

After being killed so many times, the Many-Eyed Taoist was so weak that he couldn't withstand even a single attack from Xiao Yang, and his condition was deteriorating rapidly.

Initially, although he was equally unable to fight back, the Many-Eyed Taoist still knew to lead Xiao Yang in circles, avoiding the truly crucial locations.

But after dying several more times, in a dazed and terrified state, the guy had already started to disregard such concerns.

He fled back to the core of the village, a shrine filled with coffins, and huddled beside a corpse lying on the ground, rotting and constantly sprouting eyeballs.

With a loud crash, the shrine's door was kicked open, and a fierce-looking fellow barged in, his gaze fixed directly on the Many-Eyed Taoist, and with a grim smile, he spoke to the man's terrified expression.

"Finally, I've caught you again!"

It was Xiao Yang again! Still Xiao Yang! Dragging his rusty giant axe, he sent the Many-Eyed Taoist to reincarnation once more, amidst his despairing expression. Soon, he was reborn again, but this time, the guy seemed to have reached his limit.

He didn't return from the darkness again. His body disintegrated, sinking into the deformed, rotting corpse beside him, eyeballs constantly sprouting from it.

Dawn broke.

A faint ray of light dispelled the darkness. Xiao Yang had been entangled with this guy for a full day and night.

The sounds of wailing, the sounds of pleading, the Many-Eyed Taoist who had crawled up was about to completely transform into a mass of eyeballs, but he still possessed fear, still afraid of death.

In despair, a mass of eyeballs haphazardly pieced together squeezed towards Xiao Yang, only to be kicked away violently by Xiao Yang as it approached.

Rolling several times, many of the eyeballs attached to its body ruptured, and turbid fluid splattered out. The ugly thing rolled on the ground.

But even so, it still wanted to live, struggling to raise its head, constantly begging Xiao Yang for mercy.

"I finally crawled out of a corpse, no, I won't die like this!

Spare me! Please spare me! Boss! Senior! There's no benefit to you killing me. I'm just the beginning. If you kill the other Converts, they'll still come out. They're more powerful than me. We can cooperate. I won't cause you any harm. With me, only I will ever come out!"

It wailed and pleaded incessantly.

Xiao Yang didn't immediately pay attention to him, but instead focused his gaze on the surrounding environment, on the layers upon layers of coffins.

Xiao Yang saw a familiar name on a coffin not far away.

【Huang Erniu】

Coming to the front of the half-open coffin, through the opened gap, Xiao Yang saw an honest-looking man, lying quietly in the coffin.

【Paid】

This ledger densely recorded 531 names, and this ancestral hall was piled with densely packed coffins.

The reason why this village was so dilapidated and quiet had emerged.

Turning his head, Xiao Yang stared at the guy who was constantly wailing, constantly struggling, completely abandoning everything, just to live.

On the last page of that ledger, he also found these words.

【Even if I can only collect corpses day and night, I will let them know they are terribly wrong. If I crawl out of a corpse once, I will crawl out of a corpse a second time!】

Objectively speaking, this guy's desire to survive was really strong, but unfortunately, he met Xiao Yang, and Xiao Yang was a bad person.

Pushing open the visor of the Dragon Hunter helmet, Xiao Yang walked step by step to the wailing Many-Eyed Taoist, grabbing its neck with one hand and lifting it up, while a silver pocket watch appeared in the other hand.

To be honest, curios are really interesting things, such as the Bloody Pocket Watch in Xiao Yang's hand.

In the 33214th dimension, Xiao Yang was the only player. There was no mall, no mutual transactions between players of this plane, and everything in the Heavens Trading Zone was almost protected by the Gods' Game.

In this situation, it stands to reason that the Bloody Pocket Watch in Xiao Yang's hand could hardly play a particularly large role, because there was no suitable target at all. He couldn't possibly take the Bloody Pocket Watch in his hand and violently trade with the owner of the small shop in town, could he?

But the result was quite the opposite. As long as you open your mind, you will find that the use of this Bloody Pocket Watch is not even smaller than the Shovel of Freedom, and even more flexible and less risky.

For example, now, after beating the Many-Eyed Taoist half to death, Xiao Yang grabbed its neck and started trading.

"I might let you go, but are you willing to show a little sincerity?"

The Many-Eyed Taoist, whose neck was being grabbed by Xiao Yang, was very cooperative.

"Whatever it is, as long as I can give it, I can give it to you, as long as you don't kill me!"

At such an answer, a smile appeared on Xiao Yang's face.

One invisible transparent figure after another appeared on the field. The transaction was reached, and Xiao Yang began to make demands.

"Give me your most important, most precious thing!"

As these words fell, the transaction was completed, and there was no possibility of regret. Amidst the Many-Eyed Taoist's horrified cries, his arm moved on its own.

The arm covered with eyeballs suddenly plunged into its own chest and began to search.

"What have you done! What have you done! You're not keeping your word! You said you'd let me go!"

In the groping of his arm, a scarlet thing was taken out by the Many-Eyed Taoist himself and placed on Xiao Yang.

It was a rolling eyeball, also the source and core of the dungeon rules suppressing this area.

An eyeball of an evil god.

After taking out this eyeball, the Many-Eyed Taoist completely lost its voice, fell softly, and died completely.

This was a situation that Xiao Yang himself didn't want to encounter. To be honest, he had a shadow over this thing.

But so watery, in a sudden, such an eyeball of an evil god was stuffed into Xiao Yang's hand.

Xiao Yang felt the smooth feeling of the evil god's eyeball rolling in his palm. Damn it, he was still wearing a set of Dragon Hunter armor!

He felt that eyes were about to grow on the palm of his hand!

Without the slightest hesitation, at this moment, Xiao Yang made the most correct judgment, and let out a loud cry with a raised and distorted voice.

"Sell! Sell it to the Dao Rhyme Shop!"