There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

However, the painting wasn't completely identical.

There was a slight addition to the oil painting, a black tear stain. This black tear stain ruined the inviolable sanctity of the saintess in the painting, instead adding a touch of sorrow.

Xiao Yang stared at this black tear stain for a long time.

Suddenly, he tiptoed and reached out, touching the black tear stain. Xiao Yang felt a slight protrusion; the tear stain wasn't seamlessly integrated into the oil painting.

With a little force, a black gem appeared in Xiao Yang's hand.

【Pitch-Black Tear Stone

Quality: Special

Description: A black gem resembling a tear, perhaps with other uses.】

Holding the black gem, Xiao Yang's gaze fell on other parts of the secret room.

Thinking, Xiao Yang took out a thick notebook from his personal backpack.

It was Robert's adventure notes, which, in addition to serving as a small map, also came with a one-time dungeon perception skill.

Now was the perfect time for the perception skill to take effect.

As Xiao Yang opened the adventure notes, a hazy light was cast upon the secret room. As expected, there were hidden areas in the secret room. Two locations were highlighted: the incongruous leather-backed chair and a not-so-obvious crack in the wall.

Coming to the crack, he carefully applied force, and a fragment of brick was removed from the wall by Xiao Yang.

A gap appeared before Xiao Yang, a tear-shaped gap.

This gap reminded Xiao Yang of the pitch-black tear stone he had just obtained.

He carefully took it out and gently placed it in the gap.

"A perfect fit!"

The silent sound of metal gears turning suddenly rang in the secret room.

A rusty ladder was lowered from in front of the saintess painting.

It seemed that the third level of the Skeleton Dungeon was not so simple. Looking up towards the end of the ladder, Xiao Yang only saw darkness.

In the hidden secret room of the right side hall of the Temple of Rest, in addition to the elements leading to the hidden area, Xiao Yang found a ladder leading to an unknown place.

"You've really gone all out, with two hidden areas!"

Staring at the rusty ladder leading to darkness in front of him, now, the question arose: should he climb up this ladder that he didn't know where it led?

If he didn't have the Dungeon Gate Key, this question might have made Xiao Yang very hesitant, but being able to return to the entrance of the Skeleton Dungeon through the Dungeon Gate made the decision easier.

He began to climb the ladder, his figure disappearing into the hidden secret room.

As Xiao Yang's figure disappeared into the hidden cave, the dull sound of gears turning rang again, the opened entrance slowly closed, and the dropped rusty ladder was also slowly raised.

The secret room returned to silence.

On the lifelike giant oil painting, after losing the embellishment of the pitch-black tear stone, the seated saintess no longer possessed any compassion on her face, only a terrifyingly indifferent sanctity.

…………。

Not knowing how long he had climbed in the darkness, when Xiao Yang pushed open the floor tile above his head and crawled out of the dark tunnel, such a room appeared before him.

Bloodstained torture instruments, an erected cross, drooping thick iron chains, and a pale corpse bound to the cross.

"A torture chamber?"

This room immediately brought this word to mind.

And not only those messy bloodstained torture instruments, but Xiao Yang also saw some very familiar things in this torture chamber.

"Black iron masks."

Xiao Yang had seen such masks on the Flesh Resurrectors, and at this moment, these masks were openly piled in the corner of this torture chamber.

"This place is definitely inseparable from those strange cultists!"

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Xiao Yang made such a judgment.

Approaching the pale corpse, Xiao Yang saw its appearance more clearly. Its entire body was covered with hideous scars, dense and numerous. Xiao Yang found some scattered fingernails and some pale fingers around the cross.

Picking up a finger, Xiao Yang aligned it with one of the dense scars on the corpse's arm. It was a perfect match, and not only did the finger and scar match, but examining the thin corpse in front of him.

Xiao Yang had a new discovery.

If he put a flesh-colored robe on it and covered it with a black iron mask, the corpse would suddenly look familiar, just like those Flesh Resurrectors who had tormented Xiao Yang for so long.

Subsequently, Xiao Yang found a bloodstained notebook near the cross. The bloodstained notebook was missing a lot of content, and much of it seemed to have been deliberately torn off.

【Mild Hand Disease Infection, no obvious changes in appearance, no obvious changes in strength, chanting the name of the Goddess of Rest can slow down the symptoms of Hand Disease】

【Hand Disease Infection, small areas of the body surface begin to grow fingernails, accompanied by severe pain, loss of appetite, thinness, and severe cases begin to sing the unknown name randomly】

【Severe Hand Disease Infection, skin replaced by gray-white fingernails, no longer feels pain, loses the ability to speak, loses the characteristics of a human】

【Spiral Face Man, Finger Joint Summoner, Flesh Dissolver】

The content recorded in this notebook was too incomplete, and the only useful content found by flipping through the notebook was this. One word in particular needed attention: "Hand Disease." This was a word that at first glance seemed ordinary, even inexplicable.

But from the pale finger in his hand and the bloody corpse nailed to the cross in front of him, and then associating the Hand Disease with these two things, the situation was a little different.

It reminded Xiao Yang of something that had tormented him for a long time, and even now was still entangled with him, that damn evil god!

This Hand Disease may have nothing to do with that evil god, but it is unlikely that this Hand Disease has nothing to do with that evil god. The connection between the two is almost immediately apparent.

Looking up again, Xiao Yang stared at the hideous corpse nailed to the cross in front of him, his gaze falling on the dense scars on its body.

For some reason, Xiao Yang felt a sense of unease.