Zhang Sanfeng's words were truly shocking.

Wang Yazhi and the others immediately stopped laughing, their gazes sharp as they stared at Zhang Sanfeng.

Xu Lang asked with great interest, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Please, Dorm Owner, come to my room for a discussion!" Zhang Sanfeng said respectfully.

[Nightmare Eye·Zhang Sanfeng: Damn it, letting those little brats covet my dorm. Now I'm inviting a god of slaughter back. Let's see who dares to keep peeking!]

Zhang Sanfeng genuinely had something to say and also wanted to borrow Xu Lang's intimidating reputation.

He had no choice. When he returned from underground, he discovered his former underlings were attacking his door, nearly fainting from anger.

Unfortunately, his tenants weren't around, and he couldn't punish others on a large scale, so he could only pretend not to know.

Having your own door chiseled by others and having to pretend you don't know—only a man understands the heartache in that.

"Alright." Xu Lang nodded in agreement.

...

Zhang Sanfeng's dorm room was filled with Daoist charm. Its internal structure resembled a small Daoist temple, with strings of talismans hanging on the walls.

After everyone was seated, Zhang Sanfeng recounted his underground encounter exactly as it happened.

"That world-class BOSS wanted to kill Xu Lang, but because he missed the timing, he could only send you over to trap and kill Xu Lang?" Zhen Lu asked for confirmation after listening.

"Exactly!" Zhang Sanfeng nodded, his messy Daoist bun partially covering his face as he said with lingering fear, "We were completely powerless against that BOSS."

Wang Yazhi pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked at Xu Lang and said, "Xu Lang, do you remember what the Dormitory Broadcast said that one time? The overlord beneath the Mad King Building was very unhappy and decided to send out his soldiers!"

Tong Qi exclaimed in surprise, "We all thought his soldiers were the ancestors of the Rakshasa Ancient Kingdom, which is why the last round's game difficulty was so high. We never imagined there was someone else!"

This was the common understanding, yet there was actually a hidden truth.

"Such high game difficulty, and he still sends external reinforcements? This Mad King Building really doesn't want anyone to live!" Han Zhixiu said angrily.

She came from another dormitory building and knew what normal game difficulty was like.

"It never intended for anyone to survive from the beginning." Xu Ruyan scoffed.

"Fortunately, that BOSS capsized in a ditch, otherwise it would have been truly troublesome." Just hearing Zhang Sanfeng's description made Tong Qi shudder.

"Not necessarily!" A sharp light flashed in Xu Lang's eyes. "If he really came, he would most likely be suppressed by the game rules, just like the Frost Ghost King!"

"Xu Lang, do you have an idea?" Wang Yazhi raised an eyebrow and asked.

"No." Xu Lang decisively shook his head. If he really had an idea, it would be within the simulated dream. He said aloud, "Going outside the Safe Zone to fight such a monster is no different from seeking death. The best method is still to let him come inside."

This, they couldn't accomplish.

That monster wanted to come in too.

Zhang Sanfeng said anxiously, "Lang Ge, do you really have no method? That monster told me to trap and kill you, otherwise he'll kill Zhang Sifeng and the others!"

"Can that monster come out in the next round of the game?" Xu Lang asked.

"No, he only had that one chance." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head.

Hearing this actually made Xu Lang's expression grow heavier again.

Such significant restrictions indicated the opponent was truly a monster capable of crushing everyone currently alive.

If that monster from the last round had really come, perhaps the Epitaph would have already been triggered.

"What method did he give you to trap and kill us?" Xu Ruyan looked at Zhang Sanfeng and asked solemnly.

"It's this." Zhang Sanfeng took out a pitch-black egg, his eyes filled with reluctance.

...

[Death God's Egg]

[Type: Guardian Spirit]

[Level: 1]

[Rarity: Uncommon]

[Vitality: 100]

[Skills: Harm, Soul Reap]

[Introduction: Death is the gift I bestow upon you!]

[Harm: The Guardian Spirit merges into the wall for 5 seconds, causing the doors of the left and right dorm rooms to simultaneously vanish for 5 seconds]

[Soul Reap: Reaps souls, accelerating evolution]

...

Another Guardian Spirit!

Everyone was somewhat surprised, and seeing the skills made them even more astonished.

"What a malicious Guardian Spirit!" Tong Qi frowned.

"Haha, luring monsters to the other two dorm rooms. This Guardian Spirit is quite capable!" Senior Sister Red Butterfly laughed heartily.

"Why didn't you make good use of this egg? You might have really had a chance to trap and kill Xu Lang." Wang Yazhi asked.

Although Xu Lang's right side was Luo Lin and the others, with enough determination, it wasn't necessarily impossible.

Wang Yazhi had never trusted anyone outside Dorm 200.

"What kind of joke is that? Lang Ge is my idol, the destined Dorm Owner leading us to victory. How could I harm him!" Zhang Sanfeng was greatly alarmed, as if electrocuted, jumping up with a startled cry.

Xu Lang's home had a balcony. If monsters really broke down the door, he could jump from the building to escape.

Moreover, although Xu Lang hadn't yet demonstrated parkour abilities, it was obvious to everyone that Zhen Lu could fly.

If Xu Lang really escaped alive, could he himself survive?

As the saying goes, better for fellow Daoists to die than for this poor Daoist to perish.

Betraying the mysterious creature, his brothers might die, but he was guaranteed to live!

"You can survive for a long time in the Dorm Survival Game." Xu Lang stared at Zhang Sanfeng and said with a faint smile.

This was a truly intelligent person, righteous yet knowing how to preserve himself.

"All thanks to the Dorm Owner's holy radiance shining upon me!" Zhang Sanfeng had a whole set of flattering phrases ready.

Forget flattery; as long as he could live, he was willing to lick boots.

To survive, humans can do anything. The phrase 'exchanging children to eat' is written in the history books.

"I'll take this item for now. As for Zhang Sifeng and the others, I'll try my best to find a way to rescue them. Of course, it's highly likely they can't be saved. Be prepared." Xu Lang put away the Death God's Egg, stood up, and said.

"Thank you for your trouble. I am endlessly grateful that you, Dorm Owner, keep this matter in mind!" Zhang Sanfeng said, cupping his hands in salute.

"Don't call me Dorm Owner."

"Alright, Lang Ge!"

After leaving Dorm 90, Xu Lang said to Cao Yaxuan and the others, "You all go back first. I have some business to attend to on the first floor."

The matter of the mysterious creature could be set aside for now, but grinding points needed to be put on the agenda soon.

Bidding farewell to the women, Xu Lang went to the first floor.

Each dorm room door on the first floor had a guard. The one standing at Dorm 10's door was Gu Yan.

Seeing Xu Lang, he respectfully bowed and then opened the door.

"Has Su Yuan already left?" Xu Lang sat down calmly in the living room and asked.

"Hearing you were coming, he left in advance." Ayiguli replied.

"How did your discussion go?"

"Very well. Lord Su Yuan is very intelligent."

"No need to call him 'Lord'."

"Alright."

Ayiguli, somewhat unaccustomed, attended to Xu Lang by his side. Jinsha and Yinsha stood guard on either side of the sofa. White Sand came out of the kitchen carrying a teapot and happened to see this scene.

Xu Lang wrapped his arm around the Queen's slender waist beneath her golden gauze dress...

"Sorry, I came at the wrong time!" White Sand hastily apologized.

"No, you came at just the right time!" Xu Lang smiled.

It was very necessary to come to Dorm 10 for an early point-grinding session.

Otherwise, letting Ayiguli and the others enter Dorm 200 would also require some busy work before they could lie down to sleep, wasting the stay time.

Sigh, just consider it unpaid labor.

Who told him, the destined Dorm Owner of the Mad King Building, that he was fated for a life of toil.