There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 17, Little Peter
The wearer is constantly plagued by the undead. This is a description that sounds ominous without even having to think too much about it.

Recalling his condition when he was infected with the undead toxin, Xiao Yang completely gave up the idea of ​​trying out these undead flesh boots.

It’s better to give away these unlucky boots in the next transaction.

Although I can't wear it, it's probably still worth some spirit coins.

After putting away the pair of zombie boots, Xiao Yang touched Xiaogu's head.

"Xiao Gu is so amazing!"

Giving praise also made the little guy stand on tiptoe slightly.

Next, let Xiao Yang see what exactly attracted these prisoner zombies to gather here.

An iron door appeared in front of Xiao Yang. As he approached the door, Xiao Yang tried to push it, but the door did not move at all. Standing on tiptoe, Xiao Yang was able to peek at the scene behind the door through the small window on the door.

Behind the iron gate seemed to be a lounge, with several iron beds with no one in sight, a table with a burnt candlestick on the table, an iron box, and a prison guard sitting slumped in the corner, holding his stomach.

Perhaps this prison guard is the reason why these prisoner zombies gathered here, a living person.

Faced with this situation, Xiao Yang tried to call out to the paralyzed prison guard, but received no response, only the regular sound of heavy breathing.

All of a sudden, something got stuck and Xiao Yang couldn't open the door, and the guy inside who might still be alive didn't give Xiao Yang any response.

After retracting his gaze, Xiao Yang fell into deep thought. This God Game was not entirely like a game, but it contained many game elements.

What is needed to open the iron door? A key. This room seems to be a lounge for prison guards, so where is the key?

Xiao Yang withdrew his gaze and looked around. In the corner of the corridor, he saw a prisoner zombie whose head he had chopped off. No, or to be more precise, it was a prison guard zombie. The clothes on his body were stained with blood, but it could be seen that it was the same as the guy sitting paralyzed in the corner of the room.

Not caring about the dirt, Xiao Yang reached out and began to feel around the zombie. Finally, he found something in the chest pocket: a slippery key and half of an unknown map.

He grabbed the key, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it, and with a click, the iron door was opened by Xiao Yang.

The room was not very bright. Xiao Yang took the lantern from his waist and placed it on the long table at the side. At this time, he did not relax at all. He held the wilderness hatchet tightly in his hand and vigilantly scanned everything in the room with his eyes.

Lowering the Dark-Whishing Lantern is to better judge whether there is a threat in the room. If there is no threat, the light of the Dark-Whishing Lantern will become brighter, which is the recovery posture of the Dark-Whishing Lantern.

As time passed, Xiao Yang's peripheral vision fell on the darkness-dispelling lantern standing on the long table, and he noticed that the light it emitted became brighter.

Okay, no danger for now.

Of course, this does not mean complete safety. The enemy may be dormant or hiding, but there is no doubt that when this bright light appears, people will always feel more at ease.

Xiao Yang first focused his attention on the opened black notebook next to the melted candlestick on the long table, and did not rashly contact the prison guard who might still be alive.

There was a lot of things wrong with this guy. Judging from the degree of decay on the bodies of the prisoner zombies, they had been dead for a long time. This meant that it had been a long time since the huge change that turned everything here into such a sinister appearance.

In this situation, an injured but still alive prison guard appeared, and Xiao Yang's detection skills were ineffective against this guy.

It wasn't that nothing could be detected, but rather that it couldn't even be used as a target for detection. This was extremely abnormal.

His eyes fell on the black notebook in the open door. It was a diary, a diary belonging to the new prison guard, Peter.

【August 3nd

Today I started my first night patrol, but for some reason, the night in this prison felt especially cold. I missed my mom so much, I wonder how she's doing.

【August 4nd

Warden Valentine was furious today, apparently because a sewer rat had stolen an important item from him. He's offering a bounty on the rat, which is long overdue. In this prison, I can hear the rat grinding its teeth every day.

【August 6nd

Today, my mother sent me a bag of black bread. I was so happy. Although the food in Blackstone Prison is pretty good, I always miss the special sour taste of the black bread in Windmill Town!

【August 6nd

Warden Valentine has ordered us to take the bodies of these prisoners to the incinerator. We've been doing this for half a month now, and the entire Blackstone Prison is filled with a foul odor from the burning. Rumors of the dead rising from the dead are spreading through the prison.

"No! Those aren't rumors. The dead guys are really back to their feet. Why the hell is this happening? More and more people are turning into monsters like that. Those prisoners! Those prisoners have all become monsters. I can't let them out. I can't let them out, or else everything will be over!"

Much of the content in this diary was completely stained by the melted red wax, making it difficult to see clearly. Only a few pages could be seen clearly, but these few pages still provided Xiao Yang with a lot of useful information.

He finally understood why these prisoner zombies gathered here. It turned out that someone still wanted to do something in the big crisis.

Xiao Yang actually didn't know whether the information revealed in the Skeleton Dungeon really happened or was completely fictional.

Coming to the figure that was slumped in the corner, motionless and as if dead, he could see the young face of the prison guard when he got closer.

In fact, Xiao Yang knew the figure's identity from the nameplate on his chest when he entered the door. He took out a bag of hard black bread from his personal backpack.

Place the black bread in front of the figure.

"Little Peter, have some black bread. Your mother has brought it to you."

After these words were uttered, the figure leaning against the wall suddenly moved. He slowly raised his head, his face was pale without a trace of blood, but his eyes suddenly became more lively.

He reached out and grabbed a piece of black bread, muttering to himself.

"mom!"

At this time, Xiao Yang's detection technique could finally be used normally on little Peter.

I cast a detection spell, but got this name.

【Wandering obsession】

(End of this chapter)