There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

Wearer: Constant Undead Plague. This is a description that immediately screams trouble without needing much thought.

Recalling the state he was in when infected with undead toxins, Xiao Yang completely dismissed the idea of trying on these undead flesh boots.

He should probably just sell these ominous boots in the next interdimensional trade.

Although he couldn't wear them himself, they should still be worth some spirit coins.

Putting away the zombie flesh boots, Xiao Yang patted Little Bone's head.

"Little Bone is amazing!"

Giving praise also made the little guy gently stand on his tiptoes.

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

An iron door appeared in front of Xiao Yang. Approaching the iron door, Xiao Yang tried to push it, but the iron door didn't budge. Standing on tiptoes, Xiao Yang peered through the small window on the iron door to see the scene behind it.

Behind the iron door seemed to be a rest room, with several iron beds without people, a table, a burnt-out candlestick on the table, an iron box, and a prison guard slumped in the corner, clutching his stomach.

Presumably, this prison guard was the reason these prisoner zombies were gathering here—a living person.

Given this situation, Xiao Yang tried calling out to the slumped prison guard, but received no response, only the rhythmic, heavy breathing.

Not caring about the dirt, Xiao Yang reached out and groped the zombie's body. Finally, he found something in the chest pocket: a slippery key and half of an unknown map.

Grabbing the key, inserting it into the lock, and turning it, there was a click, and the iron door was opened by Xiao Yang.

The room wasn't very bright. Xiao Yang took down the lantern from his waist and placed it on the long table on the side. At this time, he didn't relax at all, holding the wilderness short-handled axe tightly in his hand, and vigilantly scanned everything in the room.

Putting down the light-dispelling lantern was to better judge whether there was any threat in this room. If there was no threat, the light of the light-dispelling lantern would become brighter, which was the light-dispelling lantern's recovery state.

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

Good, there was no danger for the time being.

Of course, this didn't mean it was completely safe. It was possible that the enemy was lurking, or that the enemy was hiding, but undoubtedly, the appearance of this bright light always made people feel more at ease.

Xiao Yang first focused his attention on the black notebook that had been opened next to the melting candlestick on the long table, not rashly approaching the prison guard who might still be alive.

There were quite a few odd things about this guy. Judging solely from the degree of decay on the bodies of those prisoner zombies, these guys had been dead for quite some time. This meant that a long time had passed since the great change that turned everything here into such a dangerous state.

In such a situation, an injured, still-alive prison guard appeared, and Xiao Yang's appraisal skill was also ineffective against this guy.

It wasn't that he couldn't appraise anything, but that he couldn't even target him as an object for appraisal.

Extremely abnormal.

His gaze fell on the opened black notebook. This was a diary, a diary belonging to a newly hired prison guard named Little Peter.

【March 21st Today is my first time starting night patrol, but I don't know why, I feel the night in this prison is particularly cold. I miss Mom so much, I wonder how she is.】

【April 13th Warden Valentine was furious today, apparently because a rat in the sewer stole an important item from him. He issued a reward for the rats. He should have done this earlier. In this prison, I can hear the rats grinding their teeth every day.】

【June 5th Mom brought me a bag of black bread today, I'm so happy. Although the food in this Blackstone Prison is not bad, I always miss the special sour taste of the black bread in Windmill Town!】

【June 6th Warden Valentine asked us to drag all the corpses of these prisoners to the incinerator for disposal. We have been doing this for half a month, and the entire Blackstone Prison has a foul smell from this burning. Rumors of the dead rising again seem to have spread in the prison.】

【No! Those are not rumors, the dead guys really stood up again, damn it why is this happening, more and more people are becoming those monsters, those prisoners! Those prisoners have all become monsters, I can't let them out, I can't let them out, otherwise everything will be over!】

Much of the content on this diary was completely smudged by the melted red wax flowing down, making it unreadable. Only a few pages could be seen vaguely, but these vague few pages still brought Xiao Yang a lot of useful information.

He finally knew why these prisoner zombies were flocking here. It turned out that someone still wanted to do something during that great crisis.

Xiao Yang didn't really know whether the information revealed in this Skeleton Dungeon was something that really happened or was completely virtual.

Coming to the motionless, seemingly dead figure slumped in the corner, getting closer, he could see the young face of this prison guard.

In fact, from the moment he entered the door, Xiao Yang had learned his identity from the nameplate on this figure's chest. He took out a bag of hardened black bread from his personal backpack.

Placing the black bread in front of this figure.

"Little Peter, eat some black bread, your mom brought it to you."

After these words were spoken, this figure leaning against the wall suddenly made some movements. He slowly raised his head, his face pale without a trace of blood, but a few glimmers of spirit appeared in his eyes.

Reaching out and grabbing a piece of black bread, muttering to himself.

"Mom!"

At this time, Xiao Yang's appraisal skill could finally be used normally on Little Peter.

Casting an appraisal skill, he obtained such a name.

【Lingering Obsession】