I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

After the little girl disappeared, Yoshio Sato continued to move forward, secretly thanking his luck that this ghost story didn't seem to be that difficult.

After passing two streets, the fog in front of me suddenly thinned a lot.

A gloomy museum stood in front of him, with a blood-stained hanging rope hanging at the entrance, with dried blood and a few nails still left at the knot.

Yoshio Sato's throat tightened; it was obvious that these ropes had been used by someone recently.

He wanted to go around it, but the fog around him suddenly became thick as porridge, as if forcing him to enter the museum.

He also often read the world of ghost stories and knew that he would not be able to leave unless this strange incident was solved.

Yoshio Sato swallowed his saliva, and carefully avoided the rope on the gate with his six pets, and pushed open the creaking iron door.

The moment the flashlight beam pierced the darkness, Yoshio Sato almost screamed. This was not a museum at all; it was clearly an exhibition hall of dead human specimens!

The first specimen was a young woman whose skin had been completely peeled off and hung on a hanger nearby like a piece of clothing.

What's even more terrifying is that her internal organs were replaced with various mechanical parts, and the gears in her chest were still slowly turning.

"This, this is..." Yoshio Sato's flashlight shook violently, and the beam swept across a kneeling specimen next to him.

It was a middle-aged man, his skull was neatly sawed open, and his brain was "planted" in the skull like a potted plant, covered with strange little red flowers.

The most disgusting thing is the "family portrait" at the end of the corridor.

The skin of a family of three was perfectly sewn together to form a deformed conjoined twin.

All of their eyes were replaced with rotating glass beads that moved as Yoshio Sato moved.

Yoshio Sato's hair stood on end in an instant. The breath of death was spreading. He felt that if he failed to pass the test, he would also become a member of this museum.

At this moment, he already had his own guesses in his heart.

Generally speaking, museums display the corpses of animals. There must be some mythical beasts that hate humans very much, so they do the opposite and display the killed humans here.

The BOSS of this museum must be one of the fantasy beasts in those nine grids.

"Squeak!"

Just as Yoshio Sato was thinking, the white-haired monkey suddenly sounded the alarm.

Yoshio Sato turned suddenly and shone the flashlight into the corner.

There stood a seemingly ordinary specimen of an office worker, but when the light shone through it, the specimen's tie suddenly began to move.

A closer look revealed that it was not a tie at all, but a living centipede!
This centipede is surrounded by purple 'mist'.

"Hurry up, it's poisonous!" Sato Yoshio lowered his voice and urged the pets.

It's not that his pet can't be fought, but the poison gas can easily spread in such a small space, not to mention that there are countless centipedes of its kind lurking nearby.

If they were in an open area, Sato Yoshio would definitely give it a try, but now he couldn't even see the shadow of the phantom beast, so there was no need to take the risk.

As an experienced animal trainer, Yoshio Sato's escape skills are first-rate.

He commanded Bibi Wolf, an ice-attributed monster, to cover the rear. When everyone rushed through an iron gate, Bibi Wolf immediately breathed out cold air to freeze the entrance.

Although those poisonous centipedes are terrifying, their destructive power is limited and they are temporarily unable to break through the thick ice wall.

The interior of the museum is larger than expected.

Yoshio Sato accidentally discovered a spiral staircase and went to the second floor tremblingly.

The scene here was equally horrifying. Dozens of dried corpses were hanging from the ceiling, and the expression of each corpse was deliberately fixed into a weird smile.

What’s even more terrifying is that these specimens are arranged in chronological order of death, and the further you go in, the “fresher” the bodies appear.

"What kind of monster is this?" Due to the infection of Sato Yoshio's own fear, his pets have begun to tremble and their fighting power has obviously decreased.

But the strange thing is that after going around the entire floor, apart from some weak monsters, there was no sign of a BOSS.

Is there no pattern? Of course there is. Sato Yoshio even discovered it accidentally, but he didn't dare to look carefully and missed it every time.

Zhang Yangqing, the chosen one next door, discovered that there were new and old corpses.

Suppose you are a fantasy beast that likes to kill people and the owner of the Museum of Death. You must have your own principles for placement.

The newer the place, the more likely it is that the museum owner will appear there.

At this time, perhaps the murderous beast is still fiddling with the fresh corpse.

Zhang Yangqing thought of this and followed the clues to the fifth floor.

At a hidden spiral staircase, Zhang Yangqing suddenly stopped.

The staircase leading to the fourth floor was strangely designed. The steps were covered with fresh human skin carpets and the handrails were wrapped with throbbing nerve bundles.

On the sixth floor, there are just some ordinary mummies on display.

Judging from the freshness of the corpses, the fifth floor should be connected to the location where the most recent corpses were placed.

"The sixth floor is a cover, the real nest is down below."

At Zhang Yangqing's signal, the black-backed monkey king kicked open a half-rotten corpse, revealing a secret door with blood stains still on it.

As we went deeper, the corpses around us became more and more "vivid".

Some were even twitching, with faint whimpering sounds coming from their hollowed-out chests.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell mixed with preservatives and blood.

I have to say, this murderous beast knows how to take care of itself.

Perhaps the only one who dares to think so is Zhang Yangqing.

The other Chosen Ones who made the correct judgment felt they were facing a formidable enemy and ordered their pets to assume their strongest fighting stance.

He was about to leave with a nonchalant look on his face, and the pets beside him seemed to be infected by his aura and didn't seem to take it seriously.

The corpses around were becoming more and more 'fresh', some were still bleeding, and the smell of blood was heavy.

In the room in front of him, Zhang Yangqing could even hear someone who was not yet dead and was sobbing. That should be where the BOSS was!

"Squeak-"

The mane monkey pushed open the door at the end that was studded with human teeth.

The sound of "click, click" cutting came from inside, and a hunched figure was busy at the operating table.

Humans are like potted plants in front of it. It trims them at will, striving to make humans die in the most perfect way.

Hearing the noise, the thing slowly turned around. It was an upright monster with a lizard tail. It was the owner of this Museum of Death!
It glanced at Zhang Yangqing with an ecstatic look in its eyes, as if it had seen some rare treasure.

There was only Zhang Yangqing in his eyes, and he didn't even look at the other pets.

"Welcome to my museum, you will be my best exhibit!"

After these words were spoken, a horrifying aura enveloped the entire museum, and all the corpses in the museum began to move with a creaking sound!

(End of this chapter)