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

The corpse appeared to have been dead for some time; most of the flesh was dried and weathered, clinging tightly to the bones, and the clothes were tattered, dark in color, and covered with dirt and dried dark stains.

However, judging from the style and material of the clothing, it is clearly different from the style of the original inhabitants of the Undying Mountain Realm, and is more like some kind of modern or near-modern workwear.
The chairman didn't see much of a difference, simply assuming it was yet another unfortunate outsider who had perished there.

They had already seen quite a few along the way.

Zhang Yangqing did not answer immediately. Instead, he frowned slightly, walked to the corpse, and squatted down.

He carefully examined the tattered but still roughly recognizable clothes on the corpse.

This is an old-fashioned workwear style made of navy blue coarse cloth, with a stand-up collar, a chest pocket, and elasticated cuffs.

Zhang Yangqing was very familiar with this style!

My memory was instantly pulled back to a distant, eerie scene: a dark, damp corridor, a creaking elevator, a lingering musty smell and curses, and the mutilation on that body.

In that world, he once played the role of a lame construction worker!
He was wearing work clothes that were almost identical in style to the corpse in front of him!

Even the rough texture of the fabric and the worn pattern are exactly the same!
In that world, many characters who engage in similar craftsmanship seem to have some kind of "disability" or "imperfection" in their character, and the decorator he plays is a cripple.

Zhang Yangqing's gaze quickly shifted to the corpse's arm.

The sleeve of the corpse's left arm was empty from the shoulder down, lying limply against the side.

He carefully brushed away the covering mud and tattered cloth to examine the bones at the shoulder joint.

The fractured bone surface is old and smooth, showing signs of long-term wear and healing, and is definitely not a recent injury.

This means that the left arm of this corpse was already missing before death! This perfectly matches the characteristics of a body with both physical and mental defects!
Zhang Yangqing's heart beat slightly faster as he began to carefully examine the decorator's appearance, trying to recreate his former look.

No matter how he looked at it, Zhang Yangqing was certain that he had never seen this decorator before, but the appearance and characteristics were too similar to the strange world he had personally experienced!
Could this "outsider" who died here be a powerful figure from the supernatural world that I once conquered?
The idea gave him a strange sense of dread.

He subconsciously glanced at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes next to him, who was wary of her surroundings.

This woman claims to come from another powerful dimension. According to her description, if that world were used as a mystery story instance, its difficulty would probably be at least nine stars.

What if the supernatural world I enter in the future happens to be the hometown of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes?

So, is it possible to prove that the various ghost stories I have experienced are not completely independent, random, and closed copies, but that there may be some kind of potential connection between them?
And this strange Undying Mountain Realm might be one of the "intermediate zones" or "intersections" of such a connection.

If that's the case, then the mysteries of "space" are probably far more profound and complex than we imagine!
Mastering spatial abilities may not only be used for traveling or fighting, but may also touch upon the deeper connections and rules behind these strange worlds!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yangqing's desire for "spatial power" deepened even further.

That statue of the transcendent immortal might not just be a tool for acquiring power, but more likely a key—a key that allows him to glimpse and even exploit the hidden connections between these worlds!
The chairman and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes saw Zhang Yangqing squatting there, examining the corpse over and over, his expression focused and even somewhat solemn, so neither of them dared to make a sound to disturb him.

He was more vigilant and wary of his surroundings, afraid that some danger might suddenly appear and interrupt Zhang Yangqing's thoughts.

After a while, Zhang Yangqing slowly stood up and patted the dirt off his hands.

The seriousness on his face had vanished, replaced by his usual calm, and he casually explained:
"Judging from the skeletal structure and residual energy traces of this corpse, its strength in life should have been quite average, probably only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Logically speaking, it would be almost impossible for someone with such strength to have made it this far. So I examined it carefully just now to see if there was anything strange about the corpse itself, or if it contained any clues. Now it seems that it was probably just an unlucky person who was brought in by a stronger person as a 'stepping stone' because of extremely bad luck. I was just being paranoid."

This explanation is reasonable and consistent with his meticulous observation style.

The chairman and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, unsuspecting, both nodded.

"I see. You're still being cautious," the chairman said.

"Brother's observations are truly remarkable, I admire you," the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes chimed in at the opportune moment.

Then, with an air of admiration, he nodded slightly, his peach blossom eyes blinking lightly, as if Zhang Yangqing's "meticulous" autopsy deduction was some incredible, earth-shattering discovery.

Her expression, combined with her already charming and beautiful appearance, made her look exactly like Zhang Yangqing's most loyal and emotionally supportive fangirl.

This scene was naturally witnessed by countless viewers in front of the big screen in China.

Instantly, the live chat exploded like a hornet's nest had been stirred up, filled with all sorts of sarcastic jokes, poignant truths, and self-deprecating wails:
See? Even the most beautiful woman knows how to provide emotional value to a man. My brother, she's just too lazy to pay attention to you. Don't you understand?

Waaah, I won't listen, she's different.

Damn it, this simp is hopeless.

Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead; without strength, who will care about you?

In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing stopped looking at the corpse and gestured for the chairman to continue leading the way.

The chairman responded and turned to continue exploring.

Zhang Yangqing followed behind him for a few steps, then suddenly spoke casually to the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes walking beside him:

"By the way, you mentioned before that you come from another plane. Since we're on our way anyway, could you tell me in detail what kind of world your plane is? What are its customs, power systems, special forces, or forbidden places? I'm quite curious."

His tone was casual, as if he were simply bored on the journey and looking for something to talk about.

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes felt a slight stirring in her heart.

She knew that Zhang Yangqing was not the kind of person who would chat casually or just to satisfy his curiosity.

He must have had his reasons for asking this.

Perhaps it's to better understand the differences in rules between different worlds, in preparation for possible future space exploration?
Or are they assessing the potential value and risks of her "teammate's" background?

In any case, this is an opportunity to demonstrate one's value and gain further trust.

She gathered her thoughts, a hint of reminiscence and a touch of barely perceptible pride on her face, and began to recount her story:
“Since you are interested, I will tell you everything I know. The plane I live in is called the ‘Nine Netherworld’.”

(End of this chapter)