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

Although Copper Skin Strange joined the group, the other passengers were very wary of him.

The woman in gray quietly moved to the side, keeping a distance from him.

The woman in the white dress held the box, watching his every move warily.

The old man in the suit adjusted his glasses, his eyes darting around.

The sunglasses-wearing and eye-mask-wearing figures stood directly between Zhang Yangqing and the copper-skinned figure, giving off a "we'll fight you if you dare to move" vibe.

In their view, the fact that the BOSS, Copper Skin Weird, was following them meant no good.

If he had the chance, he would definitely kill the ticket seller god, wouldn't that put himself in danger?
But the ticket seller had already agreed to take him along, so he couldn't say anything.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the strange consciousness was also communicating with Zhang Yangqing.

"Master, this guy definitely has a purpose." The eerie consciousness's tone was wary.

Zhang Yangqing said calmly, "That's for sure. He said a lot of the truth, but none of it was the main point. And he kept following me, as if he was trying to figure something out."

The eerie consciousness paused for a moment: "Then why did you let that powerful figure follow you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had said the wrong thing. His words sounded questioning and accusatory, which might not be in line with his identity as a "dog".

He quickly added, "Of course, I don't doubt your abilities, I'm just worried you might be in danger."

Zhang Yangqing laughed: "Observation is mutual. He wants to obtain information, and so do I. Maybe he knows what might be in this guesthouse, but he doesn't know the rules of the guesthouse and hasn't obtained anything from inside."

The eerie consciousness suddenly realized: "I understand! He's planning to use the Great God to clear the game!"

As he spoke, the man was full of resentment and his eyes were wary.

Daring to exploit a guru? That's practically suicide!

Zhang Yangqing said, "Look at those passengers, aren't they also trying to use me for help? I just think there might be something of value in them, like intelligence or something."

"After all, this is our first time here, and we're not native residents. They definitely know more, and we can avoid taking any detours."

The eerie consciousness seemed to ponder: "This is what the master often taught me: everyone takes what they need. I see."

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yangqing had already arrived at the entrance of the guesthouse.

He glanced back at the copper-clad man and asked strangely, "You've never been here before?"

Copper Skin shook his head strangely: "I've never been here. My own territory has many strange places. Unless there are specific circumstances, I don't dare to go there. I'm only familiar with the villa area where I live."

Zhang Yangqing silently memorized these words.

He asked the eerie consciousness in his mind, "From his words, can you understand where the danger lies?"

The eerie consciousness pondered for a while before speaking: "It's the villa area where this copper-skinned man lives, because he knows all the rules there, and it would be easy for him to kill us."

Zhang Yangqing nodded.

This guy guessed it.

Zhang Yangqing raised his hand and pushed open the slightly ajar door.

The door hinges emitted a piercing creaking sound, like the scream of some creature.

A strange stench, a mixture of musty, burnt, and bloody smells, wafted over.

Before me lay a long, narrow corridor. On either side of the corridor were mottled walls, with a row of old wall lamps hanging on them, their light flickering and changing, illuminating the entire corridor like a scene from a nightmare.

The floor beneath our feet was made of old wooden planks that creaked underfoot. In some places, it had rotted and collapsed, revealing dark, gaping holes underneath.

At the end of the corridor, a reception desk can be vaguely seen.

But what's most eye-catching is something placed next to the doorway.

That's a lucky cat.

But it's completely different from a regular lucky cat.

It was taller than a person, entirely black, with fine cracks covering its surface from which a dark red liquid seeped. Its eyes were two blood-red gems, gleaming eerily in the dim light.

Its claws don't swing up and down, but rather sway from side to side. With each sway, the claws extend an inch and then retract.

The most bizarre thing was its mouth, which was a human mouth with the corners of its mouth splitting open to the base of its ears, revealing two rows of uneven teeth.

The teeth were covered in black blood, with a few bits of flesh hanging on them.

It's laughing.

That smile sent chills down your spine.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at it, then walked past it as if nothing had happened.

The passengers behind them held their breath and passed by quickly.

The corridor was longer than I had imagined.

It took about a minute to walk to the front desk.

An old, eerie man sat at the front desk.

His skin was as dry as tree bark, his eyes were sunken, and his face was covered with age spots.

He was wearing a worn-out Zhongshan suit, reading glasses, and holding a thick register in his hand, writing something shakily.

His breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, as if he had only one breath left and could vanish at any moment.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head.

Those cloudy eyes looked at Zhang Yangqing through his reading glasses.

"Lodging, or inquiring about information?" His voice was hoarse and slow, as if it came from a grave.

Looking at the old, eerie figure on the verge of death, Zhang Yangqing didn't rush to answer. Instead, he asked two questions: "Can I get in without staying overnight?"

The old man's murky eyes darted around, and his voice remained hoarse and slow: "You can stay without lodging, and you can come in, but only in the corridor. You can't enter any area. If you want to stay, you must stay for seven days, otherwise you can't leave, and you can't leave either."

He raised his withered finger and pointed to the tightly closed doors on both sides of the corridor: "You can't open these doors. You don't have the key, the room number, or the right to."

His way of speaking was strange, but at least he made himself clear.

Zhang Yangqing nodded and then asked, "What price must be paid to gather information?"

The old eeriness lowered his head and continued writing something shakily in the register. After several seconds, he finally answered:

"If you want to get information, you need to stay until the fourth day, and you can ask me for one piece of information each day."

He looked up at Zhang Yangqing through his nearly falling-down reading glasses: "The information is limited to this guesthouse."

After listening, Zhang Yangqing turned around and looked at the group of anxious passengers behind him.

The gray-clad woman and the other strange beings were somewhat uneasy, because it was indeed dangerous here. At least they felt that their lives were out of their control. The bronze-skinned strange being, on the other hand, had a "I'm just here to watch the show" expression. There was no way around it; this guy was at the same level as Zhang Yangqing, so he wasn't really panicked.

Zhang Yangqing spoke up, his tone as casual as if he were arranging a regular tour group itinerary: "Everyone must be tired from the journey, let's find some accommodation."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

The woman in gray was the first to react, nodding repeatedly: "Okay, okay! I'll listen to you, Master!"

The old man in the suit pushed up his glasses: "Since the expert says so, there must be some truth to it."

The man in sunglasses and the man in eye masks exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Stop!"

The mouthless creature nodded strangely, its meaning clear: it was sticking with you.

Copper Skin scratched his head strangely and chuckled, "I'll live here too! Anyway, I should be fine as long as I'm with the Great God."

Zhang Yangqing turned around, picked up the worn-out pen from the front desk, and scribbled a name in the register. (End of Chapter)