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

After Zhang Yangqing finished writing, the other passengers also wrote their names.

Some are their real names, and some are pseudonyms.

But none of that matters. As long as it's written down, it's equivalent to "signing a contract".

This contract represents the rules here, and they must abide by them.

The old eeriness watched their actions without stopping them, only slowly adding, "Remember, you can only choose to leave or continue living here after seven days."

The passengers were speechless upon hearing this.

Continue to stay? Who would want to stay in this awful place?

After everyone had finished writing, the old, strange, and aged hand took the register and pen, and wrote shakily for a while, seemingly registering and assigning rooms.

Then he got up, moving extremely slowly, as if he might fall apart at any moment.

He walked to the huge cabinet behind him, which was so tall it almost touched the ceiling. There were thousands of densely packed compartments. His thin fingers ran through the rows of keys, and finally selected eight, which he handed to Zhang Yangqing with trembling hands.

张阳青接过钥匙，看了一眼上面贴着的纸条，217、266、205、389、333、314、722、721。

The numbers ranged widely, from over one hundred to over seven hundred, clearly indicating that the guesthouse was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

It's not about physical size, but rather a strange, regulated space where each door might lead to a completely different area.

Zhang Yangqing quickly made the allocation in his mind.

217 is for the lady in gray, 266 is for the woman in white, 205 is for the eerie person in sunglasses, 389 is for the old man in a suit, 333 is for the eerie person with an eye patch, and 314 is for the eerie person without a mouth.

According to the numbering, this should be the second and third floor.

Furthermore, there seem to be a lot of rooms here. For example, room 389. If we judge by normal thinking, there should be at least ninety rooms on the third floor.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the pitch-black, bottomless corridor around him and felt that this place was terrifyingly large and definitely not a simple place.

What's strange is that there are also rooms 722 and 721.

These two rooms are quite far apart from the others, making it feel like they're on the seventh floor.

So Zhang Yangqing gave 722 to himself and 721 to Tongpi Weiwei.

This allocation method was also planned by Zhang Yangqing.

The sunglasses and the eye mask are eerie, located on the second and third floors respectively. They are quite strong, so assigning two ordinary passengers to their vicinity would allow them to lend a hand.

That completes the allocation of the eight.

Some might wonder, given Copper Skin's extraordinary strength, why is he placed on the same level as Zhang Yangqing instead of being sent to lead a team?
This is easy to consider. This guy's purpose is unclear, and he might not even help. It might be much better if Zhang Yangqing personally 'keeps an eye' on him.

Zhang Yangqing distributed the keys to everyone and gave them a few brief instructions.

After distributing the keys, he put the remaining ones in his pocket and casually said, "Everyone, go back and rest."

Just then, the old eerie voice rang out again: "You haven't paid yet."

Zhang Yangqing turned around, looked at the dying old monster, and asked with a smile, "By the way, how much does it cost?"

Actually, even if this guy hadn't said anything, Zhang Yangqing would have remembered. He was just testing him to see if he wanted money or his life.

If you can get in without paying money, then you're probably in deep trouble.

Judging from his current appearance, he probably just wants money; in other words, having money might be beneficial here.

The old eerie figure stretched out his withered finger and gestured a number.

Zhang Yangqing took out the pile of black crystals he had just collected from his pocket, didn't even count them, and slapped them directly on the counter: "Consider the extra as a tip."

There were quite a few crystal blocks; enough to pay for eight people's room and still have some left over.

The old eerie creature stared at the pile of crystals, a strange light seemingly flashing in its turbid eyes.

But he said nothing, only lowered his head and continued writing in his never-ending register.

Just then, the man in sunglasses suddenly pointed towards the "doorway," his voice tinged with surprise: "Look, everyone! The door here has disappeared! I remember we came from here?"

Everyone turned around. Sure enough, the door they had just pushed open at the end of the corridor they had come from had disappeared.

Instead, there was a mottled wall with a strange mural on it, depicting a distorted human figure desperately pounding on a door that could never be opened.

This might be some kind of clue, but it's not certain.

Because Zhang Yangqing still remembered that the windows by the door seemed to have been painted on as well.

The woman in gray walked over quickly and reached out to touch the wall.

It is cold, hard, and solid.

She punched the wall hard, but it didn't budge.

The woman in the white dress also went over and tried to use her strength to blast the wall.

Her cultivation level was not weak, but when that force hit the wall, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without any reaction.

The old man in the suit pushed up his glasses, his expression grave: "This wall possesses the power of rules."

I also tried the sunglasses and the eye mask, but they couldn't budge them at all.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

They were trapped.

Just then, Copper Skin, who had been mostly silent, casually remarked, "What's there to be afraid of? We'll be able to leave in seven days."

His casual tone suggested there was no danger involved.

But these words only made the atmosphere more tense.

As everyone knows, the strangeness of this copper sheet itself is the biggest uncertainty.

Zhang Yangqing smoothed things over with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm here."

His tone was relaxed, carrying a reassuring power.

Hearing this, everyone finally felt relieved.

Yes, with a master here, what's there to be afraid of?
As a temporary "tour guide," Zhang Yangqing thoughtfully led everyone to their respective rooms.

He turned and left the front desk, leading everyone towards the stairs.

Behind me, the lucky cat was still swaying from side to side, its claws extending and retracting, and the smile on its lips seemed to have deepened.

The stairs were an old wooden structure that creaked and groaned underfoot, like the screams of little devils from hell.

But after walking up and down floor after floor, I still couldn't see the end. Even though I was only going to the second floor, it took me a long time.

This is the rule space; the distance between floors is not a physical distance, but some kind of strange concept.

Finally, we arrived at the second floor.

Zhang Yangqing first led the woman in gray to 217.

The corridor is lined with endless doors on both sides, with room numbers arranged sequentially. But strangely, some rooms are missing. For example, next to 217 should be 216 and 218, but there are 216 and 219 instead. 218 is nowhere to be found.

Whether it's a design flaw or some strange phenomenon, we don't know for now.

The woman in gray turned the key and then pushed open the door. Zhang Yangqing went in first.

The room is small, about ten square meters.

A bed, a table, a chair, and a wardrobe.

There was a painting hanging on the wall, just like the ones in the hallway; it depicted the door that couldn't be opened.

The strangest thing is the window.

There are clearly no windows; I just checked from the outside, this building doesn't have any windows at all, yet the curtains are hanging perfectly still. (End of Chapter)