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

Heavy, deep red curtains hung from the ceiling to the floor, covering the entire wall.

The woman in gray walked over and drew back the curtains.

There was a wall behind it.

A solid wall without any gaps.

The woman in gray looked somewhat pale.

Zhang Yangqing walked around the room, checking the wardrobe, under the bed, and the tables and chairs, but found nothing unusual.

After looking around, Zhang Yangqing said, "It's alright, I haven't found any problems yet."

This is a world of ghost stories, where a few problems are basically no problems at all.

He then pointed to the painting in the corner: "This painting is a bit strange, don't stare at it unless you have to."

The woman in gray nodded and gripped the keys tightly.

Zhang Yangqing left 217 and continued with the others.

Next up is the room with the sunglasses looking eerie.

This room is a bit larger than the one in gray, but the layout is similar.

It has curtains, no windows, and a painting hanging on the wall.

The difference is that there are several deep scratch marks on the floor of this room, as if something had struggled desperately here.

The scratches stretched from the edge of the bed to the doorway, then back to the bed, repeating back and forth, a shocking sight.

The man in sunglasses crouched down strangely and touched the scratches with his fingers: "Fresh scratches are no more than a month old."

Zhang Yangqing nodded without saying anything more and went to the strangely blindfolded room.

The room was similar to the one in the sunglasses room, but there was a black stain on the bed that had dried, like the residue of some kind of liquid solidified.

Although the blindfolded eerie figure had no eyes, he reached out and touched the stain, then sniffed it: "Blood, eerie blood."

Zhang Yangqing didn't say much, he just nodded.

After reviewing these few rooms, Zhang Yangqing continued to arrange rooms for the others. After all, he wanted to take a look himself to prevent them from dying at the very beginning. These passengers were, to some extent, the cost of 'trial and error,' and at least he wanted to know how they died.

Zhang Yangqing followed the woman in the white dress to her room.

The room was surprisingly clean and tidy. There were brand new sheets on the bed, a bunch of dried flowers on the table, and even something that looked like a dressing table.

There were several women's clothes hanging in the closet; the styles were old, but they were well-preserved.

But it also has curtains, and it also has no windows.

The woman in the white dress carefully checked everything and, finding nothing amiss, breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man in the suit's room was rather messy.

The bed sheet was crumpled up, several pieces of clothing were scattered on the floor, there was a half-finished glass of water on the table, and several cigarette butts were in the ashtray next to it.

It's as if the people who lived here just left in a hurry.

The old man in the suit pushed up his glasses, picked up the half-full glass of water, and smelled it: "It has no taste."

Zhang Yangqing glanced at it: "Don't drink it, no matter when, understand?"

The old man in the suit nodded and put the water glass back in its place.

He definitely wouldn't drink it, but Zhang Yangqing's suggestion was that no matter when, for example, if there's a fire here and you're unbearably thirsty, you could drink it.

Next, Zhang Yangqing arrived at the eerie room with no mouth.

This room is the most special one; there's a diary on the bed.

The mouthless creature walked over strangely and opened the diary.

The writing inside was crooked and messy, like something a child would write.

"On my first day here, I checked in and it was great."

"The next day, I found there were no windows, but I wasn't afraid."

"On the third day, something was moving behind the curtains, but I didn't dare to look."

"It seems to have come out on the fourth day!"

"On the fifth day, it..."

This concludes my diary entry.

The following pages were torn out.

The mouthless creature strangely raised its head and looked at Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing took the diary, flipped through it, and then put it back. "Don't sleep in that bed," he said.

It nodded strangely, without a mouth.

I've seen all the other floors, only the seventh floor is left.

Zhang Yangqing and Tongpi continued upstairs in a strange manner.

As the stairs grew longer, strange marks began to appear on the surrounding walls: bloodstains, scratches, and some unrecognizable writing.

The wall lamps flickered on and off, some of them had gone out completely, leaving only darkness.

After walking for who knows how long, we finally reached the seventh floor.

The corridor on the seventh floor was darker than the floors below, and there was a faint musty smell and a faint fishy smell in the air.

722 and 721, door to door.

Zhang Yangqing stood in front of room 722, looking at the copper-plated door strangely: "Do you want me to come into your room to check?"

Copper Skin waved his hand strangely and chuckled, "Don't worry, Great God. Although I'm not very capable, the strange creatures here will still have to pay a price if they want to deal with me, and..."

He pointed to 722: "Aren't you right across the street? If something happens, I'll just shout and you'll hear me."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, said nothing more, and pushed open the door to room 722.

Copper Skin Ghost also pushed open the door to 721 and went inside.

Zhang Yangqing stepped into the room.

This room is larger than the ones below, and its layout is completely different.

There was no bed, no table, and no wardrobe.

There was only one thing: building blocks.

Countless building blocks were scattered on the floor, forming a small mountain.

Zhang Yangqing walked over, squatted down, and examined it carefully.

These are no ordinary building blocks. Each one is engraved with strange symbols and emits a faint glow.

Some of the blocks have been put together to form a strange shape, like a tower, a maze, or a twisted human figure.

He counted them; there were 147 blocks in total.

74 pieces have been assembled, while the remaining 73 pieces are scattered on the ground.

It's like someone is building blocks here, getting halfway through, not knowing how to continue, and then "checking out"? Or "disappearing"?

Zhang Yangqing stood up and looked around.

This room also has curtains, but no windows.

There was another painting hanging on the wall, just like in the other rooms, with that door that couldn't be opened.

But he noticed a detail.

In that painting, something seems to be looking out through the crack in the door.

In just a moment, when he looked again, everything was gone.

Zhang Yangqing stared at the painting for a few seconds, then looked away.

He walked to the pile of blocks, picked up a block that hadn't been put together, and examined it from all angles.

Could the symbols on the building blocks be connected to the strange marks in the other passengers' rooms?
Are the traces left in the room—scratches, bloodstains, diaries, half-full glasses of water, unfinished cigarettes—like these building blocks, "unfinished" things left by the previous guest?

Seven days, stay for a full seven days.

If the previous guest didn't complete the 'task', will he be unable to leave?
Zhang Yangqing put the building blocks back in their place, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

There was a wall behind it.

But when he reached out and pressed it, he felt an extremely faint fluctuation.

It's like there's something on the other side of the wall.

But as the old man in the suit said, the wall seemed to have special rules that restricted its movement, making it impossible to push it open.

He didn't investigate further, but simply let go and closed the curtains again.

Pulling his thoughts back, Zhang Yangqing continued to observe the strange building blocks in the room.

He squatted down and examined each piece carefully.

On the blocks, some spires are missing, some bases have cracks, and some seem to have a hole drilled in them.

He tried to pick up an unassembled block, intending to place it in an empty space, when in that instant, a powerful wave of hunger washed over him! (End of Chapter)