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

Zhang Yangqing looked at the so-called skinning monster that was being held captive by the copper skin monster.

This guy is weird.

It seemed to have no form of its own, and the space remained distorted, like a monster without a physical body.

The faces were all blurry, the features were indistinguishable, and it was impossible to tell whether they were male or female, or even whether they were humanoid monsters.

His silhouette undulated in the air, sometimes clear, sometimes obscured, as if it might vanish at any moment.

At this moment, the audience outside the big screen saw this bizarre skinning scene and felt as if the thing had been censored.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing also saw the same scene, but the difference was that when viewed in person, it looked like a high-definition mosaic, a little clearer than on the screen, but it was only a change from "completely unclear" to "barely able to see the outline moving".

He crouched down and looked at the guy who was struggling and making strange noises.

"What are you going to do with the people you arrested?" Zhang Yangqing asked.

Peeling Skin didn't answer, only making strange "hoho" sounds, and its body twisted even more violently.

"Besides you, are there any other people like you here?" Zhang Yangqing continued to ask.

There was still no answer. Peeling Skin was not feigning ignorance; it seemed to be a species without intelligence, acting solely on instinct.

It would sometimes giggle foolishly, sometimes struggle angrily, and speak in some strange language that was completely incomprehensible, making communication impossible.

Copper Skin Ghost, watching from the side, spoke up: "Master, do you think that female ghost in gray has already been skinned? Was it the guy you saw when you opened the door who did it?"

Zhang Yangqing stood up, looked around, and said, "I had the same idea at first, but when I killed him, his skin melted like candle wax instead of leaving a layer of skin on the ground, which means he's probably still okay. But if we can't find him, then we're in trouble."

The blond-haired man looked strangely distressed, chewing on a rotten flower and sighing, "What can we do? There are so many special rooms here, but that old man won't give us any information."

Copper Skin gave him a strange look: "You've been here for so long, didn't you say that after four days you could ask for one piece of information each day? Haven't you asked for anything useful?"

The blond-haired man rolled his eyes in a strange way, a gesture that looked particularly comical on his bruised and swollen face: "Hey, don't even mention it, this is a trap! I went to ask about it on my fourth day here."

"Because I live on the second floor, I often get harassed by people knocking on my door, saying they want to know how to get into the special rooms so I can go and kill those guys. But the old man just says 'I don't know,' so I thought, since you don't know, this question shouldn't count, right? So I asked again, and guess what?"

Copperface frowned strangely: "He's lying. He doesn't know anything about it."

The blond-haired man looked indignant and resentful: "No, that old bastard said, 'You've already asked today, come back tomorrow!' I wanted to kill him right then and there, damn it!"

The copper sheet looked eerie: "."

This is outrageous!

If it weren't for the fear that killing the old man would trigger some rules or cause him to miss information, Copper Skin Weird would have planned to interrogate him.

Zhang Yangqing listened silently, his face expressionless, but he had already memorized this trap.

The thought of those chosen ones who had spent four days here, full of anticipation, going to ask the old man, only to find out they had been tricked, made him want to laugh.

Of course, Zhang Yangqing kept his emotions hidden, silently noting it down without saying anything.

At this moment, the Copper-Skinned Ghost spoke up again: "Great God, why don't we keep this woman in her room and wait for the Skin-Peeling Ghost to attack? We can catch them one by one, and we'll eventually catch the right one."

The woman in the white dress trembled slightly upon hearing this.

This should have been a terrifying experience, but because Zhang Yangqing was there, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "I can help."

Zhang Yangqing did not agree immediately.

He was observing the things on the wall that could be tentatively called "human skin," and then took out the photograph for comparison.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing knew that Tongpi's method was correct, but it was too slow.

He was looking for details.

After observing for a while, Zhang Yangqing suddenly discovered many key points.

The first point is unrelated to the information we need right now. It's about the human skin here. Some of it doesn't look like the skin of those eerie humanoid figures, but rather like human skin, so there must be other living people living here.

That means this is a place similar to a 'black zone,' a place where living people and other creatures can 'live' and hide from bizarre attacks.

In other words, the rules suggest locations where humans can survive.

Of course, there are too many strange things here, and Zhang Yangqing certainly cannot reveal this information.

There's also some information from the starting point, such as the dark red room where the woman in gray is in the photo, where there are no human skins hanging on the walls.

The walls of this room were covered with human skin.

He then looked at the room number, which was 281.

The room of the woman in the white dress who was attacked was 266.

Does this mean that a skinning monster has a certain attack range?

266 to 281 is this area, and the one that attacked 217 should be another skinning monster near 217.
Therefore, the mysterious stronghold of the skin-peeling operation should be located near the "center" of their respective attack ranges.

However, these rooms are hidden and require a special method to open.

Zhang Yangqing had made up his mind.

He stood up and said to the Copper-Skinned Monster, "Take this Skin-Peeling Monster out."

Although Tongpi didn't understand why, he did as instructed.

The three men escorted the still-struggling, skinned monster into the corridor.

Zhang Yangqing carefully observed the surrounding walls. The corridors here were winding and complex, and the door numbers were chaotic, but with his powerful perception, he was still able to detect some subtle anomalies.

Soon, his gaze settled on an area.

It was an ordinary-looking wall, no different from the surrounding walls.

But Zhang Yangqing noticed that the airflow near the wall was a bit strange, with a faint sense of "dislocation".

He made the Copper Skin Monster touch the wall with its Skin Peeling Monster hand.

Only a spatially distorted being like the Skin-Peeling Monster can open a room that is not displayed due to its distorted nature.

The moment the eerie, skinning hand touched the wall.

A door suddenly appeared out of nowhere on that wall!

The house number slowly appeared: 232.

Copper Skin's strange eyes lit up. This time, without Zhang Yangqing's instructions, he kicked open the door and rushed in.

Sure enough, there was a person lying in the room—the woman in gray!

She lay unconscious on the ground, pale-faced, but without any wounds and her clothes were intact.

It just lay there quietly, as if it were asleep.

Even when she's lying down, the fullness of her breasts is very obvious; they're big even when she's lying down, proving that they really are big.

The blond-haired man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he instinctively lunged forward.

"This woman must be unconscious. Let me do CPR!"

He kept shouting, completely forgetting that he was still an injured person, and he was so desperate to become the Frog Prince.

He had just taken a step when another skinning monster suddenly pounced out from the corner!
The guy darted out of the shadows and pounced on the blond-haired man eerily! (End of Chapter)