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

In the center of the room stood a wooden frame with various chains and ropes hanging from it.

Hooks were nailed to the walls all around, and whips, iron rulers, and clamps were hung on the hooks.
All kinds of torture instruments were available, some were rusty, and some still had dried bloodstains.

Scattered on the ground were some broken wooden sticks and broken leather whips, as well as some fragments whose shapes were not clearly visible.

Several bottles were piled up in the corner, filled with a strangely colored liquid that emitted a pungent odor.

Beside it was a thick stack of cultivation notes, the paper yellowed and the edges curled up, clearly having been flipped through countless times.

The most disturbing thing about this scene is the eeriness of the mouthless creature.

His eyes instantly reddened, and his body trembled slightly.

He walked over, picked up a broken leather whip, and ran his fingers over the bloodstains on it, his hands trembling violently.

He knew how much his child was suffering.

But he didn't know it would be this bitter.

The little boy stood at the door, head down, not daring to look at his father's expression.

His voice was very soft, like a child who had done something wrong: "I signed a contract with that uncle. I can't run away, and I can't disobey, or I'll die."

The mouthless creature turned around strangely and hugged its son tightly.

Zhang Yangqing didn't disturb them, but instead walked around the room.

He walked to the wall, picked up a cultivation notebook, and flipped through it.

The handwriting in the notebook was crooked and messy, and some parts had been erased many times. It was obviously the cultivation plan written by that "uncle".

He frowned and asked the mouthless man eerily, "When you lost to him, did you know who he was?"

The mute, strangely putting down his son, began to use sign language: "Back then, I was involved in the casino. That guy was one of the two bosses behind the scenes. Everyone called him 'Blue Eyes' because his eyes were blue, very distinctive, and you could recognize him at a glance."

He paused, then continued gesturing: "Back then, I made money and resources at the casino. To prolong my wife's life and to give my son a better future, I won a lot using magician techniques."

When you make too much money, you'll naturally attract attention. I knew I couldn't keep making money, but I had no other choice, so I had to give my son to him.

His hand stopped gesturing at this point, as if he had used up all his strength.

Zhang Yangqing did not speak.

At this moment, Copper Skin strangely rummaged through the room, finding some things in a corner.

Several ledgers, some strange prescriptions, and a manuscript full of plans.

He looked through it for a while, his expression growing increasingly serious.

He looked up, his tone serious: "Master, this guy probably has two plans for training that kid."

Zhang Yangqing looked at him, as if to say, "Go on."

Copper Skin pointed strangely at the cultivation plans and prescriptions: "First, train him to be a thug and work for him. Second, he seems to want to nurture that kid and start devouring him once the kid's illusion techniques are mastered."

He paused, then added, "I prefer the second option because the props and cultivation resources in the room tend to accelerate growth recklessly, regardless of the consequences. If you want to train someone into a subordinate, you won't torture them like this."

Zhang Yangqing nodded.

His analysis is correct; I would do the same if I were in his shoes.

It's like raising animals; raising them for food and raising them for self-defense are two different things.

If you want an animal to protect you and be loyal to you, you have to treat it well.

Pig farming is about figuring out how to make pigs grow up quickly so you can eat them yourself.

After analyzing the situation, Zhang Yangqing said, "The most troublesome thing now is the contract on the child. It's not easy to deal with. Let's wait here for that guy to appear." He judged that this guy was definitely suspicious, and the clues might be on him.

It's possible he's a demon.

Zhang Yangqing noticed that Tongpi also looked at him strangely. His eyes held the same suspicion.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

The blond-haired man came running over, panting, with an excited expression on his face.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "Did you find any clues?"

The blond-haired man scratched his head mysteriously: "A little, but not much. I know for sure that the woman in your portrait lives on the fifth floor, but I don't know which room she's in or whether she's still here."

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "That's good, it's already very good."

The blond-haired man's strange eyes lit up, and he immediately perked up: "Why don't we go together? I believe that with my love for her, heaven will guide me!"

Zhang Yangqing looked at the copper-plated man strangely, his eyes asking if he wanted to come along.

Copper Skin Strange seems to have little interest in finding beautiful women, at least not as much as he did in finding demons.

He waved his hand: "You two go ahead, I'll stay here and keep watch."

Before Zhang Yangqing could say anything more, Tongpi added mysteriously, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and won't act rashly."

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to leave mysteriously with the blond-haired man.

The two arrived at the fifth floor.

The corridor here is even darker and more dilapidated than the one below.

Several old wall lamps hung from the ceiling, their lights flickering and emitting a buzzing electrical sound.

A large patch of wallpaper had peeled off the wall, revealing the moldy wall underneath.

The floor was covered with a dirty carpet that felt soft and spongy underfoot, and it smelled musty and had some kind of indescribable fishy stench.

The corridor was narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side.

Most of the doors on both sides were tightly closed, with only one or two occasionally ajar, from which strange sounds could be heard: whispers, groans, or the sound of something being dragged on the ground.

The blond-haired man walked ahead suspiciously, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something, looking around as if to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

Zhang Yangqing noticed and asked, "Is there something you want to say? Don't worry, it's just the two of us here."

Huang Mao hesitated strangely for a long time, as if he was having a fierce internal struggle.

He stopped and turned to look at Zhang Yangqing, lowering his voice: "Brother, I shouldn't have said this, but I just wanted to ask, are you from out of town? Are you familiar with that copper-skinned guy?"

Zhang Yangqing didn't know why he asked that, so he casually replied, "I am indeed from out of town, and I just met that guy."

The blond-haired man looked around warily, took a step closer, and lowered his voice even further: "You need to be careful of him."

Zhang Yangqing raised an eyebrow: "I've always been very careful around him because I always felt like he was plotting against me."

The blond-haired man stared wide-eyed in astonishment: "How did you figure that out?"

Zhang Yangqing smiled and said, "He speaks much like me, always avoiding the important points. I tried several times to get information out of him, but he only said a little bit each time and didn't finish. Moreover, his purpose in coming here is not pure. It's true that he is looking for the demons, but he concealed the threat posed by the demons."

The blond-haired man stared blankly for a moment, then muttered, "So even Big Brother knew!"

"What were you trying to say?" Zhang Yangqing asked.

The blond-haired man took a deep, eerie breath, as if to bolster his courage: "Actually, I've heard some bad rumors about that guy here, but I don't want to talk behind people's backs, and besides, they're just rumors, unverifiable." (End of Chapter)