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

Hearing the question from the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, Zhang Yangqing looked at her thoughtfully and said, "I remember you told me a story before about the savior of this world, or rather, the destroyer."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes nodded, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes: "I didn't expect you to remember, but what does this have to do with the painting?"

Zhang Yangqing did not answer directly, but instead reached out and untied the long, narrow object wrapped in rags from his waist.

After the man with the sunglasses checked into the hotel, he returned the item to Zhang Yangqing.

He peeled back the cloth layer by layer, revealing the crystal-clear, radiant holy sword inside.

"Take a look at what I dug up from the Qing Tong family's territory."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes received the holy sword, her hands trembling slightly. The moment her fingers touched the blade, a pure and vast holy aura surged from it, completely at odds with the strange energy of this world.

Her eyes widened as she sensed the energy fluctuations that resonated with the power of the Immortal Tree Fruit within her.

"This is holy power? Could it be that this is the relic of that savior?"

She suddenly looked up and stared at Zhang Yangqing.

"Wait a minute, brother, have you been to the Qing Tong family?"

Her voice was filled with disbelief.

Zhang Yangqing smiled, a hint of amusement in his smile: "I've been there. The myths and legends about your prison break still circulate there. I heard you tell stories about your childhood at the Undying Mountain, and they seemed plausible. I guessed that you should be in this world."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes smiled awkwardly, a hint of shyness flashing across her face: "Ah, those are all unpleasant memories, let's not talk about them. But what are you doing in the Qing Tong family, brother? With your strength, they shouldn't find out, right?"

Zhang Yangqing said casually, "Similar to you, I started as a miner. No, it seems like I'm still a miner now."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was stunned, her mouth slightly agape: "Huh? How did you escape, brother?"

She was a survivor from there, so she naturally knew how treacherous the underground world was, how dark those mines were, and how cruel the Qing Tong family overseers were.

Her escape was a narrow escape, the result of countless struggles and calculations.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at her and said casually, "No, I only came out after I wiped out the Qing Tong family."

Peach blossom eyes beauty: "."

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, but in the end, she said nothing.

I escaped by running away, while others fought their way out.

Is this the difference between myself and the experts?

Holding the holy sword, she exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "Brother, you are really amazing. When I was in that place, I was thinking about how to survive every day. I didn't even dare to look at the foreman for more than once. But you, you wiped out the whole family. I can never catch up with this difference in my life."

Her tone was complimentary, but more than anything, it conveyed a heartfelt admiration.

This woman knows how to sweet-talk people.

She's more professional than anyone else at being a simp.

If the blond guy saw this, he'd probably be furious.

His goddess, in front of other men, smiled more brightly than flowers and spoke sweeter than honey.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand, interrupting her flattery: "Alright, you're holding this in your hand, so you should know how 'supermodel' that savior was back then. He possessed power that this world doesn't have, and he came here to subvert dimensions and attack, but unfortunately he violated the rules, causing the bizarre multidimensional world to descend."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes turned serious, looking at the holy sword in her hand thoughtfully: "Brother, do you mean that this painting is related to that savior?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded, his gaze returning to the painting on the wall: "That's right, I guess that guy felt he was being played by the Heavenly Dao. In other words, when he destroyed the Demon Clan, he knew he was being deceived by the rules, so he started to plan, waiting for a supermodel to appear in this world to help him achieve redemption."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes looked at the holy sword in her hand, then at the door on the wall that could never be opened, and suddenly realized something: "Could it be that this painting was also left behind by that savior?"

Zhang Yangqing's lips curled up slightly: "That's right, this painting is his design, and this guesthouse is also his creation. Only by deciphering the secrets in the painting can one obtain his treasure. This is also why the painting signs a contract with each guest but does not harm them; it is a screening process."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes nodded thoughtfully.

The boss is definitely right, but how do we crack it?
She has lived here for several years and looks at this painting every day without noticing anything unusual.

Sometimes, staring at it for too long would even make him feel dizzy. Actually, there were some things Zhang Yangqing didn't say.

He guessed that the savior was definitely a "chosen one".

He is screening people who are also chosen ones.

Because only the chosen ones can see the rules and understand the meaning of their painting.

The shoes will only appear if a special guest is present.

If an ordinary person lives here and leaves after seven days, nothing will happen.

Only the chosen ones will notice the anomaly in the painting and seek its secrets.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "Did you know there were basements or similar places here?"

The woman with peach blossom eyes thought for a moment and said, "I know. There's a mysterious room on the first floor with a basement. I've been there, and it's completely empty; there's nothing there."

“Take me with you, and bring the painting and those shoes too,” Zhang Yangqing said.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes did as she was told, carefully taking down the painting from the wall and picking up the pair of gray leather shoes from the corner before following Zhang Yangqing out of the room.

The two went down to the first floor.

Room 171.

The door was broken, half-open, and made a jarring creaking sound when pushed open.

The room was in a mess, as if some tragedy had occurred.

There were deep scratches on the walls, stretching from the ceiling to the floor.

Broken pieces of furniture were scattered on the ground, along with some blackened bloodstains that couldn't be wiped clean.

A faint smell of decay filled the air, as if something had died here, rotted, and turned to dust.

Zhang Yangqing glanced around and his gaze fell on the floor.

There's a crack there, but you can't see it unless you look closely.

He walked over, squatted down, gripped the edge of the crack with his fingers, and pried it open forcefully.

A floorboard was lifted up, revealing a dark passage underneath.

A cold, damp wind blew out of the passageway, carrying a musty smell.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes peeked down and said, "This is it. I've been down here before, and there's nothing down there."

Zhang Yangqing didn't rush down. He asked the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes to hang the painting on the wall below the passage, and then asked her to come up.

He changed into those gray leather shoes.

The shoes fit him perfectly, as if they were made for him.

He wiggled his toes and felt the fine treads on the soles of his shoes getting slightly warm.

Then, he walked to the entrance of the passage and looked down.

A deep blue light emerged from the depths of the passage.

The light was faint, like a firefly in the distance, or the cold light emitted by some creature in the deep sea.

It flickers, as if it's breathing, or as if it's beckoning.

Zhang Yangqing knew that rule 19 had been triggered here.

[Rule 19: If you find a downward staircase with a faint blue light at its depths, suppress your curiosity unless you are wearing self-propelled gray leather shoes.] (End of Chapter)