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

The cat owner glanced back at Zhang Yangqing, who nodded.

The cat owner turned around and said to the people in the yard, "We're all on the same side."

The expressions of the men and women changed instantly; their wariness seemed to vanish on the surface.

Instead, they felt an indescribable emotion—a mix of surprise, excitement, and something else they couldn't quite explain, or perhaps a heightened sense of vigilance.

Humans are not afraid of the supernatural, but they are afraid of traitors and moles.

Like the man with the eye patch, his family was killed by an insider, and his wife and children were torn apart, which was a terrible tragedy.

Therefore, it's normal for some people to be wary of Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing didn't stay in the courtyard for long. He just chatted with those people briefly and then left.

He didn't ask them why they lived there, nor how they survived.

Those things are not what he needs to worry about right now.

He needs to obtain three human corpses, any of them will do.

However, Zhang Yangqing doesn't always kill his targets without a reason.

Getting involved in too much karma is not good; you might have to come back to this world again.

If you can find a pretext, then find one.

If you can use someone else to do the dirty work, then do it.

If you can save trouble, then save trouble.

The cat owner led Zhang Yangqing to his home, and as they walked, he spoke with a hint of apology in his voice: "Brother, please don't mind them. Those people were rude, but everyone here is a good person. We all help each other out and face any difficulties together."

He pushed open an iron door, revealing a small living room with several holes in the sofa, a few enamel mugs piled on the coffee table, and an old television set in the corner.

A faded New Year's picture was pasted on the wall. It depicted a chubby baby holding a carp, but the baby's face was already blurred.

Zhang Yangqing sat down on the sofa and casually said, "It's good to be a little wary. By the way, do you have any enemies?"

The cat owner paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "An enemy? Dude, why are you asking that?"

Zhang Yangqing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a wicked smile that seemed to say, "Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you."

That smile held a hint of amusement, a touch of mockery, and a deeper, enigmatic meaning.

A beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes stood beside him, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw that smile.

She knew the most humiliating part was about to begin.

Sure enough, Zhang Yangqing pointed at her, his tone serious, as if he were reading an important document: "The beautiful woman in front of you is the powerful member of the Qing Tong family who successfully escaped from prison with hellish difficulty, a top expert in the human world, the new savior who possesses the Sacred Relic of the Savior, a great pioneer who takes it upon himself to return humanity to the surface world, the deepest-hidden human spy in Yu Du, and the chosen one who is about to rewrite the fate of this world."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes blushed instantly, and she lowered her head, wishing she could bury her face in the floor.

Why does my brother tell everyone he meets?
I used to feel proud and honored to be a savior, but after my older brother did this, it feels like some kind of shameful play!

It's even more shameful than running naked in the street!
Her ears turned bright red, her fingers unconsciously twisted together, and she pursed her lips repeatedly, but in the end, she said nothing.

The cat owner's eyes widened, and his mouth was agape enough to fit a fist.

His gaze lingered on the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes for a long while, then he looked at the holy sword at her waist and the holy armor on her body, his voice trembling slightly:
"Wow! That's awesome! The Holy Sword Armor? That's a legendary item! No wonder you guys are all so powerful!"

He rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement and anticipation.

"If there's anything I can help with, just say so! I'm just a worthless life; if it can save the world, you can have it!"

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand, his tone becoming serious: "We plan to save the world, but we also need to eliminate the traitors among humanity. Otherwise, if the plan is exposed, we'll run into trouble. Do you have any such people around you? Tell us, and we'll take care of them." He winked at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes understood. She straightened her back, trying to make herself look more dignified, and nodded, saying, "That's right, my rule is to eliminate traitors."

She spoke in a deliberately low voice, conveying an unquestionable authority.

The cat owner listened with utmost respect, nodding repeatedly: "So it's the rule of the savior! I understand!"

He thought for a moment, then lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard: "Brother, there are three scoundrels around here. Last time, one of our friends obtained a treasure, and I suspect they were the ones who killed him, but we can't find any evidence. Our friend is dead and there's no way to prove it."

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "These are the ones."

The cat owner hesitated for a moment, a hint of worry on his face: "Brother, those three guys are very strong, and they have several powerful special magical artifacts. Should you call a few more people? I know a few brothers, although their strength is average, there's strength in numbers."

Zhang Yangqing stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes, and said casually, "Don't doubt the savior's abilities."

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes stood there straight, her back straighter than ever before, her expression serious and solemn, as if she were attending an important ceremony.

But her heart was screaming: Please, brother, stop talking! I can't take it anymore!

She felt her face burning hot, but she couldn't show it.

She is the savior, and the savior must be dignified, ruthless, and awe-inspiring.

She dug her fingers into her palm, using the pain to suppress the urge to run away.

The cat owner nodded and said no more.

He led the way, pushed open the door, and walked into the alley.

Zhang Yangqing followed behind, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes walked in the middle, and the white-collar man carrying a sack walked at the back.

The contents of the sack swayed with his steps, making dull thumping sounds.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the cat owner stopped, pointed to a gray-white building in front of him, and said in a low voice, "That's it, the third floor, the first room on the left at the top of the stairs. They're usually there, probably drinking at this time."

Zhang Yangqing looked up at the building. The exterior walls were mottled, some windows were broken, some were covered with newspapers, and some had thick curtains drawn.

The lights in the hallway flickered on and off, emitting a buzzing sound.

A smell mixed with musty and sour alcohol wafted from the hallway, making people feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Let's go." Zhang Yangqing stepped into the stairwell.

The cat owner followed behind, and his cat had somehow become very aggressive and wary.

It's clear that his cat has a bad memory of this place.

The first room on the left at the top of the stairs on the third floor.

The door was made of wood, very old, with a large patch of paint peeling off, revealing the blackened wooden planks underneath.

Dim light shone through the crack in the door, along with the sounds of chattering and clinking glasses.

Someone was laughing, laughing loudly and unrestrainedly, as if nothing in this world was worth their attention.

Zhang Yangqing raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

The laughter inside stopped, footsteps approached, and the door was pulled open a crack, revealing a face full of fat, with small eyes, a large nose, and thick lips.

He sized Zhang Yangqing up and down, his tone rude: "Who are you?" (End of Chapter)