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

"It's for you," Zhang Yangqing replied casually.

The man in the room stared at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, paused for a moment, and then smiled.

That smile was disgusting, as if he had seen something interesting, or something that was within easy reach.

His eyes were narrowed to slits, and his mouth was stretched wide, revealing a few yellowed teeth.

"Hey, there's a beautiful lady here too? Come in, come in, let's have a couple of drinks."

He opened the door and called out to someone inside.

"Brothers, we have guests!"

The room looked bigger inside than outside. A round table was placed in the middle, with several wine bottles and a few small dishes on it.

Three people sat around the table: one was bald, one was skinny, and the other had long hair.

When they saw Zhang Yangqing and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, they were stunned for a moment, then they all stood up and showed the same smile as the person who opened the door.

The bald man slammed his hand on the table: "What a rare guest! Come, come, sit down! What's the matter?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes didn't move. She stood there, her back ramrod straight, her gaze sweeping across the four people's faces as if trying to identify something.

Seeing that she didn't move, the bald man's face darkened for a moment, but he quickly put on a smile again: "What? You're not giving me face? We brothers are considered big shots in this area, can't we even buy you a drink?"

The person who opened the door walked over and reached out to put his hand on the shoulder of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

His movements were casual, as if he had done them countless times, so practiced it was disgusting.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes didn't flinch; she simply turned her head and glanced at him.

That glance held no anger, no disgust, not even any emotion.

There was only one kind of cold, a cold that seeped into your bones and sent chills down your spine.

The person who opened the door froze in mid-air, his smile stuck on his face, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

His hand slowly withdrew, like a snake whose tail had been stepped on.

The bald man sensed something was wrong; the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by vigilance and unease.

He looked at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes, then at Zhang Yangqing, and grunted, his voice changing tone: "What exactly do you want?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear: "I want to confirm whether you have harmed your own kind for the sake of treasure."

The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

The bald man's face turned bright red, as if something shameful had been exposed.

He slammed his hand on the table, knocking over the wine bottle and spilling wine all over the table.

His voice was loud, as if he were trying to embolden himself: "You're talking nonsense! When did we kill anyone? Do you have any proof?"

The skinny man huddled in the corner, silent, his eyes darting around.

The long-haired person suddenly had a dagger in their hand, the tip pointing downwards, hidden behind their sleeve.

The man who opened the door stood next to the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes. The smile on his face was long gone, replaced by a gloomy expression, as if he wanted to devour someone.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes did not answer the bald man's question; she simply drew her sword, and the blade flashed.

The bald man's voice stopped abruptly. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was still agape, maintaining the posture he had been in when he shouted.

A thin red line appeared on his neck, which slowly thickened, and then black blood gushed out from it.

His body swayed, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The skinny man turned and ran, but after two steps he collapsed to the ground, the wound on his leg so deep that the bone was visible.

Before the long-haired man could even throw his dagger, his wrist was severed, and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The man who opened the door stood rooted to the spot, as if frozen in place. He stared at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes, his gaze shifting from anger to fear, and from fear to despair.

His lips trembled as he managed to squeeze out a few words: "You! Who are you?!"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes sheathed her sword, her voice calm, and called out the name that shamed her: "Savior".

A single sword strike to the throat! Blood splattered everywhere!
The cat owner stood at the door, completely unable to make a move. He looked at the four corpses on the ground, then at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, swallowed hard, and his voice trembled slightly: "Is that all?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "It's over."

The cat owner squatted down, rummaged through the bald man's body, and pulled out a small cloth bag from a hidden pocket.

Opening the cloth bag revealed a dark red jade pendant with intricate patterns engraved on its surface, emitting a faint fluorescence.

His eyes reddened, and he stroked the jade pendant with his fingers for a while before standing up.

The cat owner's voice choked with emotion: "These are my friend's things. His wife left them to him before she died. He treasured them like his own life and took them everywhere he went. Unfortunately, I was too weak to avenge my friend. I am grateful to the savior."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes nodded: "It's alright, evil deeds will have their consequences, and I will reap what I sow!"

Despite Zhang Yangqing's calm expression, he was secretly overjoyed: "I never expected this woman to know such cringeworthy lines, it's hilarious!"

It seems that choosing you as our savior was absolutely the right decision.

Which savior isn't a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)?

A white-collar man walked in from outside, carrying a sack, squatted down, and began to fill it with corpses.

His movements were quick and skillful, like those of an experienced corpse collector.

One, two, three.

He put all three bodies into sacks, tied them up, and then carried them on his shoulder.

Liquid seeping from the sack dripped onto the ground, leaving a dark stain.

The cat owner looked at the sack and suddenly asked, "Brother, what do you need these corpses for?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "The blood of the guilty is the best offering for the holy sword."

If Holy Sword knew Zhang Yangqing said that, he would definitely curse: "Damn it, when did I ever ask for this? You'd be better off killing a chicken than these beasts."

Since there is already a 'standard answer', cat owners have no doubts.

Zhang Yangqing got what he wanted and said goodbye to the cat owner again.

As I walked out of that gray building, the night wind blew in from the alleyway. The white-collar man carrying a sack walked behind me. The cat owner found this scene a little strange, but didn't think much of it and went to pay respects to his friend.

everything's ready.

As night fell, the sky over Yudu remained gray and gloomy, devoid of stars and moon, with only a layer of dark clouds that never seemed to dissipate.

The streetlights came on, casting long, distorted shadows of pedestrians on the street.

Zhang Yangqing, accompanied by a beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes and a white-collar man, arrived at the entrance of the pet shelter once again.

The white building stood out even more in the night, its lights blindingly bright, each window emitting a cold light, like countless open eyes.

The building cast its shadow on the ground, covering half the street and shrouding the surrounding buildings in gloom.

Two staff members stood at the entrance, dressed in clean white uniforms, with bloodshot eyes and slightly protruding fangs.

Their clothes were perfectly wrinkle-free, their collars were neatly buttoned, and their cuffs were fastened tightly, like doormen at a high-end hotel.

When they saw Zhang Yangqing and his two companions, they bowed slightly with professional smiles on their faces, but did not say a word.

The smile was just right, not a fraction more or less, as if measured with a ruler. (End of Chapter)