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

Zhang Yangqing nodded, a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "That's right, there are many rules here, and the rules are different for different entrants."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two faces: "But don't worry, we're fine for now."

Then his expression turned serious, and his tone became solemn: "If you want to leave, go out now, I won't stop you, but I can tell you that you can't leave 'normally' right now. And once you're out there, it's uncertain whether it will be the world you want to go back to."

Zhang Yangqing wasn't being deliberately mysterious. Didn't he remember those two strange guys at the gate? Didn't they give off a feeling of 'not belonging to this world'?

This may be the source of Zhang Yangqing's speculation.

Zhang Yangqing thought they would be scared by his words, but to his surprise, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes relaxed quite a bit.

She looked at Zhang Yangqing, and the light in her eyes changed into a different kind of light.

It was a kind of trust, an unreserved, almost blind trust.

She smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Brother, you've analyzed so much, you must know some countermeasures. And with your intelligence, even if there's danger, it's no problem. We went through much more dangerous situations back then, and you still managed to fight your way out. This is nothing."

The gold-collar worker nodded in agreement, his tension lessening and replaced by a sense of resignation without fear: "Yes, yes, the reason we're afraid is because everything is unknown. Now that our elder brother has told us about the unknown, what's there to be afraid of? I'm just afraid of dying without knowing why. I trust our elder brother more than I trust myself."

Zhang Yangqing looked at the two of them and suddenly smiled.

That smile carried a hint of helplessness, a hint of relief, and a vague, indescribable feeling, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He laughed and cursed, "Damn it, you two, don't raise the death flag for me. Talk to each other properly. This time it's not very optimistic. I'm not 200% sure either. At most, I'm 150% sure."

Peach blossom eyes beauty: "."

High-earnings professional: "."

The audience outside the big screen: "."

The live chat exploded instantly.

If it's not Zhang Tianshi, then you're saying you're not confident?

Damn it, other people are struggling with 20%, and you think 150% is too low?
Why are you starting to put on airs as we talk?
Zhang Tianshi: I'm only 150% sure, and I don't think that's enough; I'm a little unsure. Other Chosen Ones: ??? I'd give it a try even if I'm only 5% sure!
Is this the self-expectation of top-tier experts? It's not considered stable unless it's 200% certain?
The expression on that pretty girl with peach blossom eyes cracked me up; she was genuinely speechless.

What do you know? Zhang Yangqing's words are an attempt to undermine the cause. It's because these two underlings always say things like "I'm going to die."

In the world of ghost stories, the atmosphere between the high-earner and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes began to relax after Zhang Yangqing said these things.

A white-collar man carrying a sack and a beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes leading a dog followed behind Zhang Yangqing, continuing deeper into the corridor.

Before even going upstairs, Zhang Yangqing noticed something was wrong on the first floor.

The shelter appears impeccably clean on the surface, but its interior is eerie.

The corridor and the main entrance were spotless, the floor was so shiny you could see your reflection in it, and the walls were so white they looked like they had just been painted.

But looking through the glass windows of those tightly closed rooms reveals a completely different scene inside.

In some rooms, tables and chairs were overturned, as if they had been violently pushed over by something.

Some rooms had cracks in the walls, the cracks extending from the ceiling to the floor, dark and like dried scars.

Some rooms had broken windows, with shards of glass scattered all over the floor, gleaming coldly under the lights.

Without exception, apart from the two strange guys at the entrance and the eerie middle-aged woman in charge of registration, there were no living creatures on the first floor.

Zhang Yangqing pushed open the door to a room, and the hinges made a jarring creaking sound.

A stench assaulted their nostrils—the stench of animal blood mixed with the foul smell of feces, and an indescribable odor reminiscent of long-rotten meat. The woman with the almond-shaped eyes instinctively covered her nose, her brows furrowing in dismay. The white-collar worker also leaned back instinctively, but with the sack on his shoulder, he couldn't escape far and could only force himself to endure it, his face turning red.

The room contained several iron tables, on which were placed various instruments: microscopes, sterilizers, surgical lights, and so on.

These instruments were all rusty and covered in a thick layer of dust.

Several cages were piled up in the corner, with dried bloodstains and shed fur inside, some of the fur still covered with blackened scabs.

Scattered on the ground were some gauze and cotton balls, some of which had turned black, and some still had traces of dark red, dried liquid.

Zhang Yangqing judged that this place seemed to be a place for treating small animals.

At least this is how it should be before the rest of the city turns into a creepy city.

But now, there is only death and decay here.

Zhang Yangqing stood near the door, his gaze sweeping over everything in the room, but he didn't venture deeper inside.

He noticed a strange phenomenon: there was a strong stench in the room, but the stench was much fainter when he stood at the door.

He stepped out of the room, and the stench completely disappeared, as if it had been shut out behind the door by something.

He went back in, and the stench came out again, as strong as if it had just been produced.

I tried it twice, and the result was the same.

The door was like an invisible barrier, completely separating the two worlds.

Zhang Yangqing stood at the door and remained silent for a while.

What does this imply? He's not in line with the rules for now, but he'll remember them.

Then comes the crucial part: the stairs leading upstairs.

Of course, this shelter does have an elevator, Zhang Yangqing noticed as he passed by.

The elevator doors can even be opened, but there is no elevator in the elevator shaft; it is pitch black and bottomless.

Zhang Yangqing stood at the elevator entrance and looked down, but saw nothing but endless darkness.

He picked up a piece of broken glass from the messy room and threw it down. After a long while, he heard a distant, almost inaudible echo, as if the glass had fallen into some very deep place, or as if it had been caught by something.

That feeling made him think that there was definitely something wrong with the elevator shaft.

Since the elevator wasn't working, Zhang Yangqing's target was the stairs.

There are three staircases in total, located in different areas.

Two of them were spotless, with no trace on the stairs and the handrails immaculate, as if no one had ever walked on them and would never walk on them.

Another smelly place had dried stains on the stairs, which looked like traces of some kind of liquid that had been repeatedly soaked in and then dried.

Something sticky was clinging to the handrail, gleaming dimly under the light.

There was a pile of unidentified debris in the corner, dark and indistinct.

There were even scratches in some corners, some deep and some shallow, densely packed, like the claw marks of some kind of animal, or like something had been repeatedly scraped.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yangqing stepped onto the more smelly staircase. (End of Chapter)