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

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes followed behind, leading her dog, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, do we go up from here? Are these the signs for those rooms? They all smell bad, like 'normal' places."

She talked and observed at the same time, but her steps never stopped.

Zhang Yangqing nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval: "Your analysis is correct, but there's still one point."

He pointed to the sack that the white-collar worker was carrying.

Liquid was still seeping from the bottom of the burlap sack, dripping onto the stairs.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes looked down and saw that the black blood that had fallen on the steps of the stairs did not disappear, but instead slowly flowed down the steps, seeping into the dried stains and leaving a clear, moist trail.

Zhang Yangqing continued, "This should be the so-called safe zone. If we encounter danger later, we can enter these areas and temporarily be in a relatively 'normal' space."

The high-earner's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied, "I get it! What you mean, big brother, is that these spaces truly exist, just like blood dripping onto the ground exists!"

His voice carried an excitement of "I've finally figured it out," and a smug smile even appeared on his face.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him, didn't praise him, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing already knew what he was looking for.

The shelter is a special "isolated" world.

There must be a prop inside that can isolate you from external perception, and this prop has special rules.

Once you obtain this item, its function is naturally to take away the ancestral dragon's tooth that emits energy.

Of course, there are still many things to distinguish here.

First, he didn't come specifically to get his pet treated, so getting medical care wasn't his primary purpose; once he found what he needed, he could leave immediately.

Secondly, in this strange place, many things cannot be solved by simply "looking" at them; the clues may lie with the "people."

Perhaps finding a veterinarian is a good option, since they might have some information.

Zhang Yangqing and his two companions climbed the stinky stairs.

The stairs were long, and each step was very high, making it somewhat difficult to climb.

A large patch of plaster had peeled off the wall, revealing the moldy bricks underneath, and in some places, black mold spots could even be seen slowly spreading.

The overhead lights flickered on and off, emitting a buzzing electrical sound. In the gaps between the flickering lights, the shadows seemed to come alive, slowly crawling on the walls.

We arrived at the second floor. The corridor was just as deserted and impeccably clean as the stairwell.

Both doors were closed, and through the glass windows in the doors, one could see the empty room inside.

There was no odor or sound in the air.

There was some scattered noise on the third floor.

The sound was very soft, and it came quickly from the end of the corridor, then disappeared around a corner.

It looked like something was crawling, four legs, no, maybe six, maybe more.

There were some footsteps on the fourth floor, which were clearer than those on the third floor.

But the difference is that here we hear the sound of human footsteps.

And it wasn't just one person's footsteps; it was several people's, coming from different directions and with different rhythms. But the corridor was empty, and the footsteps seemed to be coming from the walls, the ceiling, or even seeping from under the floor.

There were voices on the fifth floor, not loud, but clear enough to hear.

A man's voice, deep and calm, spoke of "wound infection," his tone carrying a professional assessment.

A woman's voice, gentle and concerned, asked, "Should we have an amputation?" There was a hint of reluctance in her voice.

They spoke earnestly, their tone carrying a professional calmness, as if they were discussing an extremely ordinary case.

Zhang Yangqing stopped and listened for a while before continuing upstairs. No one knew what he had heard.

There were some animal calls and shouts on the sixth floor, very faint, as if they were coming through a thick layer of cotton.

A dog was whimpering, its voice broken and intermittent, as if it were enduring some kind of pain.

There was a cat hissing, sharp and urgent, indicating it was frightened.

There is also a low, deep sound, which should be the panting of a large animal, slow and heavy, with each breath carrying a sense of oppression.

Then it's the seventh floor, the floor the female registrar on the first floor indicated.

The corridor on the seventh floor is completely different from those on the lower floors.

The floor was spotless, but the cleanliness was unsettling. As soon as the high-earning professional stepped onto the seventh-floor floor, a drop of blood from a sack was wiped away instantly, leaving no trace.

It either seeped in, evaporated, or simply vanished into thin air, as if it had been wiped off the ground by something.

The gold-collar worker looked down for a long time, then looked up at Zhang Yangqing, his face turning pale.

The entire seventh floor was eerily quiet; there were no footsteps, no voices, no animal calls, not even the sound of air moving.

Everything was still, as if time had stopped here.

The corridor was long, with closed doors on both sides. The doors had no glass windows, only bare wooden planks. The planks were dark brown, with mottled paint and peeling skin in some places.

The walls were white, the ceiling was white, the floor was white, as white as an unpainted sheet of paper, or like a series of hospital rooms devoid of any living creature.

There was no smell in the air, no foul smell, no blood smell, no disinfectant smell, nothing at all.

That "lack of flavor" is itself an unpleasant taste.

The high-earner shuddered, his voice trembling slightly: "Brother, when we got to the fifth floor, there was a foul smell. Maybe the fifth floor is the real destination, and there were people talking there."

He kept looking back as he spoke, as if afraid something would catch up with him from behind.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes nodded in agreement: "I also think this seventh floor is very strange, even stranger than the second floor. The second floor just looks deserted and doesn't feel very special, but this place makes me feel uncomfortable all over. It's so clean that it makes me feel nauseous, like there's something staring at me, but I can't find it."

Standing in the corridor on the seventh floor, Zhang Yangqing casually said, "Do you remember what I said to you at the door when we came here?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes paused for a moment, then began to ponder.

She thought for a long time, her brows furrowing and relaxing repeatedly, before finally answering uncertainly, "I remember, when I saw this shelter, I said, 'I felt a kind of physical aversion, like I was seeing something I shouldn't have seen.' Brother, you asked me, 'Was your vision a little blurry? Or even nauseous?'"

She suddenly stopped, her eyes lighting up as if struck by something: "Could it be that nausea is the normal thing to do?"

Zhang Yangqing looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "To be more precise, if this shelter is the 'bear,' and the bear's behavior is that seeing it makes you feel nauseous, then the seventh floor is where the 'bear' manifests. Since you feel nauseous too, this is where we want to obtain the item. Let's go." (End of Chapter)