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

After Zhang Yangqing and his two companions entered the seventh floor, their mindset underwent some changes.

Zhang Yangqing appeared casual, his pace unhurried, his hands in his pockets, as if he were shopping rather than venturing into a dangerous place.

But he always felt that there was a deeper secret hidden here, and that inexplicable sense of oppression began from the moment he stepped onto the seventh floor.

They didn't come from any particular direction, nor from any particular corner; they surged in from all directions.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes held the dog leash in one hand and gripped the hilt of the holy sword in the other, ready to draw her sword at any moment.

Her eyes swept warily across every corner, every crevice, and every shadow in the corridor.

Here Zhang Yangqing noticed that the lame dog beside the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was surprisingly calm. It neither barked nor struggled, but just walked quietly, occasionally raising its head to look ahead with its cloudy eyes, and then lowering its head again.

Is it some kind of strange creature, unaware of the anomalies here?

The gold-collar worker reacted more violently; he carried the sack, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, as if the sack was getting heavier and heavier.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his back was soaked.

He hadn't walked far when his steps began to falter, like a porter struggling to carry a heavy load.

Zhang Yangqing turned and glanced at him, then asked, "Do you feel anything?"

The gold-collar worker was panting heavily, his voice slightly unsteady: "Brother, at first I thought it was because my physical strength was not good enough, but in theory, with my strength, I could carry these things for several hours without any problem, and we've only just gotten this far."

He paused, switched the sack to the other shoulder, and frowned even more deeply: "Later I thought it was because the sack was getting heavier and heavier, which might be because we had violated some rules. I was just about to tell you, but now I realize with certainty that it's not my problem, nor is it the sack's problem. The problem is here. This is weakening me, causing my body to become weak and nauseous."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

That kid's analysis is pretty good.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes nodded, because she felt the same way.

After finishing his sentence, the high-earning man took a few more steps, then suddenly bent over and vomited with a "whoosh".

He vomited very badly, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he squatted there like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes looked increasingly pale, but she gritted her teeth and didn't vomit. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her grip on the holy sword tightened.

Zhang Yangqing looked at them, his expression remaining calm.

He is now wondering why he hasn't experienced these negative states.
He concluded with two points.

First, perhaps my semi-strange state helps me avoid some negative states.

Secondly, my attributes are too high; they haven't reached the point where they would cause me any negative effects yet.

These were just his guesses, and he was too lazy to say anything, nor did he ask either of them.

The three continued walking inside.

The corridor was long, and the doors on both sides became more and more numerous and densely packed.

Behind the glass window on the door, some "shadows" began to appear.

The shadows were moving slowly; some swayed from side to side, some rose and fell, and some twitched in an irregular rhythm.

Looking through the window, everything inside was blurry; I could only make out the outlines of the shadows. Some looked like human figures, others didn't quite resemble them, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what they looked like. Ultimately, they all seemed to be human.

The shadows' movements were chilling, yet no one knew what they were doing.

Zhang Yangqing slowed his pace as he passed each door, glancing through the glass window, but didn't push any doors open. There was clearly a trap here; opening a door meant facing an unknown entity, and he didn't want to open any doors without sufficient information.

As they continued walking, more and more strange phenomena appeared.

The overhead light began to flicker, not like the flickering of a faulty circuit, but a regular, signal-like on-off movement.

The shadows on the ground stretch and contract with the brightness of the light; sometimes, even when only one person is standing under the light, two shadows appear on the ground.

For a moment, the window at the end of the corridor suddenly lit up, as if car headlights were sweeping past outside, but this was the seventh floor, and there was nothing below.

After the light from the window faded, a row of footprints appeared on the ground, stretching from the end of the corridor all the way to them, but there was no one around.

Then, staff members actually started appearing inside.

The first staff member came out from the end of the corridor. He was wearing a white uniform with a name tag on his chest. He walked strangely, not normally, but hopping around, as if he had springs in his feet.

His head was tilted slightly, his eyes staring straight ahead, his gaze empty, as if he didn't see Zhang Yangqing and the others.

As he got closer, Zhang Yangqing could see his face clearly. His features were human, but his expression was not human. His mouth twitched from time to time, and his nostrils flared, as if he was sniffing something.

His hands hung at his sides, his fingers constantly scratching the seams of his trousers, making a soft "rustling" sound.

A second staff member came out from behind a door.

He was wearing a gray coat, carrying a stack of documents, and walking with his head down, looking very busy.

But his steps were erratic, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes he would suddenly stop, tilting his head as if listening to some sound.

He almost bumped into the high-earner, but Zhang Yangqing reacted quickly and pulled him away. The man acted as if nothing had happened and continued walking away with his head down.

The third staff member stood motionless in the middle of the corridor.

His face was turned toward the wall, his back to Zhang Yangqing and the others, and his body was leaning slightly forward, as if he were looking at something on the wall.

But there was nothing on the wall.

When Zhang Yangqing and the other two passed by him, he didn't turn his head or say anything; he just stood there like a statue.

The audience watching on the big screen were completely confused, and the live chat was flooded with comments:

These NPCs are clearly clues! They live on this floor, so why didn't Zhang Tianshi trigger any dialogue?

I reckon Zhang Tianshi knows where the rat with the big backpack is, so he doesn't need to ask these NPCs.

There's a reason why Master Zhang is doing this. Don't worry, just wait and see.

These staff members don't seem right; asking them might trigger some danger.

You all know Zhang Tianshi's style. He'll ask when he should, but he'll never ask when he shouldn't.

In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing was quite at ease, just wandering around aimlessly on the seventh floor.

But the seventh floor is really big. The corridor seems to have no end. After walking for a while, you turn a corner and there's a new corridor, a new door, and new shadows.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes and the high-earning professional were getting worse and worse; they were both unsteady on their feet, as if they were drunk.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes finally couldn't hold back any longer, her voice tinged with pleading: "Big brother, are we going to continue? Where's our destination? I'm about to throw up!" (End of Chapter)