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

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes covered her mouth as she spoke, her face as white as paper.

The high-earnings man also cried out, "Brother, let me rest for a while, I can't take it anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent over again and vomited with a "whoosh".

This time he vomited even more violently, his whole body was shaking, and he looked utterly pathetic.

Zhang Yangqing stopped, waited for him to finish vomiting, patted his back, and then looked at the two of them: "That's enough. You're both in a very negative state now, and you can barely see people, right?"

The two nodded hurriedly, as if they had grasped at a straw.

Zhang Yangqing pointed to the closed doors on both sides of the corridor and said in a calm tone, "Now, you two will use this blurry vision to look for the 'figures' in the rooms. The one that looks like a mouse carrying a big backpack is our destination."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes paused for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

The high-earning man didn't even bother to wipe his mouth. He raised his head and, with his bloodshot eyes from vomiting, began to look at each room one by one.

Zhang Yangqing's challenge was purely "wandering around aimlessly".

Why not ask the passing staff? It's because they've figured out the rules.

Rule 21 clearly states: "If you experience blurred vision and vomiting, go to the shelter as soon as possible. There, you will find a rat with a large backpack. It can help you, but remember this rat loves to eat people; you need to give it enough 'food' for it to help you."

According to Zhang Yangqing's observation, there were no rats carrying large backpacks on the seventh floor; instead, there were eerie humanoid staff members everywhere.

But the work and movements of these staff members are very much like animals; some scratch their ears and cheeks like monkeys, some sniff around like dogs, and some walk silently like cats.

Doesn't this suggest that their "prototypes" might be animals?

But how can you tell?
The rules are clearly written. If your vision is blurry and you feel nauseous, you can find the rat carrying a large backpack.

When your vision is blurred, you can see things that you wouldn't normally be able to see.

Now that the two lackeys are in the right state, let them find it.

Asking the staff would actually be a trap.

Zhang Yangqing, even from outside, didn't know exactly what this rule referred to; he could only make a general analysis.

Once inside, considering the actual situation, the human-shaped shadows in the room, and things that can only be seen after vision is blurred, one can make a reasonable judgment.

Having said everything that needed to be said, the two henchmen rested for a bit and then began searching room by room.

They wouldn't question Zhang Yangqing's judgment; it was a tacit understanding and trust they had cultivated over the years.

The high-earning professional walked ahead, his eyes narrowed to slits as he peered through the glass windows of each door.

He looked at seven or eight rooms, shook his head, and then looked at the next one.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes walked on the other side, looking at each room one by one.

The two were like two blind people groping in the dark, moving slowly and cautiously.

After walking for a long time, the high-earner suddenly stopped.

He stared at the door in front of him for a long time, then rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Then he turned around, his voice tinged with uncertainty: "Brother! This room! The person in this room looks like a rat carrying a big backpack."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes also came over to take a look. After a few seconds, she nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it too. It's a very big backpack, bulging and bulging, carried on its back. I can't tell if it's a rat."

Zhang Yangqing walked over and looked inside through the glass window.

All he saw was a blurry human-shaped shadow, no different from the other rooms.

But he didn't say it aloud, he just nodded: "This is the room, open the door."

The high-earning professional took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The door was unlocked, and the hinges made a slight creaking sound. Inside was a medium-sized office.

The dim lighting made the whole room look as if it were covered with a layer of old newspapers.

A figure in a white lab coat stood behind the desk, with his back to the door.

His figure was somewhat hunched, his shoulders were slightly hunched, and he was indeed carrying a huge backpack on his back, bulging and bulky, the contents of which were unknown.

He turned around when he heard the door open.

It was a strange face. The features were human, but they were arranged incorrectly. The eyes were too close together, the nose was off-center, and the mouth was too small.

His eyes were black with large pupils that almost filled the entire eye socket, like a rat's eyes.

His fingers were thin and long, with yellowish nails that were curved like claws.

He glanced at Zhang Yangqing, then at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, and finally his gaze fell on the sack that the white-collar worker was carrying.

His nose twitched twice, and his mouth slightly parted to reveal two rows of neat, but somewhat yellow, teeth.

"Guests? Here to see the pets?"

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Zhang Yangqing nodded and stepped aside to let the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes lead the lame dog over.

The dog lay on the ground, looking sickly, with one leg curled up, afraid to put it on the ground.

The rat doctor glanced at it, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, his gaze returned to the sack.

"Um, what's in the sack?" He rubbed his fingers together, his voice tinged with urgency. He seemed to have already sensed it, or rather, smelled it.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the gold-collar worker, who placed the sack on the ground, untied the knot, and revealed the corpse inside.

Black blood seeped from the sack, gleaming dimly in the yellowish light.

The mouse doctor's eyes lit up instantly—and I'm not exaggerating, they really did!

His pupils dilated suddenly, and his entire eye sockets turned black, like two bottomless pits.

He crouched down, brought his face close to the mouth of the sack, took a deep breath, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"Fresh, or even hot!"

His voice became hoarse and low, as if he were talking to himself.
He reached into the sack, pulled out an arm, smelled it, then opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Click".

The sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

The high-earner's face turned pale instantly. He covered his mouth, almost vomiting again.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes also turned her head away, not daring to look.

The mouse doctor chewed a few times, swallowed, and then laughed.

The smile was one of contentment, like someone who had been starving for a long time finally getting a hot meal.

Black blood smeared his lips, and bits of flesh were stuck between his teeth, but he didn't care and reached out to grab another piece.

"Oh, yes, yes! You're too kind, guest. I'm embarrassed by such a generous gift!"

He mumbled incoherently as he chewed.

Zhang Yangqing watched him eat without any change in expression.

He waited until the rat doctor swallowed his third bite before speaking: "Can you cure my dog?"

The mouse doctor then looked away from the sack, walked over to the lame dog, squatted down, and touched its leg.

The dog curled up, afraid to move, but it didn't bark either.

The mouse doctor touched it for a while, then stood up, nodded, and said, "It's a minor problem, just a fracture. I'll bandage it up, prescribe some medicine, and it'll be fine in a few days."

He turned around and rummaged through the cabinet for the medicine box, his movements becoming much more nimble, as if he had gained energy after a good meal.

While he was rummaging through the items, Zhang Yangqing asked, "Do you have any boxes or containers here? Something big that can hold a lot of things."

The mouse doctor paused for a moment, then continued searching.

His voice came from inside the cabinet, muffled: "Yes, there is one in the dean's office, on this floor, at the end of the corridor, the one on the left."

The mouse doctor took a medicine box from the cabinet, opened it, took out gauze and medicine, and began to bandage the dog.

His movements were practiced, even professional, completely unlike a monster who had just been eating corpses. (End of Chapter)