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

So, Zhang Yangqing already knew what the so-called pitfalls in each room were in this level.

Opening the room will trigger the appearance of the 'veterinarians' inside, and you might get chased by them. They are terrifying, special, and strange creatures with powerful abilities and unknown attributes.

Why do we need to find the mouse with the big backpack?

Because rats with large backpacks like to eat human corpses, they can also be described as scavengers!
They don't eat living people, they eat corpses.

Keep in mind that the chosen ones are basically all 'living people'. If you go to another veterinarian, won't they just eat you up?
Or, what if you can't meet their demands, such as them wanting to eat beef?
So the only way to get help is to find this rat with the big backpack and give it its carcass; it has no interest in living people.

In this way, the chosen ones avoid death, which is the meaning of the rules.

These are all Zhang Yangqing's complete analyses.

However, Zhang Yangqing only analyzed it internally and didn't say it aloud, lest his two confused followers not listen.

Zhang Yangqing is a very meticulous person. He heard that there is a dean here, so the dean's level should be above these pet doctors.

The ordinary veterinarian seemed a little surprised. So who is the hospital director?

Could it be that the middle-aged woman at the registration desk who was acting strangely at the beginning, and the "bear" she mentioned, was actually the dean?
Or rather, it is the embodiment of this shelter.

Zhang Yangqing continued, "The dean's office? Is there anything I should be careful about inside?"

Because he brought a lot of corpses, he was sure to be able to obtain more information.

After finishing bandaging the wound, the rat doctor stood up and clapped his hands: "There's nothing to be careful about, just that the director has a bad temper, so be polite when you go in."

He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice: "But the dean is away on a business trip. You can just go in and get it."

He said it was a business trip, but Zhang Yangqing and the other chosen ones probably thought to themselves: "This so-called business trip of the Dean will definitely come back, right? Maybe he's waiting to give me a surprise."

Zhang Yangqing nodded and was about to offer a token thank you when the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

She pointed to the corner of the room, her expression grim.

In that corner, there was a pile of "samples".

There were glass jars containing various organs: a heart, a liver, an eyeball, and some other unidentifiable things.

There were specimen shelves, on which hung some small, skinned animals, shriveled and blackened.

There were also some human parts, including a severed hand nailed to a wooden board, with its five fingers spread out as if it were still grasping at something.

A human skin, stretched taut in a picture frame, its face contorted as if screaming.

What's most disgusting is that transparent display case in the corner.

There was a human-shaped thing standing in the cabinet—no, not a thing, but a person.

It was a charred man, his body blackened, his skin cracked, revealing dark red muscles and white bones underneath.

He raised his arms high, as if he were supporting something.

His head was tilted slightly back, his mouth open as if he were shouting something, but he would never be able to shout it out again.

The high-earner stared wide-eyed at the charred human figure, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

The mouse doctor followed their gaze and smiled.

The smile was smug, like a collector showing off his most precious collection to a guest.

"This is one of my masterpieces."

He walked over, patted the charred, blackened leg, and spoke with a twisted sense of pride.

"This is just an ordinary human corpse, but there is a reason why I put it here. Back then, he was fleeing with his child when we chased him into a dead end. I set a fire on the ground so that only those who stood high enough would not be burned to death. Guess what? He held his child above his head and kept holding him up until he was burned to a crisp, but the child was not burned at all."

He let out a strange laugh, his voice becoming high-pitched.

"But that kid's even worse off. His father thought he'd make it out alive. It's hilarious." He licked his lips, as if savoring some delicious treat.

"Human emotions are really interesting. People can sacrifice themselves for others. I don't understand it, but I find it very interesting."

The mouse doctor stood with his back to them, basking in the glory of his masterpiece.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes clenched her fists so tightly they cracked, and her teeth were clenched tightly.

The high-earning man's eyes reddened, and his breathing became rapid, like a wild beast about to lose control.

They were not afraid of death, but seeing their compatriots being tortured like this, the anger in their hearts surged like a volcano in their chests, almost erupting.

It's hard to imagine how desperate the scene must have been.

This is not a specimen of a strong person who has been killed, but the tragic fate of a great father.

The last sentence, in particular, is infuriating.

Zhang Yangqing pulled his hand out of his pocket and silently patted the shoulder of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, then patted the shoulder of the high-level executive.

His fingers lingered on their shoulders for a moment, the pressure light but with a reassuring calmness.

His gaze was calm, but the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes understood the meaning in his eyes: Don't worry, I'll handle it.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes took a deep breath and released her hand from the hilt of the holy sword.

The high-earning professional also loosened his fists, calming his anger.

Their faces were still grim, but their hearts were at peace.

Because they believed that if their elder brother said he would handle it, he definitely would.

At this point, everyone knew that, given Zhang Yangqing's temperament, the fact that he hadn't made a move meant there was something he hadn't figured out yet.

He was never an impulsive person, nor would he lose his mind in anger.

He is more ruthless than anyone when it's time to kill, and calmer than anyone when it's not.

He's not taking action now not because he doesn't want to, but because the time isn't right.

Despite her terrifying combat prowess, along with the holy sword and armor, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was able to suppress her inner rage, clearly understanding that they needed to obtain the item that could carry away the Ancestral Dragon's tooth.

Her fingers gripped and released the sword hilt repeatedly before finally letting go.

She took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her anger back into her chest.

When the rat doctor turned around, everyone had returned to normal, pretending they hadn't noticed anything and acting as if they were strange humans, not real humans.

The eerie creature shows no mercy to humanity; such a reaction is inappropriate.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes put on her indifferent expression again, and the high-level executive also suppressed his anger, lowering his eyes as if he hadn't seen anything.

Zhang Yangqing began urging the rat doctor, his tone casual as if he were urging a slow-moving subordinate: "Alright, have you found the item? Do you want to pay?"

The rat doctor paused for a moment, then chuckled and waved his hand, "If the dean didn't notice, it's fine. He's not here anyway."

Zhang Yangqing's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing these words.

This repeated emphasis on "he is not here" has been made twice already.

The first time I said, "The dean is away on a business trip," the second time I said, "Anyway, he's not here."

Zhang Yangqing had already sensed something was amiss. It wasn't that the rat doctor was lying to them, but rather that the director of the shelter might genuinely be absent.

But not being there doesn't mean I won't come back.

Not being present doesn't mean it can't be there. (End of Chapter)