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

After the female dean "disappeared," the dean's office returned to normal.

The bookshelf collapsed, and books were scattered all over the floor.

The desk cracked, and documents flew everywhere.

The picture frames on the wall were crooked, and the eyes of the animals in the paintings no longer shone.

Only the photo frame remained on the table, and the two figures in the photo were still blurry.

The white-collar worker, whose legs were weak, got up from the ground and stood for a while, leaning against the wall, his legs still trembling.

He looked at the mess on the ground, then at the unconscious rat doctor, swallowed hard, and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother, what should we do now?"

Zhang Yangqing's eyes turned cold, a coldness that wasn't the kind of coldness you feel in winter, but a coldness that seeped from his very bones, a coldness tinged with murderous intent.

He thought of the human specimens that had been tortured and killed, of the father who held his child above his head until he was burned to death, and of the rat doctor's face when he said, "That child suffered even more."

He remembered what he had said and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

"Close the gates, leave no one alive." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like ice shards falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

These words ignited the anger of both the woman with almond-shaped eyes and the high-earning professional.

They were enraged just by seeing the human specimens around them.

Those organs preserved in jars, severed hands nailed to wooden boards, and human skin stretched in picture frames—each one was like a knife stabbing into their hearts.

Even the high-level executives, who weren't known for their fighting prowess, clenched their fists, their eyes filled with murderous intent: "Big brother, I want to do my part too!"

Zhang Yangqing handed the holy sword to the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes: "Savior, come here."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes took the holy sword, glanced at Zhang Yangqing, and her lips twitched slightly.

Her inner monologue was screaming: Boss, do you only remember to make me your savior when it's time to do chores?

Why didn't you let me participate when you were hitting the female dean?

But the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes didn't say anything. She took the sword, gripped the hilt tightly, and turned to walk towards the door.

She wanted to avenge her fallen compatriots.

Actually, there are many more design details by Zhang Yangqing here.

Why did Zhang Yangqing stand in front of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and take the initiative to attack?
It's all because we need to let the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes save some energy.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and the female dean fought fiercely to the end, and perhaps with Zhang Yangqing's guidance, she could win.

But by then, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes must have been exhausted.

So who will do all this? Slaughtering so many veterinarians is not as simple as chopping vegetables. Each veterinarian has their own methods and can escape, which requires a lot of physical and mental effort.

So Zhang Yangqing took the initiative to make a move.

Zhang Yangqing has already done everything he could to achieve this.

He wasn't a native of this area either, so the beautiful woman with the peach blossom eyes couldn't say anything after helping him to this extent; in fact, she was extremely grateful.

Her older brother fought the hardest boss for her, leaving the rest of the mobs to her. This wasn't laziness; it was taking care of her.

A beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes walked out of the dean's office carrying a sword, followed by a high-earning man.

In the corridor, the rat doctor was still lying on the floor, unconscious.

Black bloodstains, not yet wiped clean, still clung to the corners of his mouth; they were left from eating the corpse.

He was still clutching a severed finger in his hand; it was a "snack" he hadn't had time to finish eating.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes looked down at him, and without hesitation, she slashed down with her sword.

The rat doctor's body twitched once, then remained still.

His face still retained the expression he had when he was unconscious; there was no pain, no fear, and he knew nothing. He got off easy.

The killings continued.

On the seventh floor, a beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes pushed open the first door. Inside was a veterinarian in a white coat, giving an injection to a strange pet covered in pustules.

He heard the door open, looked up, and before he could even see who it was, a flash of sword light, and his head flew off. This was just the beginning.
Zhang Yangqing did not follow them.

He returned to the first floor alone.

The corridor was empty, the lights were stark white, and the floor was so clean you could see your reflection in it.

He walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty space, one after another.

He touched the wall, wondering: Where is that white cockroach?

The walls were white, as white as snow, as white as paper, as white as an endless wall.

He walked through door after door, and touched wall after wall.

The walls here are very white, unnaturally white, so white it's unsettling.

Is there some kind of hint? Or is it a doctor who is a white cockroach?

He passed by the strange registration desk of the middle-aged woman.

She sat behind the counter, head down, still filling out forms.

The middle-aged woman's pen made a strange scratching sound on the paper, yet her handwriting remained as neat as printed text.

She didn't look up or at Zhang Yangqing, as if the earth-shattering battle just now had nothing to do with her.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at her, then shook his head: It wasn't her.

Zhang Yangqing continued walking forward until he reached the main gate.

The door was beginning to open; the glass door was spotless, reflecting his image.

As Zhang Yangqing approached the door, a bright light appeared outside!

The light was not the dim daylight commonly seen in Yudu, but a strong, dazzling white light that was impossible to look at directly.

The light seemed to come from another world, filling the entire doorway and the entire field of vision.

In this dim world, the light seemed out of place, as if someone had splashed a bucket of white paint onto a black canvas.

Zhang Yangqing was unable to move forward or open his eyes.

He squinted, but the light was too strong, so strong that his eyelids couldn't block it, so strong that his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes, but the light seemed to penetrate everything, passing through his hand, his eyelids, his pupils, and shooting straight into his brain.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yangqing smiled, realizing the explanation.

He opened his mouth.

The white light suddenly "disappeared"—no, it didn't disappear, but rather seemed to have been drawn away by something!
It rushed wildly and violently into his mouth.

The snow-capped bird, which had been waiting in Zhang Yangqing's mouth for a long time, finally stirred.

It pecked twice, with the precision of a well-trained hunter.

On its first strike, it caught a white-winged cockroach.

On the second strike, it pecked at the other one.

The two cockroaches struggled in his mouth, flapping their wings and kicking their thin legs, but the snow-crowned finches' beaks were like iron clamps, holding them firmly in place.

It seemed to have eaten its fill, and happily jumped out of Zhang Yangqing's mouth, landed on his shoulder, tilted its head, looked at him with its shiny black eyes, and let out a clear cry, as if it were asking for praise.

Zhang Yangqing's vision began to recover; the blinding white light disappeared, and the doorway returned to normal.

Everything around was as it had always been: the dim light, the twisted streets, the dilapidated buildings, and that white building.

There were just two fewer "receptionists" at the entrance.

The two men in white uniforms, with bloodshot eyes and smiles that looked like they'd been measured with a ruler, had vanished.

Looking at the spot where they disappeared, Zhang Yangqing said softly, "So the white cockroaches referred to the two of you."

Zhang Yangqing only guessed their identities, but the other Chosen Ones had clues while exploring the various floors. These veterinarians couldn't 'voluntarily' leave; once they figured out why, they could roughly guess their identities. (End of Chapter)