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

Just as Zhang Yangqing and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes were examining the wax figure, the man with the mustache rushed over.

His footsteps were hurried, making a "thump-thump-thump" sound on the floor that echoed in the empty hall.

The security guard with the mustache ran up to Zhang Yangqing and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, raised his baton, his hand trembling and his voice shaking, but he pretended to be fierce and said, "Gentlemen, it's dangerous here. Please leave immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for taking action!"

He tried to scare the two men, but his voice had no intimidating power at all; instead, it sounded like a frightened rabbit squealing.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him, her gaze calm.

He could tell at a glance that the security guard was only at the Qi Refining and Body Refining level, which was the level of a beginner cultivator.

The energy within him was as thin as a layer of fog, and his understanding of energy circulation was still at the stage of "following his feelings".

Dealing with the ordinary eerie wax figures in the hall is manageable, but if you encounter those powerful and fierce wax figures, you'll probably lose half your life.

Of course, the strength here is only for the guards with mustaches; back then, Zhang Yangqing didn't think there were any particularly powerful guys here.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the security guard with the mustache and said to himself, "Are you very hungry right now? Don't you have much strength? There's food in the cafeteria, are you just wondering what to eat?"

The security guard froze. His baton was raised in mid-air, and his hand stopped trembling, because he had forgotten to tremble when he was stunned.

Don't ask why you're trembling. Two people have inexplicably appeared in this place without your knowledge. Who wouldn't be scared?

The security guard with the mustache stared at Zhang Yangqing, his lips slightly parted, and then said, "How did you know? No, why would you know!"

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, and his guard became even stronger.

The security guard with the mustache wondered, who was the man in front of him? How did he know about the cafeteria? How did he know I was hungry?

Zhang Yangqing didn't even bother to answer. "That's how I got here. How could I not know?"

But explaining this was too complicated, so he just said casually, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm just here for a visit, and I'll leave after I'm done."

After saying that, Zhang Yangqing gave the guard with the mustache a special look.

The look in his eyes wasn't fierce or ruthless; it even carried a hint of gentleness. But in that instant, the mustachioed security guard felt as if his soul had been ripped from his body and thrown into a bottomless hell.

He was surrounded by endless darkness, with countless eyes staring at him and countless hands tearing at his body.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil, with oil splattering everywhere and his skin tearing open, but he couldn't die.

Several hideous hellish messengers stood beside the oil cauldron, holding steel forks, and forked him into the oil one fork at a time.

By the time the mustachioed security guard came to his senses, he was already slumped on the ground.

His baton had fallen to the ground at some point and rolled into the corner of the wall.

The security guard with the mustache's uniform was soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his body and feeling chilly.

His legs were as weak as noodles, and he couldn't stand up at all. He could only stare blankly at Zhang Yangqing, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

What terrified him was that at that moment, he already knew how vast the gap was between him and this person.

Of course, he knew that the 'gap' was that he couldn't possibly deal with Zhang Yangqing, but he didn't know exactly how strong Zhang Yangqing was. He only knew that Zhang Yangqing was much stronger than him.

Moreover, the woman next to him, though unassuming, is quite powerful.

But the security guard with the mustache also sensed that Zhang Yangqing meant no harm.

Otherwise, that attack just now wouldn't have been "just a touch," and he would be a corpse by now.

There wouldn't even be any corpses. The mustachioed security guard opened his mouth, wanting to ask something. He wanted to ask, "Who are you?", "What are you doing here?", and "Have you been here before?"

But as soon as he opened his mouth, before he could utter a sound, Zhang Yangqing suddenly started coughing.

It wasn't just an ordinary cough; it was a tremor that came from the depths of one's soul.

Zhang Yangqing's body is starting to weaken? The weakness mentioned here is not kidney deficiency, but a vague kind of weakness, so vague that it's questionable whether this person even exists.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes quickly took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it over.

Zhang Yangqing took the handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed for a while before stopping.

There were several shocking bloodstains on the handkerchief.

The bloodstains were not bright red, but dark red, almost black, and emitted a faint, indescribable fishy smell.

The spatial backlash has begun again.

Once Zhang Yangqing had recovered somewhat, the mustachioed security guard hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice very soft, as if testing the waters: "You seem to be injured? Take my advice, it's very dangerous here. I'm a security guard, I don't harm people. If you're human, you'd better leave quickly."

His tone was sincere; it wasn't just politeness, but genuine concern.

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and thought that this security guard with the mustache had a good heart.

In such a place, after experiencing so much fear and torment, the fact that he can still speak words of concern to strangers shows that he is a kind person at heart.

Zhang Yangqing returned the handkerchief to the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, his tone calm: "Don't worry, even if I'm injured, even if I'm about to die, as long as I have a breath left, there's no creature in this place that can deal with me."

The mustachioed security guard: "."

Holy crap, dude, are you really that good at showing off? That's way too arrogant!
The security guard with the mustache opened his mouth wide, speechless for a moment.

The pretty girl with almond-shaped eyes standing next to him couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the mustachioed security guard's embarrassed expression.

She understood that feeling all too well. She used to feel the same way, thinking her older brother was showing off, that he was too arrogant, and that he would eventually crash and burn.

Later she realized that her older brother wasn't showing off; he was telling the truth.

After all, Zhang Yangqing is currently at the initial Saint realm, and even though he is injured like this, he is still not someone that people from this plane can deal with.

The security guard with the mustache sighed deeply, as if he were exhaling all his helplessness and exhaustion: "Alright, this is my first night shift here, and probably my last. I'm starving. You can tour around on your own."

He put away his baton, leaned against the wall, and looked utterly exhausted.

The security guard with the mustache was really exhausted. From the first night onwards, he had been living in fear and danger, and he also had to carry those heavy wax figures. It was truly tiring.

He felt as if all his energy had been drained, leaving only an empty shell struggling to stay afloat.

To sum it up in one sentence: He was exhausted, like a chosen one.

Zhang Yangqing looked at him, his tone unusually friendly: "How did you get this job as a security guard?"

The security guard with the mustache scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "I saw a flyer on the roadside saying that there were rewards for being a security guard here, so I came here. I knew at the time that there might be danger here, but as you can see, I'm not bad at all."

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes interrupted, her tone slightly mischievous: "How did you figure that out?"

The mustachioed security guard was speechless. He glanced at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, then at Zhang Yangqing, and his lips twitched. "Fine, fine, you're something else. You guys can go ahead and shop, but don't break anything. If you need to leave, tell me first, preferably before I die."

Zhang Yangqing looked at him, paused for a second, and then said, "There are two steaks at the restaurant. Go heat them up, then cut them open. One steak is a bit charred inside, and the other is reddish inside. Eat the charred one; it will alleviate your condition somewhat. I'll take her to see the other floors." (End of Chapter)