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

After saying that, Zhang Yangqing turned and left with the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, leaving the guard with the mustache standing there alone, looking bewildered.

At this moment, his mind is probably full of thinking and judgment.

The fact that Zhang Yangqing appears in this plot point is something that shouldn't be in his script.

It was all too sudden; he didn't know how to react.

Zhang Yangqing still remembers that many chosen ones could only gamble with their lives at this stage. He let the two deliverymen eat, and whoever ate it and was fine, he would eat the rest.

Actually, there was another solution back then: ask someone who had eaten it.

However, those who had been "eaten" by Zhang Yangqing were already "killed" by intelligence, so only others could be allowed to eat them.

The security guard with the mustache didn't dare to eat it because he knew it was dangerous. Zhang Yangqing taught him to do it without explaining much, leaving it to him to believe or not.

Zhang Yangqing led the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes to the second floor. In addition to the showroom and monitoring room, there was a special room: the staff lounge.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing walking this way, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, are you looking for someone here?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded, his gaze falling on the wooden door: "That's right, there's an 'acquaintance' in the staff break room, if she's still there."

The two walked to the door of the staff break room, but the door was closed and could not be opened.

Zhang Yangqing tried it out; it wasn't just a regular lockup, but one protected by rules.

He was familiar with that power; it was the same as the rules and barriers surrounding the wax museum.

To open this door, you need to get a security guard's access card.

If Zhang Yangqing remembered correctly, there should be two security guards here.

The first one is the security guard with the mustache. He just started working, so he must have an access card.

The second one is on the third floor, the icy and eerie security guard. That guy is in a cryogenic chamber, and probably hasn't started moving yet.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes didn't care whether the door could be opened or not; her gaze was drawn to what was inside the glass window.

The windows in the staff break room were small, but the glass was very clean, and moonlight shone through the windows, casting a silvery-white patch on the floor.

A woman was standing inside the window.

She was wearing a black bodycon skirt that clung to her body, outlining a captivating curve.

The skirt hem just reached her knees, revealing a section of her calves encased in black stockings. Her calves had smooth lines, and her ankles were slender.

Her hair was a neat short style, with the ends slightly curled up, revealing her fair neck and ears.

Her face was delicate, and her skin was so white it was almost transparent. The moonlight shone on her face, making her look even more pitiful, like a flower shivering in the cold wind.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes glanced at the woman inside, then at Zhang Yangqing, a slight smile playing on her lips, a hint of gossip flashing in her eyes: "Brother, could she be someone you know?"

Zhang Yangqing rolled his eyes at her, his tone tinged with helplessness: "What are you thinking? I encountered her when I was clearing the game before, and she wasn't dangerous."

This statement nearly made many of the chosen ones outside the big screen vomit blood.

No danger? How many people almost died in that instance?

She pretended to be a victim to gain the security guard's trust, and then got him to do this and that for her.

Countless chosen ones were completely deceived by her, only to die mysteriously in the end.

Only someone of Zhang Yangqing's caliber would feel no danger in her presence.

Why not try someone else? Their bones are probably buried somewhere.

Just then, the security guard with the mustache rushed over.

His footsteps were heavy, but much steadyer than before, as if he had regained his strength.

He ran up to Zhang Yangqing, panting, but with a look of relief on his face: "Brother, you were right! I believed you once and ate the steak you mentioned. I feel much better now, and my wound is almost healed!" He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the wound from before.

The gauze has been removed, and the wound has indeed healed most of its length, leaving only a faint red mark.

He touched his wound, then his stomach, his face full of disbelief, and his cultivation seemed to have improved slightly: "Is this the 'reward' for working the night shift? I'm very curious how you knew."

His tone was much more polite than before, and his attitude was much better.

He knew Zhang Yangqing had no reason to lie to him. With Zhang Yangqing's strength, he could have harmed him directly without going to such lengths.

Since Zhang Yangqing chose to tell him, it must be genuine.

After all, what can you do if you don't believe it? Their invincible persona is just that—an established fact.

Seeing his excited expression, Zhang Yangqing smiled slightly and said, "In this place, the resources you can get are limited."

He pointed to the door of the staff break room: "There's a safe in this staff break room, and there are things inside."

The security guard with the mustache felt in his pocket and pulled out an access card.

He held the access card, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Brother, you're so knowledgeable, I trust you. But the woman inside is strange. She was trying to lie to me, but I found out."

Zhang Yangqing raised an eyebrow: "Oh? How did you find out?"

The security guard with the mustache chuckled, a hint of smugness on his face: "She told me a lot of information, but some of it was true and some was false. Her purpose was to trick me into doing something. I'm not that stupid. She was locked up by the curator, so she must have done something wrong. Why would she be so kind as to help me? She must be trying to trick me into doing something wrong. This kind of trickery, mixing true information with false information, is the best way to deceive people."

Zhang Yangqing gave a thumbs up: "You've got some skills to survive this long."

The security guard with the mustache glanced smugly at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes, his expression seeming to say: See, even the boss says I'm pretty good.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes remained expressionless and completely ignored him.

The security guard with the mustache walked to the entrance of the staff break room with his access card. Just as he was about to swipe the card to open the door, Zhang Yangqing stopped him, saying, "No need. I was just passing by. You can decide for yourself whether to open it or not. I don't want to get involved with you."

Zhang Yangqing didn't have much of a connection with the female ghost inside, so he simply came to see if she was still there, without any other intention.

The security guard with the mustache paused for a moment, then put away his access card and nodded: "Okay."

He didn't ask why; he felt that this man must have his reasons for doing things.

Just then, following the procedures of the 'Chosen Ones,' the cell phone in the mustachioed security guard's pocket rang.

The ringing was shrill and particularly loud in the quiet corridor.

He took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and saw an unfamiliar number with no contact name.

He hesitated for a moment, but still accepted the call, because he was afraid that another deliveryman would come.

"Hello? Who is this?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was unpleasant, not in the words themselves, but in the tone of voice: "Are you the new security guard at the wax museum? I used to be the security guard. It's dangerous inside the wax museum. If you don't want to die, you can choose to cooperate with me."

The security guard with the mustache glanced at Zhang Yangqing, then said into the phone, "Get lost."

He hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, and shook his hand as if he had just hung up a scam call.

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and nodded inwardly. This kid is really something else; he doesn't trust anyone.

With that level of vigilance, no wonder he's still alive.

Zhang Yangqing could imagine how furious the ugly security guard at the gate, who looked like a goblin, must be.

Soon, the mustachioed security guard's phone rang again. It was the same number. Just as he was about to hang up, Zhang Yangqing smiled smugly and said, "Answer it. Let that guy in. Don't worry, with me here, he can't hurt you."

Those familiar with Zhang Yangqing know that when Zhang Tianshi reveals this smile, someone is about to suffer. (End of Chapter)