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

Even if Zhang Yangqing were blind, he would know that he was being followed by something.

These things, in secret, showed a very excited and eager attitude.

It was as if it were telling Zhang Yangqing: You're about to die!

Zhang Yangqing is now in a mortal body and, having left the library, doesn't have much authority, so he naturally needs to be careful.

But he wasn't afraid; he didn't have the authority to act on these things, so there was no rush.

However, Zhang Yangqing was certain of one thing: there was definitely something wrong with the monitoring room.

With that in mind, Zhang Yangqing continued walking forward.

At that moment, sounds came from some of the locked and previously silent rooms where he had just entered.

There were voices, but they were not speaking any known language. The syllables were short and the intonation was strange, like chanting a spell, arguing, or crying.

There were screams, intermittent, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, as if someone was enduring great pain, or as if someone was doing something they were extremely unwilling to do.

There was laughter, but it didn't sound like people laughing, nor did it sound like anything was laughing. It was just laughter, simple laughter, laughter without any reason, which was inexplicable.

In addition to hearing, the sense of smell also began to provide warnings, namely the smell of blood in the air.

It didn't drift out of a specific room; it seeped from the walls, seeped out from the cracks in the floor, and dripped from the ceiling.

Zhang Yangqing passed by a window that led outside and glanced at it. Outside, it was still a pure, thick darkness that didn't let in a single ray of light. The streetlights had completely disappeared, and even the flickering glimmer of light was gone.

What does this mean? It means that the streetlight outside the monitoring room window has also gone out.

This means he no longer has even the only reference point to confirm which floor he is on.

Everyone can tell that it's dangerous now.

Zhang Yangqing even felt that this world of supernatural tales was collapsing at an accelerated pace.

Those strange phenomena that should have appeared gradually and in stages were released prematurely for some reason.

Zhang Yangqing returned the way he came. He walked past the second floor, past the corner on the first floor, and past the long corridor with closed doors on both sides.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, exactly the same as when he left.

But his heart was beating much faster than when he went out, not because he was afraid, but because he was calculating.

Calculate the opening angle of each door, the area of ​​each shadow, and the source and distance of each footstep.

His brain is like a high-speed computer, processing, classifying, and archiving all the information.

Not long after, Zhang Yangqing entered the monitoring room, which was not closed.

The scene in the monitoring room was different from when he left.

Of the eight surveillance cameras, only one is still lit up now; that's the one from the library.

The library was deserted, the bookshelves were neat, the tables and chairs were quiet, and the lighting was soft, as if nothing had happened.

The other seven screens, those that had snow-like dots, black screens, or blurry images, have all gone out; the screens are completely black, and even the indicator lights are off.

Many chosen ones might panic upon seeing this, but Zhang Yangqing had already anticipated it.

When we arrived, there were already hints that the strange phenomena were likely due to our presence being significantly reduced.

Other chosen ones may have only been gone for an hour, or even less, and when they returned, there might have been two or three frames left. The one who returned the fastest might even have four frames left, and one of them would start to have problems, which he could then resolve.

Zhang Yangqing went out for several hours, spending all his time reading.

He read all the books in the library and gained unparalleled access within it, but at the cost of losing all other surveillance footage.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing was in the most dangerous situation of all. If the library's surveillance cameras were also turned off, he would truly have nothing left.

They have no sense of presence, no authority, and have even been stripped of their profession.

At that time, the footsteps, voices, screams, and laughter in the corridor would eagerly appear, because they knew there was someone they could bully here.

But the audience didn't think anything of it; the barrage comments on the big screen in China were unusually calm.

To be honest, if it were any other chosen one, and there was only one surveillance camera left, I would have been worried sick for him. But Zhang Tianshi? I even think he did it on purpose.

I'm so nervous! It's been so long since I've seen Zhang Tianshi in such a dangerous state.

Wait a minute, when you say danger, are you referring to Zhang Tianshi's danger, or the strange danger?
Hahaha, is it really okay for you guys to talk like this? Doesn't anyone feel sorry for Zhang Tianshi?
In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing was unaware of their teasing. He simply stood in front of the monitoring station, staring at the only remaining library surveillance footage, a smile playing on his lips.

Actually, Zhang Yangqing felt that even if he did nothing, no one could cause problems with the library's surveillance system.

He read all the books in that library; his access was ridiculously high.

Those books were his most loyal allies, those bookshelves were his most fortified fortress, and those tables and chairs were his most devoted guards.

Anyone, anything supernatural, anything that wants to mess with the security cameras in that library will have to ask the thousands of books for permission first.

In other words, his life can be saved.

The library's surveillance cameras will not be shut down, his presence will not be erased, and his profession will not be taken away.

But trouble will be plentiful, as those eerie creatures lurking in the shadows will try every means to trick him into breaking other rules.

If he makes even one mistake, if he takes even one wrong step, they will pounce on him like hungry wolves.

What Zhang Yangqing needs to do now is to repair the three areas that were just lit up: the restaurant, the toilet, and the laundry room.

He had seen these three places in the surveillance footage.

There was a severed hand in the restaurant, a wobbly stall door in the restroom, and a washing machine with its lid fallen off in the laundry room.

The three surveillance cameras were turned off after he entered the library, indicating that they were working normally before, but then a problem occurred.

Once these three locations are found and the cameras are repaired, the footage will be restored.

Then go find those four areas that have never been lit.

Those four screens were black or had static from the beginning. It could be that the camera was broken, the line was broken, or there was no camera in that area at all.

In either case, he needs to find out the truth.

Relying on his memory, he first needed to find the corresponding place.

The restaurant, restrooms, and laundry room didn't seem like places that were easy to find.

These three places will test the chosen one's judgment.

That is, how to search for it, and what clues are there.

Because there are many doors here, the key can only open the corresponding door.

We can't possibly try them one by one, can we?
When will that be?
The method is clumsy, but it's still a method.

But Zhang Yangqing discovered the unique characteristic of these three places: their smell.

The restaurant will smell of food, the toilet will smell bad, and the laundry room will smell of laundry detergent.

If the supernatural world doesn't intend to kill off the Chosen One, these will definitely be clues. (End of Chapter)