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

Zhang Yangqing followed the water stains on the ground and chased after them.

Water stains stretched from the laundry room doorway into the depths of the corridor, dripping and leaving a dark trail on the gray-white floor.

It seems this guy was too flustered when he ran away and didn't handle many details properly.

The water stain went up the stairs, and Zhang Yangqing followed it up to the seventh floor.

The seventh floor is different from the other floors; the corridors are narrower, the ceilings are lower, the lighting is dimmer, and the air feels heavier.

A strange pressure surged from all directions, pressing on your skin and your heart, as if reminding you: you shouldn't be here.

The scratches on the wall are both new and old, and you can also see the edges of the peeling paint.

There were drag marks on the floor, as if something had been dragged into a room.

The smell in the air had changed. It wasn't musty or bloody anymore; it was a more complex, chaotic smell, like a mixture of many different scents.

The melancholy and eerie man frowned, his voice lower than usual: "Something's not right here."

Zhang Yangqing also remembered that this was the place where the bandaged security guard was injured.

He said he was patrolling here when he was attacked by a powerful creature.

However, Zhang Yangqing examined the bandaged security guard's wound and found no signs of contamination.

That means that the person who hit him was probably not supernatural.

It attacks humans in a bizarre way, leaving behind pollution and a black ring around the wound that slowly seeps into the flesh, like ink seeping into rice paper.

The bandaged security guard's wound didn't have those patterns; it was just a simple physical injury.

It wasn't some strange thing that hit him; it was a person.

Or it could be described as some kind of humanoid, physical being that does not rely on contamination attacks.

That makes perfect sense!
What is a bandaged security guard?
They are human beings, and human beings with professions.

His profession is security guard; his presence comes from the area he patrols, and his authority comes from every inch of land he walks on.

The security guard with the bandage was injured, and the thing that injured him was most likely after him, aiming to take his job.

So the purpose of this third faction has become clear: they will attack humans with professions.

They killed people and stole clothes, then continued their activities inside the building.

They are not eerie, but they are more difficult to deal with than eerie creatures.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at Youyu and said, "If you leave the gallery, can you still fight? If you can't, go downstairs quickly and wait for me in the monitoring room. It's dangerous here."

His tone was serious; he wasn't joking.

He gave a melancholic, enigmatic, yet confident smile: "I don't know."

Zhang Yangqing: "."

This idiot, is he crazy? Don't you know what you're laughing about?
Seeing Zhang Yangqing's disdainful face, Youyu Weiyi quickly added, "I have to admit that my influence outside the gallery is limited."

What seemed like an unintentional remark sparked a thought in Zhang Yangqing, making him realize something.

He leaned close to the melancholy and eerie ear and whispered a few words.

His melancholy, eerie eyes grew brighter with each listen, his smile deepened, and finally, he became excited, like a child who had heard good news.

"Okay! Let's do it this way!" His voice was much louder than usual, and even the echo in the corridor seemed to vibrate.

The melancholic and eerie one isn't stupid; he has some strength, but he's not the strongest eerie one in the world. There are always some guys more powerful than him.

To put it bluntly, this guy is just a minor elite monster in the early game. He's alright in the gallery, but he's not much of a presence elsewhere.

He wouldn't dare guarantee he could handle everyone, which is a very serious point.

In fact, the melancholy and strangeness are only following Zhang Yangqing for fun, and they might even betray their teammates if they encounter real danger.

But Zhang Yangqing learned how to use the melancholy and eeriness. The logic was simple: Zhang Yangqing was invincible in the library, and the melancholy and eeriness was invincible in the art gallery.

Zhang Yangqing's books cannot be taken out of the library, but the melancholic and eerie ones can. He is eerie, so he is not subject to this restriction.

He only needs to create more paintings and place them in a room, and the melancholy and eeriness will have a very strong presence in that room.

A strong presence signifies authority; it means that in this room, he is the rule, he is the order, he is an invincible being.

Zhang Yangqing lured the dangerous person inside, who then thought Zhang Yangqing had entered a desperate situation and could be easily captured.

Little did he know that he himself was the one who was the turtle.

This is Zhang Yangqing's understanding of "teammates".

If you ask the melancholic and mysterious for help, he will consider the odds of winning.

If you ask him to maintain an absolute winning percentage, he will definitely be happy to help.

Humans are naturally inclined not to want to lose, and so are the supernatural.

Of course, Zhang Yangqing would not entrust his fate to others.

He told the melancholic and eerie "invincible" method that it was just a backup plan. In case his teammates couldn't be relied on, he had a backup plan, which was to increase his own presence.

At present, Zhang Yangqing has no way to directly obtain surveillance cameras and other equipment, and doesn't even know where these things might exist.

So he needs to find the room where the surveillance camera might be, then open the door and fix it.

According to Zhang Yangqing's understanding of the supernatural world, the supernatural world wouldn't deliberately try to kill the chosen ones; there would definitely be a way for them to survive.

The way out won't be found in these mysteries; you'll have to find it yourself.

If you can't find it, it means you have no way to survive.

If someone dies, that's the problem of the chosen ones, not the problem itself.

Of course, there are more complex solutions, but Zhang Yangqing is too lazy to do anything that exceeds the complexity of following the procedures.

Given the current situation: the chosen ones cannot find the sixth room with the camera, and the seventh floor is clearly dangerous.

Therefore, the sixth camera is most likely located in a room on the seventh floor.

As for which room it is, there is no information available yet.

But Zhang Yangqing was very clear about one thing: he would be attacked if he walked a short distance on the seventh floor.

Because on the seventh floor, people wearing staff uniforms are easy targets; that's the hidden rule.

Your uniform is your identity, but it can also be your death warrant.

Those people can tell you have a job just by looking at your uniform. Having a job means you can gain a sense of existence, which also means you are replaceable.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the ground; the water stains had disappeared.

Maybe that guy ran for too long and the water on his clothes dried.

In any case, the trail went cold.

While Youyu and Weiqi went down to retrieve the painting, Zhang Yangqing searched for clues nearby and left a coded message on the wall that only the two of them could understand.

Zhang Yangqing walked alone in the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

After walking for about three minutes, he heard a voice coming from deep around the corner. It was far away and very faint, with a weak, almost dying quality.

"Help me! Is anyone there? Please help me."

That pitiful feeling makes one's heart clench involuntarily.

Zhang Yangqing paused, his first thought being: This violates rule number 4. (End of Chapter)