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

Zhang Yangqing had considered lighting a match to enter the toy room on the seventh floor.

But there was a hole in that room, and human head balloons on the ceiling.

The balloon containing the human head contains gas; breaking it may release "wind," or more accurately, "human breath."

A person's breath can extinguish a match—this is a very small detail, and it requires guesswork; you wouldn't notice it without careful observation.

Once the balloon bursts, the human breath will surge out, carrying the body temperature and scent of the deceased, forming an invisible but real wind.

The wind blew and the match went out.

In order not to waste matches, Zhang Yangqing did not step into the pit.

Because the hints were not obvious and there was only a fake balloon, many chosen ones naturally fell into this trap, making their already scarce matches even fewer.

The number of matches, in a sense, determines the probability of the chosen one's survival; this thing can provide an extra chance to save one's life in a critical moment.

Zhang Yangqing continued to follow the tire tracks further in.

The corridor ended at a door.

The door was made of wood, dark brown, and its surface was covered with many marks: bloody handprints, large and small, some complete, some incomplete, and some with only a few fingers.

There were also marks from an axe, deep grooves, and sawdust still hanging on the edges. Judging from the marks, it must have been there for some time.

There were also some other, indescribable dents, like those caused by a blunt object.

Zhang Yangqing judged that there had been a fierce fight here, and that someone had struggled and resisted.

Zhang Yangqing reached out and pushed the door open, the beam of the flashlight shining in and illuminating a corner of the room.

Strangely, the outside was covered in bloody handprints, axe marks, and craters, but the inside was very clean.

The floor was made of wood, dark in color, smooth, as if it had been waxed, and it reflected people's images.

There is a piano against the wall opposite.

It's black with a glossy finish, the piano lid is closed, and the piano bench is placed in front of the piano at just the right distance.

The room was empty except for the piano, which stood there all alone.

Zhang Yangqing walked in, and as soon as he stepped over the threshold, the piano started playing by itself—one note, two notes, three notes, and then a melody.

The melody is slow and soft, as if telling a story from long ago.

Suddenly, black smoke appeared in the room, dripping from the walls, floor cracks, and ceiling.

Dark mist filled the room, obscuring Zhang Yangqing's light and vision, making the outline of the piano unclear.

Some dark shadows flashed in the darkness, a harbinger of something eerie.

But just then, the door slammed shut.

Zhang Yangqing looked back; the door was locked and could not be opened.

All of this seemed to be telling Zhang Yangqing: You've fallen into a trap!

But Zhang Yangqing wasn't a newcomer here, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Just then, a strangely shaped humanoid figure burst out from the black mist.

Its body was twisted, its limbs looked like wrung-out towels, its head was tilted to one side, its eyes were blood red, and its mouth was open, revealing two rows of jagged, sharp teeth.

Its speed was astonishing; it arrived in front of Zhang Yangqing in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yangqing calmly took out a matchbox, pulled out a match, and struck the side of the matchbox.

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The flames leaped up, small but exceptionally bright in the darkness.

The eerie humanoid creature suddenly stopped less than a meter away from Zhang Yangqing, its body leaning back as if it were avoiding something extremely terrifying and dared not approach.

The eerie humanoid figure retreated a few steps, disappearing into the black mist, revealing only its blood-red eyes, which were fixedly staring at the match in Zhang Yangqing's hand.

It seemed that he could launch an attack once the match disappeared.

The piano music continued to play, chaotic and disorderly, like someone who couldn't play the piano randomly pressing the keys, but it also felt like the person was very impatient.

The sound was so loud it made you want to cover your ears. Zhang Yangqing, however, was eliminating these distractions and continuing to observe.

He saw something in the corner of the room: a toy car lying on the floor.

This toy car is very small, about the size of a palm, red, and has a black sheen on its body.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the piano again, and there was a shadowy figure on the piano bench, like a little girl sitting there.

Her fingers danced across the piano keys at an astonishing speed. The faster she played, the more frequently the dark shadows moved, and the more the black mist appeared.

The adults whose faces were obscured stood eerily around the piano and the little girl, their mouths opening and closing as they uttered unsettling incantations.

The faster they spoke, the faster the little girl played.

The faster the little girl played, the faster they talked.

It's a vicious circle.

Zhang Yangqing roughly understood something; there really was a solution to this problem.

He walked over, bent down, picked up the toy car from the ground, went to the piano, handed the toy car to the phantom, and said, "Don't do what you don't want to do. They're gone. I'll take you to find the toys."

The piano music stopped abruptly, and the little girl's figure slowly "appeared," transforming from a phantom into a real entity.

She looked about seven or eight years old, with a ponytail, her hair a little messy, with a few strands falling across her forehead.

One eye is blood red, and the other eye is a normal black.

Her face displayed two expressions simultaneously: terror and innocence.

The little girl looked at the toy car in Zhang Yangqing's hand, reached out to touch it, but then pulled her hand back.

She glanced at Zhang Yangqing, as if asking: May I?

Zhang Yangqing nodded.

The little girl took the toy car. Her hands were small, and she held the toy car tightly, as if afraid it would run away again.

Zhang Yangqing took her hand, and the little girl did not struggle, following Zhang Yangqing towards the door.

The adults were roaring eerily, baring their fangs and claws in the black mist, but the animals dared not approach.

Zhang Yangqing still held the match in his other hand, the flame still burning.

They are pure weirdness, and matches are their natural enemy.

The little girl was somewhat eerie, but not very scary.

She pushed the door open; only she could push it open.

Just as I stepped outside, the match finally gave out.

The door behind him slowly closed, trapping the black mist inside, the noise inside, and the strange behavior of the adults inside.

The little girl can't speak, but she can understand.

She nodded to everything Zhang Yangqing said.

When she nodded, her ponytail swayed back and forth.

Zhang Yangqing led her upstairs to the seventh floor. She followed step by step, holding Zhang Yangqing's hand and the toy car in her little hand, looking very obedient.

But there's a catch here. Inferring the cause from the result: If the Chosen One didn't know which room had the toys, the little girl would definitely have killed the Chosen One; she's very strong.

In other words, if you come to this room beforehand, there's a very high chance you'll die.

Zhang Yangqing believed that his daughter was the key to breaking the deadlock.

Because the toy car in her hand was almost identical in type to the toys in the toy room on the seventh floor.

Since the little girl is the "user" of these toys, she has a strong presence and a lot of authority in the toy room.

She could do things Zhang Yangqing couldn't, such as bringing those toys that were pretending to be dead back to life, or making them continue to pretend to be dead. (End of Chapter)