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

Zhang Yangqing already has a deep understanding of this level.

A strong sense of presence is absolutely crucial to this level, so upon seeing the little girl and the toy car, he deduced that the little girl was the key to breaking the deadlock.

There are many details that show the little girl loves playing with toys. For example, the piano music is very chaotic and restless. It's not playing the piano; it's venting.

She didn't like playing the piano; she was forced to.

Those shadowy figures surrounded her, forcing her to play day after day, and he was unhappy.

That's why she was so happy when Zhang Yangqing brought her out.

The somewhat eerie little girl looked at Zhang Yangqing, her normal eye filled with expectation, while her other blood-red eye gleamed: "Big brother, are we here yet?"

Zhang Yangqing pointed to the room with double doors in front of him and said, "It'll be here soon, it's inside."

Zhang Yangqing pushed open the door and led her inside.

The room was so big that a flashlight beam couldn't reach the opposite wall.

The floor was covered with colorful foam mats, and various toys were scattered on the mats. The walls were painted with murals depicting forests, castles, princesses and princes, and witches riding brooms.

The ceiling was still filled with balloons depicting human heads, so densely packed that they blocked the view.

As soon as the little girl entered, she couldn't wait to squat down, pick up a teddy bear from the mat, and hug it to her chest.

Then he picked up a toy car, pushed it on the ground, and the car slid out and came to a stop against the wall.

She picked up another block and stacked it on top of another block. After stacking three layers, it collapsed, so she stacked it again.

She was completely immersed in her own world, a smile playing on her lips—a smile unique to children, a pure, unadulterated smile that needed no reason.

Zhang Yangqing stood at the doorway, watching without going in. He was observing the reactions of the toys.

At that moment, the melancholy and eerie figure walked over, carrying a canvas backpack and a scroll of painting in his hand.

He saw the little girl inside, stopped, tilted his head and looked at her for a while: "What's wrong? That little girl is acting strangely, what's going on?"

Zhang Yangqing then briefly recounted what had just happened in the piano room.

After listening, the melancholy and eerie voice nodded: "I see."

He didn't ask any questions, but put his backpack on the ground, took out his drawing board and brushes, leaned against the wall, and began to paint.

He was very focused on his painting. He was painting the back of a little girl squatting on the ground playing with toys. This was his life.

Zhang Yangqing did not disturb the little girl.

She's enjoying her toys, so asking her for help now would be just like those weird adults.
Zhang Yangqing could only wait, wait until she had had enough fun, and wait until she remembered that there was someone waiting for her here.

The little girl played for a long time, moving from one toy to another, from one corner to another.

She finally got tired of playing, sat on the floor mat, hugged the teddy bear, and panted heavily.

Zhang Yangqing walked over, squatted down, and looked her straight in the eye: "Little sister, I need to fix the security camera here. Could you move those balloons somewhere else?"

The little girl nodded vigorously: "Okay, brother."

This was not a difficult task for her.

The little girl put the teddy bear aside, stood up, and looked up at the ceiling.

She raised one hand, fingers spread, as if greeting the balloons.

They seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, slowly and neatly moving to the corner of the ceiling, crowding together and piling up.

The ceiling was finally revealed; it was grayish-white with a few water stains and cracks, and there was a black, round camera with the indicator light off.

The camera is positioned too high; I can't reach it.

Zhang Yangqing moved a chair from the next room, placed it under his feet, and climbed up.

He reached out to flip the switch, but just then, a cold glint appeared from behind him. It was a toy block guard, made of wood, about the size of a palm, holding a sword the size of a toothpick, the tip of which was aimed at Zhang Yangqing's back.

It was as fast as a bullet, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Even though it's such a small thing, no one doubts its attack power; it's definitely at the penetrating level.

Before Zhang Yangqing could make a move, he grabbed the block guard with one hand.

It was the little girl's hand; she had somehow gotten near the chair and was standing behind Zhang Yangqing.

Her fingers gripped the waist of the block guard tightly. The block guard struggled in her hand, kicking its limbs wildly, but could not break free.

The little girl looked down at it, her lips slightly pouting, her expression a little unhappy: "Shh, don't move, big brother is fixing something, don't disturb him."

Her tone was very soft, as if she were talking to a disobedient younger brother.

The red light in the block guard's eyes slowly disappeared, turning into ordinary, lifeless black.

Its limbs stopped struggling, and the sword in its hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, turning it into a complete toy.

This strange block guard is very powerful, but it's just a toy and doesn't have the same level of authority as a little girl.

Zhang Yangqing turned on the camera, jumped off the chair, and dusted off his hands.

The black aura here hasn't dissipated, but it's much lighter than before.

With the camera on, his presence was increasing, while his eerie presence was being suppressed.

The little girl was still engrossed in her toys, and she had already included the block guard in her playmates.

Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Weiwei retreated into the corridor to begin the second step of their plan.

A weak cry for help could be heard from time to time, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.

Even after some time has passed, the sound is still there, and everyone knows it's a trap.

Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Guaiyi devised a plan to get Youyu Guaiyi to respond, and then lure the guy into a room that Youyu Guaiyi had arranged.

Zhang Yangqing waited in the room, waiting for that thing to walk right into his trap.

Standing eerily in the corridor, he spoke in the direction from which the voice came.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear: "Need any help? Come find me here."

Soon, there was movement on the other side.

The footsteps were heavy and fast.

The thing chased after them, as frantically as a bloodhound.

A sense of unease and unease washed over me; something was wrong. That thing was moving too fast.

He quickly hid in the room, waiting for that thing to appear.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

The door slammed against the wall, bounced back, and was blocked by a hand.

A humanoid creature walked in.

It was exactly like the melancholy and eerie one, with the same slightly long hair, the same black trench coat, and the same gray-white eyes.

But its eyes were different; its melancholy and eerie eyes were melancholy, empty, and carried an indescribable weariness.

Its eyes were wild and excited, with the satisfaction of having caught its prey.

It was smiling, its mouth wide open, revealing a row of neat teeth.

It stared at melancholy and eerily, its voice hoarse: "Hehe, so you're the one who's going to help me, right?" (End of Chapter)