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

A melancholic, eerie hand gripped a paintbrush behind his back: "Who are you? How can I help you?"

The mimic took a step forward: "It's simple, if you die, I can live."

At this moment, both the melancholy and the eerie Zhang Yangqing understood.

This guy gains a sense of existence by killing the simulated "human" and then replacing him.

The simulation of the eerie is very powerful; it may have replicated the melancholy eerie's appearance, voice, movements, and even some of his abilities.

But in this room, melancholy and eeriness reign supreme.

His paintings are here, his presence is here, his authority is here.

The simulated eerie has none of these; it only possesses power, and it can only gain authority by replacing the melancholic eerie.

The melancholy and eerie creature was a ruthless character to begin with. He raised his hand, chanted some incantation, and a black wolf he had just drawn, with red eyes and an open mouth revealing sharp fangs, leaped out of the painting, landed on the ground, and pounced on the simulated eerie creature.

The simulated maneuver involved dodging to the side and landing a punch on the wolf's head.

The wolf's head was knocked askew, but it didn't fall apart. It turned its head and bit the simulated eerie arm.

The melancholy and eeriness began to summon again, this time a green snake, as thick as an arm, slithered out of the painting and coiled around the simulated eeriness's leg.

The snake mimicked a bizarre kick, trying to shake it off, but the snake only tightened its grip, its scales embedding into its skin.

Seemingly aware of the opponent's attack method, the only way to resolve the trouble is to directly eliminate the opponent, and the simulated eerie attack moves towards the melancholy and strange.

The melancholy and eerie creature was prepared; it added another stroke, this time a silver-white shield, blocking his way.

The simulation showed a bizarre punch landing on a shield, but the shield remained completely still.

Its fists were bleeding, its bones were cracking; it was no match for this meticulously prepared opponent.

In this room filled with paintings, melancholy and eeriness are the essence of the divine.

He can draw anything to protect himself, attack enemies, or trap opponents.

After a struggle, the simulated monster was unable to move because its legs were entangled by the painted snake and its shoulder was bitten by the painted wolf.

It looked melancholy and eerie, then glanced at Zhang Yangqing who had come out, its eyes filled with resentment; it had lost.

Following the lines Zhang Yangqing had given him beforehand, the melancholy eerie creature spoke to the simulated eerie being: "Why are you here? Explain yourself, and I'll spare your life."

He paused, then added, "I mean what I say, and I will never go back on my word."

The simulation sighed deeply, "It doesn't matter. Failure is failure. Anyway, I only have three days left to live. I'm just trying to find a way to survive in these three days by replacing other creatures."

That is the meaning of its existence.

It looked melancholy and eerie, and pondered, "On the contrary, I find you very curious. Why would you help a human? He is not one of your kind, and his existence is of no benefit to you."

With a melancholic and eerie air, he said in a serious tone, "I'm just acting according to my own will. Helping him doesn't violate my rules, that's all."

The simulated eeriness lowered its head: "I really envy you for being able to act according to your own will. If you want to do something, then do it."

Just as the melancholy and eerie figure was about to speak, Zhang Yangqing stepped forward: "Actually, we can cooperate. I can help you obtain an identity."

The simulated creature glanced at Zhang Yangqing with disdain, a mocking smile curving its lips: "I knew it, you shameless human, you would definitely betray your own kind for profit, but if you help me, I can help you."

Its tone carried a condescending, condescending air.

The next second, Zhang Yangqing swung out a 'toy knife' he had found somewhere and chopped off the simulated eerie head.

The head fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped at the feet of the melancholy and eerie creature.

The headless corpse stood for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, black energy gushing out from its neck cavity before slowly dissipating.

The melancholy eeriness paused for a moment, looking at the corpse on the ground and the head that looked exactly like itself, then at the toy knife in Zhang Yangqing's hand, its expression somewhat complicated: "Huh? Why did you kill him?"

That expression seemed to say: The script you just told me wasn't like this.

Zhang Yangqing flicked the blood off the toy knife and casually said, "Cooperation is about helping each other solve problems. I can complete the mission without him, I just want it to be simple, but he has a foul mouth." This has always been Zhang Yangqing's habit.

He has cooperated with many indigenous people in the world of ghost stories. These indigenous people may not be human, but as long as they speak reasonably well and are at least polite, he will cooperate with them.

This bastard immediately cursed him as a "shameless human." Luckily, Zhang Yangqing was using a secondary account this time; if he had used his main account, this guy would have died countless times already.

Zhang Yangqing admitted that if he had the help of the simulated ghosts, it would be much easier to pass the game, because the simulated ghosts would imitate various professions and assist him.

But this doesn't mean that Zhang Yangqing can allow his teammates to act so recklessly.

He also had another analysis: This simulated monster is bound, its life and death are in its hands, and it is so arrogant. Once it really breaks free from its restrictions and gains power, it will most likely betray and turn against him.

Therefore, both logically and emotionally, it was inevitable for Zhang Yangqing to kill it.

The melancholy and eerie man thought it made sense, but still had some doubts: "Didn't we say we wouldn't kill him?"

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him and said, "You say you won't kill him, but that doesn't mean I won't. I killed him, so you're not involved in the karma and it doesn't matter to you."

Don't ask why, Zhang Yangqing often does this. Usually, his teammates get the kills, but this time he did it himself.

The melancholy and eerie figure paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: "I see, this is what it means to not be bound by cause and effect."

A glint flashed in his eyes, the kind of light that appears when you learn something new.

It can be seen that the melancholy and eerie are learning.

Zhang Yangqing has already deduced that this simulated human is probably not from the third faction.

The third faction consists of entities that already possess physical form and strength, and are mostly highly intelligent.

This guy is strong, but not very intelligent. He speaks without thinking and is stubborn even when he's tied up.

It didn't seem like a third faction; it was just some kind of low-level copying anomaly, so we killed it without hesitation.

After resolving the issue, Zhang Yangqing and the melancholic, eerie figure continued their exploration.

The seventh floor still holds many dangers and many places they haven't been to yet, but there are other things to solve.

Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Weiwei went downstairs and returned to the monitoring room on the first floor. There were now six monitoring screens, including the one from the toy store that had just been repaired.

Zhang Yangqing sat in front of the monitoring station, looking at each one one by one.

In the toy room, the little girl was still playing with her toys.

It looks like someone went into the restroom and then left. I didn't check the security camera, so I'll ignore it.

In the library, the person who was reading a book turned into two.

One sat in the corner, and the other sat by the window, separated by several rows of bookshelves.

They didn't talk, didn't look at each other, each reading their own book, as if they were complete strangers.

They didn't even look at the security camera.

The same person was still in the restaurant, dressed in a tuxedo, sitting at the table with a glass of red wine in front of him, but he wasn't drinking it; he was waiting for someone.

I didn't look at the camera, so I ignored it.

Zhang Yangqing felt that to reach higher floors, he would definitely need intelligence.

Some of these people might be former employees; we could try to gather some information from them.

He decided to go to the library first, where he would have a high profile and, should a conflict arise, he would have the best chance of winning.

The melancholy and eerie figure followed Zhang Yangqing out of the monitoring room, excitedly saying, "Aren't there many paintings in the library? I have to go and take a good look."

Zhang Yangqing smiled and said, "Tell me which book you want to see first; the books in this collection are all quite substantial." (End of Chapter)