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

As viewers in front of the giant screen in the Dragon Kingdom saw Zhang Yangqing's design drawings, a barrage of comments flooded the screen.

Holy crap, this is the outfit I've been dreaming of.

Oh no! Zhang Tianshi would be absolutely invincible in this outfit!

I find it hard to imagine anyone being able to defeat Zhang Tianshi in this form.

Zhang Tianshi truly brought his teammates' abilities to the limit.

In the world of ghost stories, the eerie chef cannot leave the kitchen for long because he needs to wait for guests.

Zhang Yangqing said to the strange chef, "If you need help, call for help in the living room. Don't look around. I'll come back and help you."

The eerie chef said, "No problem, I need to go prepare some ingredients too. You guys go ahead and do your work. Good luck."

Since the melancholy and eerie one had no specific job, he followed Zhang Yangqing to continue exploring.

Zhang Yangqing, familiar with the area, arrived at the library and found another "person" reading a book.

The person was sitting by the window. He had short, stiff hair that stood up as if he hadn't washed it in a long time.

Zhang Yangqing picked up a book at random and began observing the surroundings.

The man with the messy hair was wearing a strange business suit, dark green, made of rough fabric, with several pockets, all bulging, and it was unclear what was inside.

There was dirt under his fingernails, black, damp dirt, and dirt on his shoes as well. The soles of his shoes were covered with a thick layer of mud that had dried and cracked, crumbling with every step.

Zhang Yangqing could indeed find where he came from by the traces in the soil, but now was not the time.

The man with the messy hair was reading a thick, hardcover book about plants, with pictures of various flowers printed on the cover.

He reads very slowly, taking a long time to read a single page, and his brows are slightly furrowed, his lips pursed from time to time, as if he is pondering some difficult problem.

Zhang Yangqing walked over, sat down opposite him, and asked, "Dude, need any help?"

The man with the tousled hair raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yangqing.

He looked Zhang Yangqing up and down, his gaze lingering on his uniform for a moment.

"Do you know anything about flowers?" The man with the tousled hair asked in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "No one in this world understands it better than me."

This sentence left the gloomy and eerie person who was spying from not far away speechless. His expression seemed to say: Dude, you are the monitor, how could you know more than anyone else?

Besides, judging from the guy's appearance, he's probably a gardener or something, dealing with flowers and plants every day. Do you think you know more than him? How dare you say that?

In fact, the melancholy and the strangeness were misjudging the person. Zhang Yangqing truly understood, because he had read all the books here.

Even if you don't believe the melancholy and eeriness, Zhang Yangqing is better at painting than the melancholy and eeriness.

Surprisingly, the man with the messy hair didn't question it; instead, his eyes lit up.

He closed the book and placed his hands on the cover: "Could you please take a look at my flowers? There's a problem, and I can't handle it based on my experience."

His tone was sincere, without any probing or maneuvering; it was the kind of sincerity one has when asking for a favor.

This is different from the other indigenous people Zhang Yangqing encountered.

Zhang Yangqing said naturally, "You lead the way."

The man with the messy hair put the book back on the shelf and led the way.

At this stage, many people are speculating whether the man with the broken hair is human or a monster.

Most viewers thought he was weird because a normal human with a profession shouldn't be ignorant of things related to their profession. It was obvious that he was a weirdo who had just been possessed, similar to the weird chef.

Some viewers felt that this guy seemed like a novice, acting too casually, and didn't seem like the weird one. The first strange thing happened after they left the library.

The man with the messy hair didn't seem to walk fast, but when he did, he moved very quickly.

It feels like the kind of master who can shrink the distance to an inch.

Many viewers with cultivation could tell that this man with the tousled hair had some skill in movement.

The man with the messy hair seemed to walk on instinctively. Later, realizing that he might be walking too fast, he planned to stop and wait for Zhang Yangqing. However, he found that the person behind him could keep up, so he didn't say anything and continued walking.

The most annoying thing here is the melancholy and eerie guy trailing behind, panting as he chases after them.

This guy always thought he was a pro, but the two people in front of him were walking very strangely. If he couldn't see the dirt and debris on the ground, he wouldn't have been able to catch up at all.

Zhang Yangqing followed the man with the tousled hair out of the library and went up to the third floor.

The man with the short hair stopped in front of a door, took a key out of his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it twice.

The door opened, and he pushed it open, stepping aside to let Zhang Yangqing go in first.

Zhang Yangqing walked in and paused for a moment.

This is a large indoor garden, so large that he couldn't see the end of it at a glance.

The overhead lighting was just right, neither too bright nor too dim.

The path underfoot is paved with stone slabs, winding and turning, with all sorts of rare and exotic flowers and plants planted on both sides.

There are paths, man-made bridges, and streams among the flower bushes.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, but not just one kind; it's a blend of dozens, even hundreds, of different floral scents. It's not overpowering; instead, it's refreshing and invigorating.

The owner of this building definitely spent a lot of money on plant decorations.

The varieties of these flowers alone would be quite valuable on any other market, let alone the hundreds or thousands of them here.

Moreover, the temperature and humidity here are extremely well controlled, and have been carefully adjusted by someone.

But Zhang Yangqing also noticed a strange phenomenon.

Some flowers are bleeding, not like red sap, but real blood, dark red and viscous, seeping from the gaps in the petals, flowing down the stem, dripping into the soil, and leaving a small dark mark.

The bleeding flowers were all of the same variety, with white petals and yellow stamens. They were beautiful, but when the blood flowed from the petals, that beauty turned into an indescribable eeriness.

But what Zhang Yangqing found strange was that the blood had no taste.
Or perhaps, this blood has a fragrance?
It's not blood in the traditional sense.

Could it be that the people here have cultivated some kind of very fragrant blood?

This made Zhang Yangqing begin to wonder what the 'nutrients' of these plants were.

In addition, Zhang Yangqing also heard some flowers coughing, like human coughing, coming from the flower stamens, "cough cough cough," intermittent, sometimes there and sometimes not.

When it coughs, the whole flower trembles, its petals opening and closing as if it is breathing.

Some flowers were moving; their stems were slowly bending, their roots were wriggling in the soil, and the whole plant was gradually moving in a certain direction.

It's so slow that you can't tell unless you're staring at it.

Is this place strange? Of course it is, but this is a world of ghost stories, so strangeness means that everything is normal.

Zhang Yangqing asked the man with the tousled hair, "Where is that strange plant you mentioned?"

The man with the tousled hair remained calm, gesturing with his chin towards the depths of the garden, and said, "Come with me." (End of Chapter)