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

The man with the messy hair walked forward on the stone path, his footsteps so light that they made almost no sound.

Zhang Yangqing followed behind him, the two of them walking one after the other through several flower bushes.

The man with the messy hair led Zhang Yangqing deep into the botanical garden.

The plants here are different from those outside; they are taller, denser, with larger leaves and a darker color.

There was a damp smell in the air, mixed with the smell of soil and decaying leaves.

He stopped and pointed to a small area: "These are the few flowers."

Zhang Yangqing looked down and saw that those flowers were indeed different from the ones around them.

Their colors are more vibrant, their petals are thicker, and their stamens are fuller.

First of all, these flowers are very large, about the size of a person. The petals are deep red, the stamens are golden yellow, thick, and have several small protrusions at the top.

Several flowers grow side by side, at different heights and in different postures, but all leaning slightly in the same direction.

The man with the messy hair said, "These flowers are the second young master's favorites. They produce some nectar every few days, but now that it's time, they're not producing nectar. It's no use watering them. This shouldn't be happening."

Zhang Yangqing extracted some key information.

The "second young master" here is probably not a simple character.

To have an indoor garden in this building, with so many rare flowers, and a gardener to take care of them, this second young master must be of high status and should be one of the characters who will appear later.

Moreover, the man with the messy hair remained calm throughout.

He wasn't wary of Zhang Yangqing because she was a stranger, nor was he suspicious because Zhang Yangqing struck up a conversation with him. He also agreed to lead the way very casually.

Although it might seem like a desperate attempt to find a cure, it also shows that this man with the messy hair is definitely very strong, which is why he is so fearless.

He's not that he's not afraid, he just doesn't need to be afraid.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "Is the Second Young Master very young?"

The man with the messy hair glanced at him: "What does it have to do with you asking this?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Just answer my question, I need to analyze it."

The man with the messy hair thought for a moment and said, "Compared to the Third Young Master and the Fourth Young Master, she is indeed quite young."

Zhang Yangqing pointed to the buds among the flowers and asked, "Is the nectar you mentioned stored here?"

The man with the short hair nodded: "That's right, this is where nectar is produced. The nectar seeps out from the bottom of the flower's pistil and slowly gathers in these bulges. When it matures, the bulges will crack open on their own, and the nectar will flow out."

He gestured, tracing a circle with his finger above the bulge, and continued, "But the problem is, there's no reaction here."

Zhang Yangqing continued, "Didn't you consider cutting open these areas with a knife and then extracting the nectar to complete the task?"

The man with the messy hair gave a bitter laugh: "I've considered it, but it won't work. If this flower gets damaged, I'm doomed."

As he said this, his hand unconsciously touched the petals, then withdrew it, as if afraid of damaging them.

Zhang Yangqing thought that this guy's rule was to protect these flowers.

Zhang Yangqing said, "If there were a way to cut open these areas with a knife without damaging the flower and still extract the nectar, would you be willing to try it?"

The man with the short hair frowned: "How could there be such a method? I worked as a gardener for a while and even checked the information; there shouldn't be such a method."

He looked at Zhang Yangqing, paused, and continued, "Do you know?"

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "I don't know for the time being. I'm deducing from the results. I even think there might be a corpse hidden among these flowers."

The man with the tousled hair paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly: "A corpse?" Zhang Yangqing nodded: "That's right. If the power of these nectars is to maintain the health and vitality of the body, then they are the best hiding place for a corpse."

To convince the man with the torn hair, Zhang Yangqing also mentioned the lower half of the corpse he had found in the kitchen refrigerator, and offered some deductions.

Finally, Zhang Yangqing concluded: "If there's a problem here too, then most likely there are body parts among these flower buds. That female monitor hid her body in various corners of this building; she's waiting for me to find all the bodies and revive her."

After listening, the man with the short hair remained silent for a while. Looking at the flower buds that were about to bloom, he said with a complicated expression, "There is some truth to that. The second young master will be back soon. Now we can only try anything as a last resort. What should I do?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Since this woman intends to use me to revive her, there should be some props nearby. Otherwise, if I can't find the props, she can't revive me. So she must have placed the tools in a place that is not conspicuous but that I can find."

Based on this speculation, Zhang Yangqing and the man with the torn hair searched the vicinity.

The two of them squatted down and examined every stone, every crevice, and every patch of soil.

After searching for a short while, the man with the messy hair paused.

He touched a patch of loose soil. The soil there was different from the other places; it was a darker color and softer to the touch, as if it had been turned over recently.

The man with the tousled hair brushed aside the layer of loose soil, revealing a wooden board with several shallow lines carved on it, like some kind of mark.

He pried open the wooden board, revealing a dent.

There was a knife in the dent. It wasn't big, about the length of a palm, with a silver-white blade, a thin edge, and a black handle.

Zhang Yangqing took the knife from the man with the torn hair. He could feel a faint spatial fluctuation on the blade, like folds in space. It felt as if it could cut through something. The feeling of swinging the knife in opposite directions was different.

“This knife has some spatial fluctuations, so it should be correct. Shall you take it or should I?” Zhang Yangqing handed the knife to the man with the tousled hair.

"I'll do it." The man with the shaggy hair took the knife.

He took a deep breath, walked to the flowers, squatted down, his hands trembling.

If Hua dies as a result, he estimates he will die too.

But if we don't deal with it, we won't be able to explain it to the second young master, and he'll definitely die too.

It's better to be proactive and avoid waiting to die.

Thinking of this, the man with the shaggy hair gritted his teeth and began to draw his knife.

Where the blade sliced, a thin crack appeared on the side of the flower bud, from which a viscous liquid slowly seeped out, milky white and thicker than milk.

The liquid flowed down the petals and onto the ground, where it accumulated into a small puddle.

Then, something slid out from that narrow crack.

It's a section of a finger, a human finger.

My fingers fell into the milky white liquid and got wet.

The man with the torn hair continued to exert force with the knife, widening the crack in the flower bud.

More liquid flowed out, and more body parts slid out.

Fingers, metacarpals, wrists, forearms—piece by piece, pieced together, form a complete arm.

He picked up all the body parts from the ground and laid them out on the stone slab.

The arm and fingers were exactly the same as the severed arm Zhang Yangqing had seen in the restaurant.

Looking at the body parts, Zhang Yangqing had a feeling of 'I knew it!' and then said, 'Cut it over, close the flower bud, water it, and it should still be alive. There should be some in the other flower buds too.' (End of Chapter)