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

Zhang Yangqing paused on the seventh floor, seemingly thinking of something: the toy-playing, somewhat eerie little girl.

Zhang Yangqing analyzed that since there were so many young masters and ladies here, this one was likely one as well.

After all, if not, why would someone be learning piano here and having their own room?

Wait a minute, Zhang Yangqing's mind started racing. Could it be that the rules are telling me to help or side with that little girl?

Based on current speculation, there is a camera in the toy room, which belongs to the little girl. If the little girl is indeed some kind of rich girl, then it means there is a connection.

With this in mind, Zhang Yangqing went to the toy room to gather information.

Before long, the two of them arrived at the door of the toy room with ease. Zhang Yangqing pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was the same as always. The little girl sat in the center of the floor mat, holding a teddy bear and dressing it up.

He seemed completely absorbed in the game, engrossed in it.

Zhang Yangqing squatted down and asked, "Little sister, do you know any other people in this building? Like, any young masters or young ladies?"

The little girl didn't answer. She put the teddy bear's sleeves on, patted its head, and then took a small hat from the side and put it on the teddy bear's head.

She was completely absorbed in her own world and ignored Zhang Yangqing's question.

Zhang Yangqing knew that now was not the time to ask questions; she was enjoying the toys and no one should disturb her.

If you forcibly interrupt her, she might get angry, she might cry, or she might kick him out.

This matter had to be put on hold, and we had to wait for the "incident" to occur, until she needed help.

Zhang Yangqing and the melancholy eeriness arrived at the ninth floor.

The corridor was long and narrow, dimly lit, and had a low ceiling.

There are many stains on the wall, and it's hard to tell whether they are water stains or blood stains. Some parts are dry, while others are still wet.

The ground was covered with a thick, gray carpet that made no sound when you stepped on it, which was really annoying. You wouldn't even know where the other person was coming from if you were ambushed.

As soon as he arrived, Zhang Yangqing sensed malice.

Zhang Yangqing did not rush to press the button to summon the cleaning lady.

First of all, the cleaning lady's identity is unknown, and her task is to resolve the danger in the conference room.

There's a chance it's a trap; she might not genuinely want to help, but could be using him for something else.

Zhang Yangqing needed to investigate the meeting room beforehand to make sure it wasn't a trap before calling her over.

He wandered around the ninth floor, looking for clues.

Look at every door you pass by, and check every corner.

He was looking for a meeting room, and since it was a meeting room, the door must be different from the others.

It might be a double door, or there might be a sign on the door, or the doorknob might be gold, or there might be two servants wearing white masks standing at the door.

But the corridor on the ninth floor was too long; one section led to another, seemingly without end.

The doors on both sides are mostly the same, made of wood, dark brown, with brass handles.

Occasionally, a door would be ajar, but inside it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

He walked behind Zhang Yangqing with a melancholy and eerie air, his nose twitching constantly.

He spoke, his voice low: "Be careful, there's a faint smell of blood coming from some of the rooms here, a lot of people must have died here."

He is strange; he has a strong sense of smell for blood, which people cannot smell.

Zhang Yangqing nodded. He naturally wouldn't be careless; there was definitely something wrong here.

Remember that bandaged security guard? He was beaten up on the seventh floor, so there must be something even more dangerous on the ninth floor. At this stage, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared.

The light in the corridor in front of Zhang Yangqing flickered once, just for a moment.

The sky outside was pitch black, with no light source whatsoever; the only light was in the corridor.

The sensible chosen ones knew that Rule 3 was about to be triggered here.

[Rule 3: If the hallway lights go out, don't open the door and go out. Wait for the lights to come back on before observing the outside. This is key to your survival. Remember, when the lights are off, the hallway is not your domain.]

When the chosen ones explore the ninth floor, they must first find one or more unlocked rooms and make sure there are no major problems in the rooms.

Once the lights go out, you need to get into the room immediately, otherwise there will be danger.

Most of the Chosen Ones who have survived to this day are aware of this and are looking for rooms.

The only thing you can do is react the instant danger appears; otherwise, it's death.

Zhang Yangqing naturally thought of it. He found two rooms filled with miscellaneous items. The doors were very sturdy and could not be opened from the outside after being locked.

This is actually quite crucial.

If the door is easy to open, then terrifying creatures outside can break in.

Just as Zhang Yangqing and the melancholy stranger continued their exploration, the lights went out!
The corridor was pitch black, the entire area felt oppressive and murky, and then things that were writhing in the darkness appeared.

Some terrifying creatures descended and appeared in the corridor, accompanied by a massive and oppressive surge of terrifying energy.

Then Zhang Yangqing saw pairs of eyes, blood red, flashing in the darkness. Three pairs of eyes, six blood-red eyeballs, were staring intently at him, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty rage.

Just being stared at gave the Chosen Ones a chilling feeling of falling into an abyss.

Zhang Yangqing did not immediately dodge, but instead exchanged a glance with Youyu Weiyi.

The melancholy man nodded and pulled a scroll from the painting tube; it was the blueprint for the equipment designed by Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing took out the energy biscuits made by the strange chef from his pocket and took a bite.

The biscuits were hard, making a crunching sound when chewed, and a warm feeling spread through my stomach when I swallowed them.

Strength is being restored, speed is increasing, and reaction time is accelerating.

A melancholic and eerie figure unfurled the scroll and began to summon.

Silvery-white specks of light danced in the darkness and landed on Zhang Yangqing.

First was the inner armor, close-fitting, deep purple, with fine scale patterns on the surface. Each scale was trembling slightly, making a soft metallic clanging sound.

Then there's the outer robe, a blend of purple and gold, neither gaudy nor ostentatious, but rather exuding a restrained, weighty, and almost intimidating opulence.

The waistband is gold and wide, engraved with the eight trigrams: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. The eight trigrams are arranged in order, and each one is slowly flashing.

The most shocking thing was that behind him, the yin-yang symbol appeared in the void and slowly rotated behind Zhang Yangqing.

Black and white intertwine, one waxing and the other waning!
The wrist guard is made of hard material, extending from the wrist to the elbow joint, and its surface is engraved with cloud and thunder patterns, with tiny electric arcs jumping between the thunder patterns.

This is Taoist armor, a combination of Tao and armor, a fusion of technique and weaponry!

Standing there, Zhang Yangqing looked like a deity who had stepped out of an ancient myth.

His gaze was calm, looking down at all living beings from his superior position!
This is what it feels like to gain power!

This is the Taoist armor that the audience envies so much!
Zhang Yangqing beckoned to the three strange creatures in front of him. Sensing that they had been provoked, the three creatures rushed over like madmen.

The first one was the largest, its entire body shrouded in black mist, its eyes blood-red, and its claws half a foot long. It slammed down towards Zhang Yangqing's head. (End of Chapter)