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

From Hesitant Stranger's perspective, if anyone should be helped, it should be the Second Young Master. Why would anyone offend the Second Young Master when they don't even know the little girl's identity?
Zhang Yangqing's thoughts drifted back to the past. After a moment of silence, he spoke: "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Immortality has always been a deception. So-called immortality is merely becoming a part of it'?"

He pondered for a moment, his brow furrowed deeply, and said, "What a profound sentence. What does it mean? Can you explain it?"

Actually, this sentence is Rule 5 of the Undying Mountain, but Zhang Yangqing felt that he actually saw it in the little girl.

But Zhang Yangqing didn't explain, only saying, "You'll understand later."

Melancholy and enigmatic, he didn't press further, also finding Zhang Yangqing to be an enigma.

The two returned to the monitoring room, and with a gloomy and eerie look, noticed that one of the cameras was still off. They asked, "Aren't you going to fix this camera?"

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "The time is not right yet."

The melancholy man, noticing the hanging rope in the corner of the monitoring room, finally couldn't help but ask, "I've been curious about this thing since I came in. What's it for?"

Zhang Yangqing had already read the random reply: "Swinging on a swing."

Melancholy and eerie: "."

His expression was complicated, as if to say: You think I'm stupid?

Not long after, the second incident occurred.

A young man with a spiky hairstyle appeared in the laundry room. His hair was short, stiff, and stood up in strands.

He took off his work clothes and was washing them.

The rebellious young man hummed a song as he poured laundry detergent into the washing machine, pressed the start button, and the drum began to spin.

He was very relaxed, as if he was doing something he really enjoyed.

Just then, a mysterious person emerged from behind the laundry room.

Without saying a word, the extravagant man grabbed the troublesome youth by the neck from behind.

The rebellious youth struggled, elbowing and kicking backward, but the other man was very strong and he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

His face turned bright red, his mouth opened as if he wanted to scream for help, but his voice was muffled and he couldn't make a sound.

The two of them started wrestling.

This triggers Zhang Yangqing's rule 4: If someone calls for help, first check the surveillance footage. If you can't see the person calling for help in any of the shots, don't respond or help. That's not a person; it's just imitating a person.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yangqing turned and ran, rushing out of the monitoring room and heading towards the laundry room.

A melancholy and eerie figure followed behind, unaware of what had happened.

In the laundry room, the rebellious youth was pinned to the ground, with the attacker straddling him, his hands gripping his neck, his nails digging into his flesh.

The rebellious youth's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and his eyes began to glaze over.

There are many ways to resolve this trouble. The first way is to ask the bandaged security guard to take action. This guy is quite capable, and with the help of the troublesome young man, they can probably solve the problem.

The second method is more extreme: find a way to shut down the surveillance cameras. Then, when the bizarre attacks occur, the chosen ones, knowing the strange attack methods, can evade them, while the opponents, unaware, will encounter trouble.

Zhang Yangqing used the third method, the simplest of which was to directly enter wearing Taoist armor.

A purple-gold light illuminated the entire laundry room, and the yin-yang symbol slowly rotated behind him.

He walked over, grabbed the attacker by the back of his collar, and lifted him off the troublesome youth.

The attacker turned around and lunged at him. Zhang Yangqing punched him in the face, sending him flying. He crashed into the washing machine, slid down, and lay motionless.

The rebellious young man collapsed to the ground, rubbing his neck and panting heavily.

He coughed a few times, his voice hoarse, as if his throat had been squeezed and damaged.

The rebellious young man looked at Zhang Yangqing with eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you. If you hadn't come, I would have died here." His voice was weak and even somewhat distorted.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "What happened?"

The rebellious young man pointed at the mysterious attacker lying on the ground and said, "I'm the maintenance worker here. This guy tried to kill me and steal my clothes."

His voice was filled with anger and lingering fear.

The attacker got up from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fierce.

He pointed at the rebellious youth and shouted angrily, "You're talking nonsense! You were the one who stole my clothes and pushed me down the stairs!"

The two had conflicting accounts, each claiming that the other had stolen their clothes.

Zhang Yangqing secretly observed their hands.

The mysterious man who claimed to be a repairman had calluses on his hands, large knuckles, and black grease under his fingernails.

Those oil stains weren't left in a day or two; they're the marks left from years of repairing things.

His work clothes were also stained with machine oil, paint, rust, and various colors of stains mixed together, the kind that couldn't be washed off.

The troublesome young man had clean hands, neatly trimmed nails, and no calluses or grease.

Zhang Yangqing had already made a judgment in his mind: the troublesome youth belonged to the third camp, not some strange creature.

He stole the repairman's clothes, took over the repairman's identity, and tried to kill the repairman, but for some reason failed and the repairman survived to seek revenge.

At this stage, the troublesome young man started to panic.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhang Yangqing made a 'wrong judgment' and said to the repairman, "How can you prove you're a repairman?"

The mysterious person is incredibly popular, how can I prove it?

At this moment, the mysterious man noticed that Zhang Yangqing was giving him a meaningful look. The mysterious man understood and ran out in a fit of rage.

Zhang Yangqing and the troublesome youth both appeared slow to stop him; they reached out to grab him but missed, and chased after him for a couple of steps but couldn't catch up.

But Zhang Yangqing was an actor; the rebellious young man was actually exhausted.

Seeing the dangerous man leave, the troublesome young man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thanked Zhang Yangqing again, this time with much more sincerity: "Brother, thank you. If it weren't for you, I would be dead here today."

Zhang Yangqing patted him on the shoulder: "We're all on the same side, it's alright."

Zhang Yangqing helped the troublesome youths because he wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop.

He didn't know how many people were in the third camp, which floors they were on, or what identities they were disguised as.

By befriending troublesome youths, you might be able to infiltrate their ranks, extract information, or even find their hideout.

It's much easier to catch them all at once than to kill them one by one.

Zhang Yangqing told the troublesome young man to do his laundry first and to come to the monitoring room if he needed anything.

The rebellious young man nodded and said no problem.

Zhang Yangqing left the laundry room and found the repairman at a corner not far away.

The repairman leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his anger still simmering.

He frowned when he saw Zhang Yangqing: "What did you mean just now? Why didn't you let me expose him on the spot?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "There are a lot of strange guys here who steal our clothes. It would be easy for me to kill them, but that would cause endless trouble. It would be better to find an opportunity to follow them and catch them all in one fell swoop."

The repairman thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed. His tone softened slightly: "You've thought of everything. What should we do?" (End of Chapter)