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

The little girl held it in her arms, its four legs dangling in mid-air. Its body was being rubbed and kneaded, its tail was being tugged, and its ears were being flicked. It didn't make a sound and let her do whatever she wanted.

That expression made people want to laugh, like an adult playing house with a child.

Not long after, the little girl brought out the six-eyed weasel.

Zhang Yangqing instructed the little girl to feed the corpses to the Six-Eyed Weasel.

The melancholy eer opened the painting, and black mist surged out of the paper, causing corpses to fall to the ground one by one, lining up in a row.

The six-eyed weasel was already listless, lying in the little girl's arms with its eyes half-closed, as if it might fall asleep at any moment.

But upon seeing the corpses, all six of its eyes lit up simultaneously.

It jumped off the little girl's arms and landed on the ground without making a sound.

The six-eyed weasel walked up to the first corpse, lowered its head, and opened its mouth.

Its mouth is not large, but when it opens, the upper and lower jaws almost split to the neck, revealing rows of fine, needle-like teeth.

The six-eyed weasel bit the corpse's arm and ripped it off with a sudden pull. The sound of bones breaking was crisp, and the sound of flesh tearing was muffled.

It chewed twice, swallowed, and then tore off another piece.

The six-eyed weasel eats with ferocity, a composure only a predator at the top of the food chain possesses, an instinct of "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

The red-haired psychic felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the six-eyed weasel eat.

He had seen it go berserk; once, four or five of them, all telekinetic masters, couldn't control it and were almost wiped out.

Now that it's eating quietly, it's even more frightening.

It's hard to imagine that a pet that looks somewhat cute and innocent could be so ferocious when it comes to eating meat.

The melancholic and eerie figure leaned closer to the red-haired psychic and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you could control it back then?"

His tone was slightly teasing, but not sarcastic; he was genuinely curious.

The red-haired psychic felt underestimated and retorted, "It's strong, but I'm not weak either!"

The funniest thing was that the six-eyed weasel suddenly looked this way for some reason, silencing the red-haired psychic who was about to show off.

It makes me feel melancholic and eerie, yet I also want to laugh.

There was a reason why Zhang Yangqing had the little girl feed the Six-Eyed Weasel instead of feeding it himself.

The little girl and the six-eyed weasel were already familiar with each other, so the weasel felt more at ease eating when she fed it.

After it has eaten its fill, it will protect her on its own initiative, at least it won't resist her taking it away.

After the little girl had finished playing, Zhang Yangqing didn't guide her; he simply followed her to see where she wanted to go.

The little girl held a teddy bear in one hand and grabbed the tail of a six-eyed weasel in the other, dragging both things on the ground.

The six-eyed weasel dragged its body on the ground, its head occasionally bumping into the threshold, table legs, and corners of the wall.

Its six eyes were half-closed, its face full of helplessness, but it didn't utter a sound, letting her drag it.

That expression made you want to laugh but also feel embarrassed to.

The little girl turned to look at Zhang Yangqing, who was standing beside her, and suddenly stopped. "Big brother, you're so kind. If it were any of my other older brothers or sisters, they wouldn't let me play so freely. They always want me to learn manners. Although they say it's all for my own good, I really don't like it. But they say the mistress likes sensible children, so I try my best, but I always mess it up."

Zhang Yangqing squatted down and looked into her eyes: "Actually, you just need to be yourself. The mistress's liking is not necessarily what they say."

The little girl looked at him as if she understood but not quite, but her strength was her innocence; she didn't overthink things.

Not long after, the little girl arrived at a very special room on the fourth floor.

The door was white with a red star pasted on it.

She pushed open the door and went inside.

This is a photography studio, a very large room, bigger than any of the previous rooms. It is divided into several areas, each of which is an independent scene.

Some scenes feature flowers and plants, with some blooming and a stream flowing nearby, like a forest in a fairy tale world.

In some scenes, the sky, sun, and clouds are drawn with crayons. The colors are very bright, and the lines are very childlike, like a child's drawing. But when enlarged to cover an entire wall, the proportions are surprisingly harmonious.

Some scenes depict classic study rooms with mahogany bookshelves, leather sofas, and ink bottles and quill pens on the table.

Other scenes depict modern living rooms with white sofas, transparent coffee tables, and abstract paintings on the walls.

Every scene was meticulously arranged, showing great care and attention to detail; it was clearly very expensive.

But as soon as they entered, not only Zhang Yangqing, but even the Six-Eyed Weasel sensed the presence of strange creatures.

Those eerie creatures hid in the corners of the studio, on the ceiling, behind props, and in places where the light couldn't reach.

As Zhang Yangqing looked, he could see a strange, spherical creature floating out from behind the ceiling chandelier. It was round, grayish-white, with fine cracks on its surface, from which dark red liquid seeped out.

Its eyes are blood red, very large, taking up a third of its body, and have no pupils; they are just a patch of red.

It has four tentacles that hang down from under its body, and each tentacle has a sucker at the end.

Zhang Yangqing didn't even need to lift a finger; his two underlings started cleaning up.

The red-haired psychic raised his hand, his fingers clenching in mid-air, and his psychic power condensed into an invisible needle, piercing the strange, spherical eye.

It let out a sharp screech, its body trembled violently, and then fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces, leaving a trail of black liquid.

Another strange creature crawled out from behind the prop box.

It looks like a spider, but its head is much larger, two or three times the size of its body. It has six eyes on its head and a horizontal mouth that stretches to its ears.

Its legs are thin and long, and it takes big strides with astonishing speed.

The melancholy and eerie figure calmly opened the easel, ran his fingers across the paper, and a black wolf leaped out of the painting, biting the neck of the giant spider.

The spider struggled a few times, then stopped moving.

The melancholic and eerie creature and the red-haired psychic worked together seamlessly, continuously clearing out these strange creatures.

They cleaned the strange creature from the studio in less than fifteen minutes.

They also checked every corner and searched every prop box to make sure there were no strays.

The Six-Eyed Weasel remained as if it hadn't woken up yet, lying on the ground, occasionally licking its paws, completely uninterested in everything happening around it.

These strange creatures are too low-level and too weak to be worth its attention.

The little girl paid no attention to the fighting; her focus was entirely on the scenes in the film studio.

She ran into the fairytale forest, touched the real flowers, and squatted down to look at the fish in the stream.

She ran to the wall where she had drawn with crayons, looked up at the sun and clouds in the drawing, and reached out to touch them, leaving crayon marks on her fingers.

She went to the classic study, climbed onto the sofa, picked up the quill pen on the table, drew a few strokes on the paper, and had a lot of fun.

Later, she walked to a white background wall, stopped, looked back at Zhang Yangqing, and said, "Big brother, I also want to take those beautiful photos. Every time I see my mother and other older brothers and sisters, they have them, but I don't."

Her voice wasn't loud, but her disappointment was obvious.

Zhang Yangqing said, "Don't worry, I'll take the picture for you."

The little girl was taken aback for a moment: "Huh? Big brother, you can do this too?"

Zhang Yangqing smiled and said, "Of course, I used to be a professional photographer."

This wasn't just something he made up; in one of the supernatural tales from the past, his profession really was that of a photographer. (End of Chapter)