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

At this stage, Zhang Yangqing has identified a profession with significant authority: the later-stage "security guard."

Security guards, regardless of which supernatural world they live in, are always the ones who protect a region.

By constantly patrolling and figuring out every corner of the place, he can gain the approval of the young master, young lady, and mistress, thereby acquiring authority and becoming increasingly powerful.

If the chosen ones don't act soon, they won't be a match for him later on.

But there is another way: the Chosen Ones conservatively begin to cooperate, with the security guard as the main core. He provides the physical strength, and the others provide the wisdom. By cooperating with each other, the security guard might not kill the Chosen Ones.

But don't forget one thing: this security guard is quite intelligent; he doesn't necessarily rely on the wisdom of the chosen one.

When he feels that the Chosen One is useless, the Chosen One's fate will no longer be in his own hands.

Moreover, as he gained more authority later on, he became very subjective in his actions, and it's hard to say whether he would listen to the opinions of the Chosen One.

Once he believes the existence of the Chosen One poses a threat to him, he will definitely take action.

This is too passive. It's better to deal with him first, otherwise he's the most dangerous one.

How to break a friendship, how to ruthlessly kill a friend who helped you through the game – these are things many chosen ones need to consider, but Zhang Yangqing didn't need to. He angrily dealt with the security guards from the very beginning.

Zhang Yangqing continued to stare for more than two hours, but he was also extremely sleepy.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, his vision began to blur, and his head drooped little by little.

But nothing unusual was detected in the surveillance footage: no suspicious guests, no red mist, no black cat; everything was peaceful.

After Youyu and Weiwei had rested enough, they opened their eyes and Zhang Yangqing took over their shift, asking him to help watch the surveillance footage and call out if they encountered anything "abnormal".

The melancholy man rubbed his eyes, walked to the monitoring station and sat down: "No problem, you can rest now."

This guy likes to observe, so watching surveillance cameras is perfect for him. His eyes are sharper than most people's, and he can notice details that others miss.

Zhang Yangqing closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and fell asleep almost instantly.

He didn't know how long he had slept.

Miss Jiu woke up from her nap at noon and was hungry. She jumped off the chair, ran to Zhang Yangqing's side, squatted down, and poked his shoulder with her finger: "Big brother, big brother, I'm hungry. Let's go eat something together."

Zhang Yangqing opened his eyes and checked the time on the monitor: 2 PM.

He sat up straight, stretched his neck, his joints cracking, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Let's go, what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Yangqing stood up and woke up the melancholy eeriness and the red-haired psychic as well.

Miss Jiu counted on her fingers one by one: "I want to eat pudding, cake, and milk tea."

She stopped counting the fourth one, thought for a moment, and then added another: "And ice cream."

Then she frowned, as if she remembered something: "Oh right, I guess I can't eat too many sweets, I have to eat some meat, otherwise my older brothers and sisters will scold me if they see me like this."

Zhang Yangqing patted her head, his voice gentle, as if coaxing his own child: "Don't worry, I'm here. You can eat whatever you want."

As he left the monitoring room, the red-haired psychic bid farewell to Zhang Yangqing.

He was the Fifth Young Master's man, so it was a bit odd that he was around the Ninth Miss.

The red-haired psychic bowed to Zhang Yangqing and said, "Brother, I'll be waiting for you at the place where the Fifth Young Master is resting. You must come."

His tone was sincere and expectant.

Zhang Yangqing nodded.

Here's a detail: after the red-haired psychic left, Miss Jiu gripped Zhang Yangqing's sleeve tightly.

She's not very good at expressing herself, but she might sense that someone who's good to her could be taken away.

The observant Zhang Yangqing noticed it.

He crouched down, looking directly at Miss Jiu, and said softly, "Don't worry, as long as I exist in this world, I will always stand by your side." Zhang Yangqing's words were still so serious, after all, he wouldn't stay here forever.

It was a strange promise, but it was enough for the little girl.

Upon hearing Zhang Yangqing's words, the gloom on Miss Jiu's brow disappeared.

She looked up and smiled, her ponytail swaying back and forth, still dragging her doll along. The teddy bear's head rubbed against the ground, its ears getting dirty.

The six-eyed weasel followed Miss Jiu, keeping a distance of two or three steps, neither too close nor too far.

It occasionally raised its head and looked at Zhang Yangqing with a strange expression.

It's a beast; nobody knows what it's thinking.

But Zhang Yangqing felt that this beast seemed to want to see through him, but your cultivation is still shallow. You want to see if I am in danger to Miss Jiu. Your starting point is good, but you are not good.

Zhang Yangqing, Miss Jiu, and the melancholy and eerie trio arrived at the restaurant. The restaurant was large, with other tables besides the main table.

The main table is at the very back; it's long and narrow and can seat more than a dozen people.

Other tables are scattered on both sides, some round, some square, some small enough for two people, and some large enough for five or six.

Zhang Yangqing chose an inconspicuous corner, with his back against the wall and facing the door, where he could see the entire layout of the restaurant.

Miss Jiu sat next to him, while he sat opposite her with a melancholy and eerie air.

The strange chef spotted Zhang Yangqing at a glance.

He was setting the table when he looked up and saw Zhang Yangqing. His eyes lit up, and he put down the plate in his hand and quickly walked over.

He was wearing a white chef's uniform, his apron stained with oil, and holding a rag in his hand, his face full of enthusiasm: "Hey buddy, what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Yangqing coughed softly and introduced, "This is Miss Jiu. You can ask her first."

The strange chef suddenly realized what was going on, quickly stuffed the rag in his hand into his pocket, wiped his hands on his apron, and bent down to smile at Miss Jiu: "Hello, Miss Jiu, what would you like to eat? Today we have fresh strawberry pudding and freshly baked cheesecake."

His tone was very kind and warm.

This guy was just resurrected here yesterday, so he doesn't understand many of the rules and doesn't recognize many people.

Miss Jiu told her what she wanted to eat: pudding, cake, milk tea, ice cream, and she also added a steak.

The eerie chef carefully wrote it down in his notebook and then went to prepare.

The ingredients arrived quickly, all of which were Miss Jiu's favorites.

The pudding was topped with fresh strawberries, the cake was neatly cut, the milk tea was steaming hot, the ice cream was served in a tall glass, and the steak was sizzling with oil.

Miss Jiu picked up her fork, about to eat.

At that moment, a boy who was a little older than her walked over.

He was wearing a dark blue custom-made children's suit, without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt collar were undone.

Her hair was short and stood up, her eyebrows were thick, and her eyes were small but very bright.

He had a smile on his lips, but it wasn't a friendly smile.

Two masked servants followed behind.

He walked straight up to Miss Jiu with his hands in his pockets, looking down at her.

"Ninth Sister, are you eating this kind of useless stuff again?"

Anyone could see that this guy was just looking for trouble. (End of Chapter)