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

Once Zhang Yangqing figured this out, he started thinking, "I'll just create a device that interferes with supernatural abilities. Whoever gets close to me will have to fight me."

Compared to this thing, he can beat it with ease, right?

Like the other chosen ones, Zhang Yangqing had already deduced that tonight would be the time when the second phase of the crisis would erupt.

During the daytime, the rules have been given, the intelligence has been released, and there are still many young masters and ladies. The danger hasn't appeared yet. It's just like the old warning from the world of ghost stories: I'm giving you time to prepare. Don't blame me if you encounter danger and die without any countermeasures.

Even Zhang Yangqing needs to prepare at this stage, let alone the other chosen ones.

His movements were quick and steady.

The basic shape of the glove has been taken out. It is black, close-fitting, with metal plates protecting the joints. Four metal pieces have been embedded in the grooves on the back of the hand, with only the last groove remaining empty.

He was working on the last piece of metal, a dark red stone, hard in texture, with fine cracks on the surface, within which a faint red light flowed.

Zhang Yangqing is polishing it into a shape suitable for inlaying. The whetstone scrapes across the stone surface, making a soft rustling sound.

The repairman stood to the side, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yangqing's hands.

That skill, that precision, that understanding of the materials! It's even better than his!
He had worked as a repairman for many years and had seen many weapon refiners, but none of them were like Zhang Yangqing.

The repairman fell silent; he didn't know what to say.

He could only continue watching, watching Zhang Yangqing embed the last piece of metal, watching all the patterns on the glove activate, and watching the entire glove emit a faint purple light.

Outside the window, in the dark, cloud-filled sky, a wisp of purple light appeared, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder, which vanished in an instant.

That was the extraordinary event in the world caused by the birth of a heaven-defying magical artifact.

The repairman saw it, and his legs went weak. What the hell? I witnessed the birth of a divine artifact?
Zhang Yangqing put on the gloves and flexed his fingers.

He pressed a button on the back of his hand, and a pale purple halo appeared on the surface of the glove before dimming again.

He tried clenching his fist and then opening his palm; each movement was fluid, and he nodded in satisfaction.

The repairman was stunned for a long time. He looked at Zhang Yangqing, then at the gloves, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I'm very curious, who did you learn your technique from? How come we're from the same school? But your technique is more advanced. May I ask who your master is?"

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "Actually, I learned it from watching you make the jammer."

Repairman: "."

He had only one thought in his mind: I knew he looked familiar, it turns out he was openly copying me.

No, I should complain. This guy watched it once and did it better than me. What kind of talent is that?
Knowing that the repairman was timid, Zhang Yangqing took all the remaining metal as well.

Before leaving, Zhang Yangqing glanced at the repairman.

The repairman quickly waved his hand, his voice trembling slightly: "Don't say anything. I didn't see you today, and you didn't see me either."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, turned and left.

Back in the monitoring room, the gloomy and eerie figure stared at the screen without blinking.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing return, he asked, "How did it go?"

Zhang Yangqing stretched out his hand, his gloves gleaming faintly with metallic light: "This thing is pretty good, you should stay away from it."

He pressed a button on the back of his hand, and a pale purple halo appeared on the surface of the glove. He felt a wave of dizziness, and the strange energy in his body began to go out of control, making it impossible to even summon it.

He quickly took a few steps back before the feeling disappeared.

He stared at the glove with a melancholic and eerie look, his eyes filled with surprise.

Even if he wasn't a weapon refiner, he could tell how amazing this thing was.

During the following period, Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Guaiyi took turns watching the surveillance footage and resting to conserve their strength and energy.

Zhang Yangqing slept for two hours, and so did the melancholy and eerie persona; they took turns sleeping, their eyes never leaving the screen. Late at night, it was completely dark outside.

The streetlights were still on, flashing intermittently, casting a dim yellow light on the parking lot.

Darkness enveloped the entire building, with only the corridor lights still on.

Just then, a strange meow came from outside the window.

The sound was very distant, as if it came from a very far place, but it was very clear.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sent chills down your spine.

Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Weiyi straightened up at the same time and looked at each other.

The sound of the cat's meow was still far away, proving that the negative effects on Zhang Yangqing were still minimal, but they had already begun to accumulate.

He guessed that the cat must be part of a "death rule" that attacked the Chosen One.

Something truly terrifying is sure to appear in this building tonight. It will first accumulate negative effects on the chosen one, and once it reaches a certain level, the black cat will begin its attack.

Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Guwei focused their attention on the surveillance footage, but danger was quietly approaching.

In the surveillance footage, black fog began to appear in the toilet area.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, so thick that the outline of the toilet and the doors to the stalls were no longer visible; nothing could be seen at all.

Then, a piercing scream came from the toilet. The sound was sharp and shrill, as if something was being torn apart.

The next second, the toilet's surveillance camera went off with a "click".

Zhang Yangqing suddenly stood up: "Oh no, hurry up and go to the toilet."

He and the melancholy eeriness rushed out of the monitoring room and ran towards the toilet.

The corridor was long and dimly lit, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty space, as if they were being chased from behind.

They ran to the toilet door, pushed it open, and a strange, overwhelming aura rushed out.

There were no living creatures in the toilet. All the tightly closed stall doors were open from the inside. Some doors were crooked, some were missing, and some had scratches on the door panels.

The cubicle was empty, with nothing in it, except for that lingering scent, as if something had just left.

Zhang Yangqing walked to the pit under the surveillance camera, which was where the strange Big Head was.

Big Head lay there strangely, his death was gruesome.

Its belly burst open from the inside, its intestines spilled out onto the ground, and a small pool of black blood accumulated on the ground.

The giant head was still as big as ever, but its eyes were open and its mouth was agape, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying before it died.

Its body showed no signs of tearing or biting, only its belly was burst open, as if something had crawled out of it.

The melancholy eerie figure crouched down, examined the wound, and then looked up: "It was the eerie one who did it. It's too cruel."

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "It wasn't done by a monster, it was done by a person. This guy was just used, used as a sacrificial offering, or rather, a vessel for his arrival."

His gaze swept around the restroom before finally settling on the switched-off camera.

The eerie and unsettling atmosphere is incomprehensible. There's a strange feeling about this place. Why would anyone say it was done by a human?

The reason is actually quite simple. Zhang Yangqing knew a piece of information: only talented people could turn off the surveillance.

Now that the surveillance has been turned off, the person who turned it off must have been a human.

In short: Tonight, some have already begun their actions! Carnage is about to begin! (End of Chapter)