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

The mastermind behind this has an absolute understanding of this place, so the solution is to deal with it by using "unexpected events".

After Zhang Yangqing arrived here, he did something unexpected: he installed surveillance cameras in the monitoring room.

Aside from the melancholic and eerie, the red-haired psychic, the repairman, and Miss Jiu, no one else knows this.

If it weren't for Miss Ninth and Young Master Fifth acting as the masterminds, they certainly wouldn't have known there were surveillance cameras in the monitoring room.

The purpose of surveillance cameras is to suppress the arrival of the supernatural. If the female guest can attract the supernatural, then entering a place with surveillance cameras is definitely the right thing to do.

The mastermind behind the scenes wouldn't have set up an ambush there if they didn't expect there to be cameras in the monitoring room.

Zhang Yangqing's thought process was very complex, but his approach was very simple.

He told the female customer, "Don't worry, I'm here, you won't be in danger. My territory is very safe. Let me take you there."

The female customer nodded, as if she had grasped at a lifeline, and followed Zhang Yangqing downstairs and into the monitoring room.

She pushed the door open and stood there, stunned.

There were signs of a struggle in the monitoring room: claw marks on the walls, bloodstains on the floor, and a hanging rope hanging in the corner, swaying slightly under the light.

The female customer looked at Zhang Yangqing, her expression clearly saying: This is what you call a safe house? You're not lying to me, are you?

It's normal that her eyes were full of doubt.

Although the female customer didn't say it aloud, Zhang Yangqing could tell.

He explained, “You see these marks, and you shouldn’t question me. I’m alive here because I’ve taken care of them.”

After hearing this, the female customer's doubt disappeared, replaced by a new expression.

She couldn't sense any energy from Zhang Yangqing, but his aura as a peerless master was convincing.

The female customer's eyes lit up, as if she had found someone she could rely on.

After all, Zhang Yangqing's statement is very convincing.

After settling the female guest in, Zhang Yangqing continued his patrol.

He knew that this wasn't the only one who had been involved in the incident.

The mastermind behind this won't just kill one guest; they want to drag everyone into it and create chaos throughout the entire building.

Back on the eighth floor, on the way, the melancholy man spoke up, "If it was the Fifth Young Master who did it, then wouldn't that female guest be in great danger?"

Zhang Yangqing's voice was cold: "Think about it the other way around. As long as she is in danger, it directly proves that it was Fifth Young Master who did it."

He remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

So that's how it is. The boss is indeed a boss; every step was meticulously planned.

Although this method was somewhat cold-blooded, he wasn't a kind person either; he knew Zhang Yangqing was right to do the right thing.

Zhang Yangqing retorted, "Why don't you suspect that Miss Jiu did it? Doesn't Miss Jiu know about it too?"

He smiled gloomily, a smile that carried a certainty: "I do enjoy thinking about conspiracy theories, but from any angle, I can't believe that Miss Jiu would do such a thing. It's not that she doesn't have a motive, it's that she doesn't have the brains or the ability, and her naivety doesn't seem to be feigned."

He paused, then continued, "How could a child who only wants to play with toys, eat sweets, and sleep all day possibly plan these things? I just don't believe it!"

Zhang Yangqing agreed with this point. "Miss Jiu, it's not that I look down on you, it's just that you're so stupid that you don't seem like someone with this kind of ability."

Arriving at the eighth floor again, past the place where the battle had just taken place, Zhang Yangqing began searching for the rooms of other guests.

There were seven guests in total, and he remembered their faces, their clothes, and their builds.

The further you go in, the more bloody the corridor becomes.

There were more corpses on the ground, some belonging to guests, some to servants, and others dressed in plain clothes whose identities were not discernible.

The wealthy businessman's body leaned against the wall, riddled with holes from which blood oozed, pooling in a small puddle at his feet. His eyes were still open, his face contorted in shock, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable before his death.

Another guest died at the doorway, half his body inside and half outside, as if he had tried to escape but didn't have time.

Three guests were killed, and three others are missing; their bodies have not been found.

Some rooms had their doors wide open, revealing a mess inside: sheets overturned, cabinets knocked over, and curtains pulled down.

There were drag marks on the ground leading to the window, which was open, and the wind was blowing in from outside, making the curtains flutter.

Zhang Yangqing squatted down and examined the body.

He saw the location, shape, and depth of those wounds.

Zhang Yangqing straightened up and said to the melancholy eerie creature, "Look, these eerie creatures seem to know a lot about the guests' abilities, or rather, the mastermind behind them summoned these eerie creatures to target the guests. He is too familiar with this place, otherwise he wouldn't be so precise."

His melancholy and eerie gaze lingered on the wounds: "As expected, Big Brother was right. It must have been those young masters and ladies who did it. Let's go upstairs and take a look. There are many lounges there, and it's probably not safe there either."

Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Weiyi headed to the ninth floor, where there were many "idle people," who were the subordinates of the young masters and ladies.

Upon arriving, we discovered numerous signs of a battle, as well as corpses.

Some are bizarre, and some are human.

The corridor was filled with signs of a struggle; the walls were covered in claw marks, and the floor was stained with blood.

It seems a major battle took place here; it was very fierce.

The young masters and ladies' men were ambushed; some died on the spot, while others continued to resist.

Zhang Yangqing and the melancholic, eerie figure continued to approach the interior, searching for living people.

From around the corner, a cold glint flashed out, its angle tricky, its speed incredibly fast, and its intensity palpable with killing intent.

Before Zhang Yangqing could retaliate, a special energy enveloped the cold light, preventing it from advancing.

A man who looked like an assassin stood in front of Zhang Yangqing, holding a dagger in his hand, the tip of the blade only inches away from Zhang Yangqing's neck.

The red-haired psychic ran out from behind, shouting, "Dude, they're on our side."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the energy that enveloped the cold light dissipated.

The assassin sheathed his dagger, glanced at Zhang Yangqing, said nothing, and turned to walk back into the corner.

The red-haired psychic arrived beside Zhang Yangqing, his face still covered in blood and his clothes torn in several places.

He explained, "We were just attacked by a large number of strange creatures. That kid went berserk. Don't mind him, brother."

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "It's nothing. I've run into a situation here too. I came up here to gather intelligence and then resolve the problem."

He glanced around. Two telekinetic masters lay dead on the ground, and two others were seriously injured, leaning against the wall, their faces pale and their arms bearing deep wounds.

The red-haired psychic was able to survive thanks to Zhang Yangqing teaching him some useful techniques.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "Do you feel that those strange things are familiar to you?"

The red-haired psychic was taken aback, as if his thoughts had been exposed: "Damn, bro, I really understand what you mean. That weirdo who attacked us had some resistance to mental energy, and it seemed like they knew how we were going to attack. I realized what was going on and went to help those assassins with their problems, and then he came over to help me with this problem."

He pointed to the assassin who had just attacked Zhang Yangqing: "If it weren't for him, I might be lying on the ground by now."

Actually, if Zhang Yangqing hadn't said these things, the red-haired psychic wouldn't have thought much of it.

Zhang Yangqing said, "That's right. The mastermind behind this mess is just trying to stall us. He only has one real goal."

The red-haired telekinetic asked, "Who?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Kill those young masters and ladies." (End of Chapter)