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

Upon hearing this, the red-haired psychic and his surrounding subordinates panicked.

They dragged their weary bodies as they went to find their young master and mistress.

The corridor was filled with hurried footsteps and shifting figures. No one spoke; only the sounds of breathing and footsteps mingled together, like the last calm before a storm.

Their owners may be under attack or even in trouble at this time.

Looking at the empty space, Zhang Yangqing felt that his subordinates were very loyal, not caring about his injuries.

Their own wounds were still bleeding, and their companions were still lying on the ground, but they did not stop. They had only one thing in their minds: their master could not be harmed.

The melancholy and eerie atmosphere at this time is constantly cleaning up the battlefield, sealing those eerie creatures and human corpses into the paintings.

He worked quickly, filling one sheet of drawing paper after another, each sheet now featuring a reclining outline.

This was Zhang Yangqing's request, because these corpses were all very powerful when they were alive, and he was afraid that they would be used as sacrifices by people with ulterior motives, mutating into even more powerful monsters.

You can refer to the strange big-headed figure in the toilet; he was used as a sacrifice, and a huge conspiracy is hidden there.

If the body is left in place, it can be used; if the body is taken away, a step is removed from the conspiracy.

This is the trouble that Zhang Yangqing's opponents are facing. If other chosen ones ignore this point, it will make things more and more difficult.

After finishing his tidying up, Zhang Yangqing didn't rush to find the young masters and ladies, because he hadn't joined any faction.

He returned to the monitoring room and continued watching the surveillance footage.

Back in the monitoring room, Zhang Yangqing wanted to curse.

The areas under surveillance are: laundry room, library, toilet, restaurant, conference room, art studio, toy room, photography studio, and monitoring room.

He turned on the security cameras when he came out of the restroom, but when he returned to the monitoring room, four out of the nine cameras had been turned off.

These are: meeting room, laundry room, restaurant, and photography studio.

Based on the condition of the toilets, these four places have problems and should be the locations where the strange occurrences have occurred.

In other words, someone turned off those cameras one by one while he was away, which triggered some kind of horrific incident.

There was one thing that even Zhang Yangqing found strange, let alone the melancholy and eeriness.

That's in the toy room. Miss Jiu is still playing with toys. The security camera can see that she's having a lot of fun.

She sat in the middle of the pile of blocks, with a teddy bear lying beside her, humming a song, as if she were building a castle.

The killings outside were none of her concern, nor was the chaos in this building.

Miss Jiu is just a child, living in her own world and doing her own thing.

If all of this was indeed a conspiracy orchestrated by Miss Jiu, then Zhang Yangqing greatly admired Miss Jiu's acting skills and strategy.

But the question remains: Does she really have that ability? Was this really something she orchestrated?

Thinking about this, Zhang Yangqing, as a monitor, was responsible for dealing with these issues. At the very least, he had to restart the surveillance in these places, and he had been to these places before, so they weren't too unfamiliar to him.

He stood up and was about to walk out when the red-haired psychic ran over.

His face was still stained with blood, his clothes had several tears, he was breathing rapidly, and his voice was trembling: "Something terrible has happened! Fifth Young Master is missing!"

The red-haired psychic's tone was full of panic, as if something inside him had collapsed.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "He's not in the room? Tell me the details."

The red-haired psychic said, "When I arrived, there were signs of a struggle in the Fifth Young Master's lounge, and several servants were lying in pools of blood."

As he spoke, he pulled a pen from his pocket: "This is the Fifth Young Master's favorite thing. It was a gift from the Mistress. The Fifth Young Master always wears it with him. I found this underground."

The pen was silver, with a thin barrel and a small engraving on the cap. The fact that something the Fifth Young Master never parted with was now on the ground indicated that he had left in a hurry, or that someone had dragged it away.

As the Fifth Young Master's subordinate, the red-haired psychic naturally knew his master's various preferences.

Something must have happened to the Fifth Young Master, otherwise he wouldn't have dropped this thing on the ground.

The red-haired psychic's face was gloomy; he was terrified that something had happened to his master.

As a subordinate, this guy is indeed very loyal.

Zhang Yangqing took the pen, glanced at it, and then looked at the screen: "If your young master is alright, he should be hiding. If something is wrong, he should be in one of these four places."

The red-haired psychic asked, "What should we do then? Fifth Young Master has strong mental power, but weak physical strength. What if he gets close?"

His voice grew softer and softer, and he didn't even dare to talk about what happened next.

Zhang Yangqing gave him a serious look: "Now is not the time to panic. Since it has already happened, we should prepare for the worst. I believe that Fifth Young Master is lucky and will survive."

His tone was calm and confident, as if he had already considered all the possibilities in his mind.

The red-haired psychic paused for a moment, then took a few deep breaths and nodded.

He still trusted Zhang Yangqing a great deal.

Moreover, Zhang Yangqing's calmness is also infectious.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yangqing led the two men to investigate the dangerous location.

The three of them cautiously entered the laundry room.

As always, a melancholic and eerie figure summoned a humanoid monster to walk in front, push open the door, and go inside.

It was pitch black inside, and even when Zhang Yangqing shone his flashlight in, visibility was very low.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and heavy with pollution; it felt as if something was breathing in the air.

Those bizarre, insane clothes were even more terrifying than when I first saw them; they fluttered in the darkness, like a group of unseen people dancing in them.

At this moment, the most crucial prop in this ghost story arrives: matches.

There are many strange things, a lot of pollution, and many curses inside. Most importantly, the visibility is very low, so you have no idea what's inside.

Matches are precisely what the rules bestow upon the chosen ones, something that makes strange creatures avoid them.

At this stage, it all depends on how many matches the chosen one has left. To get through this difficult time, at least four matches are guaranteed.

Zhang Yangqing still had many matches left. He lit one, and a flame appeared.

All the eerie auras and strange creatures began to shun them, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

The clothes that had gone mad shrank back into the darkness, the bloody smell faded, and even the air felt fresher.

Following his memory, he located the surveillance camera and turned it on.

The indicator light came on, and the eerie atmosphere inside began to slowly dissipate.

The eerie light at the doorway was turned on, casting a dim yellow glow that illuminated the entire room, making it possible to see what was inside.

There were two bodies on the ground, two of the three missing guests. They died right under the surveillance camera, with sharp spikes stuck in their foreheads.

The blade was thin and long, piercing through the center of the forehead, penetrating the skull, and pinning to the floor behind the head.

Their expressions were calm, without pain or struggle. (End of Chapter)