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

The cloaked man spoke urgently, but in a very low voice.

After all, the second young master's injuries were relatively minor, and he was the first to wake up.

The second young master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment: "Damn it! I don't know what happened, but a strange creature appeared in my room, and the door was locked. That creature has special privileges in my room and is very effective against me. My abilities are ineffective against it, and my defenses can't stop its attacks. I thought I was dead."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of lingering resentment after surviving a catastrophe.

Next, the fourth young master woke up, but he was more seriously injured and was coughing up blood when he spoke.

His voice was broken and intermittent, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out of his lungs.

According to the fourth young master's description, the situation was similar to that of the second young master: a strange creature appeared in the room, the door was locked, there was a battle, a defeat, and then he remembered nothing.

He didn't know why he was still alive. Maybe he was lucky, maybe that strange creature didn't want to kill him, or maybe there was another reason.

Zhang Yangqing waited nearby until the two had recovered somewhat before speaking, "Young masters, are you able to move around now?"

The cloaked man began to berate Zhang Yangqing, his voice cold: "You're just a monitor, what right do you have to speak here? Didn't you see the two young masters are injured? Get lost."

His hand rested on the weapon at his waist, giving the impression that he was ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

This guy is very protective of his owner and doesn't want his owner to get hurt again.

The second young master waved his hand, signaling the cloaked man to step back: "Speak, what is it?"

Although he disliked Zhang Yangqing, he at least learned from his subordinates that it was this monitor who found him and saved him.

The second young master could only suppress his dissatisfaction. In this critical moment, he knew what was more important.

Zhang Yangqing said, "The mistress put me in charge. Most of the places where the surveillance is malfunctioning are where strange events have occurred. I have already resolved three places, and this is the third one."

The second young master frowned and asked, "Where is the fourth one?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Photo studio."

Upon hearing this, the two young masters' expressions turned sour.

The second young master's lips twitched, and the fourth young master's eyes flickered, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.

Zhang Yangqing noticed this detail, but did not investigate it further.

He continued, "Young masters, would you like to come together? If you're afraid, I'll take my leave first."

The second young master sneered: "Afraid? I've already walked through the gates of hell once, what's there to be afraid of?"

He struggled to his feet, his legs were a little weak, but he did not fall.

He grasped the cane offered by the cloaked man, straightened his body, and although he swayed slightly, he did not back down.

Even after taking the antidote, the person corrupted by the second young master is still very weak.

The fourth young master also stood up, leaning against the wall. His face was pale and his breathing was rapid, but he said, "Something has happened here, and we need to deal with it quickly. It doesn't matter if I die, but we can't let anything happen to the mistress."

The second young master added, "That's right, it's fine if we die, but the mistress is coming back soon, and we can't let her be in danger."

Zhang Yangqing gleaned some more information from their conversation.

They didn't care about their own lives, but they cared a lot about the safety of their mistress.

Were they afraid something would happen to the mistress, or that no one would be able to control the situation if something did happen to her? Or did the mistress possess something that they felt compelled to protect or that they desired?

Zhang Yangqing didn't dwell on it any longer and led the way toward the photography studio.

The team has grown considerably since then.

The two young masters walked in the middle, with their subordinates protecting them on both sides. Zhang Yangqing walked in front, followed by the melancholy and eerie man and the red-haired psychic.

The group walked up several flights of stairs and around a few corners before arriving at the entrance of the photography studio. Even before entering, the eerie atmosphere inside was frightening.

The smell was mixed; there was a bloody smell, a putrid smell, and a kind of indescribable smell, like a mixture of burnt plastic and protein.

Black smoke was seeping out from the crack in the door, as if the pressure inside was too great and was being forced out.

Zhang Yangqing lit a match again, and the flame lit up the darkness, illuminating a small area near the doorway.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

There are many strange creatures inside. Some are floating, some are crawling, and some are wandering. It's like hell on earth. Moreover, each one is powerful, exuding a terrifying black aura, with blood-red eyes, and a strong sense of oppression.

He ignored the terrifying, crazed creatures around him, strolled through them as if he were wandering, found the location of the surveillance camera based on his memory, and turned it on.

The indicator light came on, and the figures of those eerie creatures began to blur before slowly disappearing.

The black aura faded, the smell lessened, and even the temperature rose slightly.

Then everyone started looking for people in the huge studio, since it was too big for Zhang Yangqing to search for them all by himself.

The first to exclaim was the second young master, his voice sharp and urgent, as if he had seen something he could not accept.

"Third Sister! What's wrong, Third Sister!"

When Zhang Yangqing arrived, he found the Third Miss's remains lying in a fairytale forest scene.

She was wearing that pale yellow dress, but it was torn and stained with dark blood.

The third young lady's long golden hair was scattered on the ground, as if it had been torn apart, and there were at least eight wounds on her body that pierced through her.

But there was no pain on her face; in fact, there was a slight smile on her lips.

If you look closely, you can also see that the third young lady is holding a doll in her arms, which is her husband.

The doll was wearing a dark blue suit, had delicate features, and a smile on its lips.

Their bodies were close together, the third young lady's arms were wrapped around the doll's waist, and the doll's arms were on the third young lady's shoulders.

They seemed to be asleep, or as if they were having a very long dream.

The Third Miss's death was tragic, but at least she ended up with the person she loved.

In this world full of scheming and killing, this may be the best ending she could get.

Before Zhang Yangqing could observe for long, the red-haired psychic's sorrowful voice came from not far away: "Young Master, wake up! Young Master!"

Zhang Yangqing rushed over and found that the Fifth Young Master had died tragically in a scene in a modern living room of the photography studio.

He sat on a white sofa, leaning against the cushions, with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees.

The fifth young master was dressed very neatly; his dark suit was wrinkle-free, his tie was tied perfectly, and even the soles of his shoes were clean.

His face showed no sign of pain, and even a slight smile, as if he were having a sweet dream.

His heart was pierced by a sharp weapon, leaving him almost no room to struggle as it went from back to front, the edges of which were smooth and clean.

He died with dignity, so dignified that he didn't seem like a murdered person, but more like someone who was resting on a sofa and never woke up again.

The red-haired psychic knelt before him, his hands trembling, afraid to touch him, afraid to confirm, afraid to believe.

He kept calling out, "Young Master, wake up," his voice growing softer and hoarser until it finally turned into a silent sob.

His forehead was pressed to the ground, his shoulders heaving, as if he were using all his strength to accept this fact. (End of Chapter)