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

The second young master was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yangqing explained, "We are in the open now, while the murderer is in the dark. The killing tonight has just begun. We will all go back and use ourselves as bait, but we must be prepared to fight back and see who can find the murderer."

The second young master stared at him for a few seconds, then slammed his hand on the table: "Fine, we'll do it your way!"

Then he left with his men, walking quickly, as if he had made some kind of preparation.

As his figure disappeared through the doorway, Zhang Yangqing noticed that his steps were much steadyer than before.

Next, the fourth young master's men planned to carry him away.

They found a door panel, laid a blanket on it, and were about to put him on it.

Zhang Yangqing stopped them: "Let me remind you, this conference room is relatively safe. If you take him to other places, are you capable of protecting the Fourth Young Master?"

The fourth young master's men hesitated.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with uncertainty and worry.

They knew their own capabilities and that once they left, they might not be able to protect their master.

These men are capable, but their opponents are elusive and unpredictable; no one can guarantee they can defeat them.

The unknown is often the most terrifying.

At this moment, the fourth young master weakly opened his eyes. His voice was very soft, as if he had used up all his strength: "Since you say so, I will believe you this once. I will stay here."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Zhang Yangqing nodded and looked at the Seventh Young Master and the Ninth Miss.

The Seventh Young Master said, "Ninth Sister and I will stay here too. I can protect Fourth Brother and Ninth Sister."

He puffed out his chest, as if trying to project an image of reliability.

Miss Jiu looked at Zhang Yangqing, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

Zhang Yangqing said to Miss Jiu, "Go to the toy room."

Miss Jiu didn't ask why, nodded, picked up her teddy bear, and left.

Her steps were light and quick, her ponytail swaying behind her, as if nothing had happened.

As her figure disappeared through the doorway, Zhang Yangqing noticed that her steps were without any hesitation.

At this stage, Miss Jiu is acting very strangely.

It wasn't that she did anything strange, it was just that she was strangely calm.

Three of her older siblings died, but she didn't react at all. The murderer might be right next to her, but she wasn't scared. Everyone was arguing and shouting, but she just sat in the corner playing with the ears of her teddy bear.

Miss Jiu was like an outsider, watching a play that had nothing to do with her.

Just as the Seventh Young Master was about to say something, Zhang Yangqing said to him, "You should also go out. It's best if you all stay in different places. If you are the murderer, you might take the opportunity to attack the Fourth Young Master, so you can't stay with the other young masters and ladies."

The tone was very direct, leaving no room for negotiation.

The seventh young master was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

His expression changed from confusion to understanding, and from understanding to acceptance: "I see, I understand now."

Then he turned to his men and said, "Let's go."

The group left the conference room, their footsteps fading into the distance.

After saying this, Zhang Yangqing walked to the Fourth Young Master's side and instructed the Fourth Young Master's men: "Arrange for a few people to patrol outside the door, and also have someone inside to take care of the Fourth Young Master. Change shifts every half hour, and don't let anyone stand alone at the door."

The subordinates nodded in agreement. Zhang Yangqing instructed the melancholy and eerie creature to seal the bodies of the Third Miss and the Fifth Young Master, who were lying on the ground, into the painting.

The eerie figure opened the drawing board, ran his fingers across the paper, and two corpses turned into black mist, which was then sucked into the drawing.

Two more silhouettes have appeared in the picture, one wearing a pale yellow dress and the other wearing a dark suit.

Then Zhang Yangqing left the conference room with the melancholy, eerie figure and the red-haired psychic.

As he left, he turned back and glanced at the Fourth Young Master one last time.

He remained barely alive, expressionless, and even rested with his eyes closed.

His face was as white as paper, and his breathing was so weak it seemed like it might stop at any moment.

After leaving the conference room, Zhang Yangqing walked a distance and encountered the Seventh Young Master blocking his way.

He stood against the wall, his hands in his pockets, as if waiting for someone.

The red-haired psychic and the melancholic eeriness immediately stood in front of Zhang Yangqing, watching the Seventh Young Master warily.

The red-haired psychic's fingers twitched slightly, psychic energy gathering at his fingertips, and a melancholic and eerie paintbrush was already in his hand.

The seventh young master spread his hands to indicate that he meant no harm: "Don't be nervous, you two. I'm just here to ask you something."

Zhang Yangqing seemed to have guessed that the Seventh Young Master would be here.

Because of what he just said, he not only implied that the Fourth Young Master and the Ninth Miss, and the Seventh Young Master might be the murderers, but also implied that the Seventh Young Master, the Fourth Young Master, and the Ninth Miss might also be the murderers.

The Seventh Young Master wasn't stupid; he understood what he was saying before he left.

The Seventh Young Master looked at Zhang Yangqing and said in a low voice, "You must know something else, but you're not telling your second brother, are you?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "Right now, I can only trust the mistress and myself. You are both suspects. My mission is to find the murderer and let you live through tonight."

The seventh young master smiled, a smile that held both helplessness and relief. "Then thank you very much."

Zhang Yangqing said, "You're welcome."

The Seventh Young Master's lips twitched: "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Yangqing then explained the method he had used to deduce that the Seventh Young Master was not the murderer: to check his room and the card room to see if there were any strange traps there.

Finally, he added, "Take me to your room and the card room."

The Seventh Young Master suddenly realized, but quickly frowned again: "I see. But aren't you afraid that I am the murderer? Once you discover my identity, I will definitely kill you. You won't survive."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating a possibility.

Zhang Yangqing said, "Of the nine young masters and ladies, to be honest, you are the least suspicious."

The Seventh Young Master paused for a moment, then smiled, a smile that held surprise and a hint of relief: "I think so too, but I'm curious, is Ninth Sister also a suspect? We've been chatting for so long, and it seems like no one cares about her."

Zhang Yangqing explained, "Have you ever heard of the beneficiary theory?"

The Seventh Young Master was quite perceptive. He thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Holy crap, you mean that all of us fighting and fighting, except for the dead Eighth Brother, none of us will lay a hand on Ninth Sister or suspect her, so she's the biggest beneficiary of our life-or-death struggle?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "That's right, but I don't understand how she did it either. She was under my surveillance the whole time, and I'm absolutely sure I didn't see it wrong."

When he said "I didn't see wrong," he meant that Miss Jiu was always very innocent, always playing with toys, and always doing her own thing.

Actually, there was something Zhang Yangqing didn't say: he felt that the real Ninth Miss wouldn't do it, but her strange other half might.

The strange consciousness hidden within Miss Jiu's body may have awakened at some point, without his knowledge.

I just don't know what her other half's strange soul is thinking. (End of Chapter)