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

Zhang Yangqing followed the Seventh Young Master to his room.

The seventh young master's room was on the fifth floor. The corridor was quiet and the lights were on, but there were some scattered footprints on the ground, as if someone had left them in a hurry.

He pushed open the door, and a faint black mist filled the room. It wasn't strong, but it was definitely there.

The black mist seeped out from the cracks in the ceiling and the fissures in the walls, as if something was trying to rush in.

Furniture was overturned, vases were broken, curtains were torn down, and there were scratches on the floor.

If Zhang Yangqing wasn't mistaken, a strange event had occurred here, but due to the passage of time, the strange event had already disappeared.

This also shows how meticulous the murderer was, leaving no trace of their actions.

Upon seeing this, the Seventh Young Master's expression changed, and he muttered, "Holy crap? My room has also been set up with a trap. If I had slept here tonight, I might already be dead."

Zhang Yangqing thought this was possible, because the person who set up the trap actually treated both the Seventh Young Master and the Eighth Young Master the same way, trying to kill them by letting their berserk, bizarre creatures attack indiscriminately.

They will never be as respectable as the Third Miss and the Fifth Young Master, nor will they be like the Second Young Master and the Fourth Young Master, who still have a breath left.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing never understood why the murderer would leave the second and fourth young masters alive.

If killing the other young masters and ladies would benefit the murderer, then they should all have been killed.

What use are they if we keep them around?

In any case, at this stage, they are actually the most suspicious.

However, this was also an unexpected event, and the second phase had just begun, so Zhang Yangqing didn't have much evidence to prove it.

Then Zhang Yangqing followed the Seventh Young Master to the chess and card room.

The card room was on the third floor, and the door was locked. Seventh Young Master used a key to open the door.

The place was a mess, with tables overturned, chairs knocked over, playing cards scattered all over the floor, and several deep claw marks on the ground, indicating that something had been tearing and scratching at the place.

The claw marks were so deep that you could see the cement underneath.

There were several scratches on the wall, as if something had scraped them hard.

There was a faint black wisp in the air, but it hadn't completely dissipated.

Seventh Young Master stood at the door, looking at the claw marks, and said, "I'm really lucky. If it weren't for that accident, we might be dead by now."

Zhang Yangqing examined the claw marks and the remnants of black energy.

This was not a disguise; it was an undisguised aura of killing intent.

If the Seventh Young Master is the murderer, he couldn't possibly have set traps in both his own room and the card room.

Because that would be superfluous; the acting was so poor that it was less convincing than a serious injury.

Surely no one is really that stupid?

Therefore, Zhang Yangqing can conclude that the Seventh Young Master is not a suspect; he is not the murderer, but was just lucky to survive.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the Seventh Young Master and said, "Seventh Young Master, you are now the only one who has been cleared of suspicion, so the task of saving this building is entrusted to you. Please use your wisdom and do your best to complete the task."

Seventh Young Master: "."

What the heck? It feels like I've encountered an NPC who's giving out quests.

"Damn, buddy, no way! I'm good at making money, but I'm not good at this. I don't even know what to do next. Big Sister and Second Brother are definitely going to make a move tonight. The most dangerous guy, Sixth Brother, hasn't shown up yet. Right now, everyone's in the shadows, and I'm the only one with a name tag. How am I supposed to play this game? Help me out!"

The fact that Seventh Young Master could say those words already achieved Zhang Yangqing's goal.

Zhang Yangqing's greatest strength lies in psychological warfare. He definitely needs the Seventh Young Master's help, but if he takes the initiative to ask for cooperation, he will be in a passive position.

What is the Seventh Young Master's status? How could he possibly be on equal footing with a staff member?
They might not listen to many things.

Zhang Yangqing's words just now completely absolved him of his responsibility. Now the Seventh Young Master panicked. Who knew if he was the killer's next target? No, he definitely was.

So at this point, it was the Seventh Young Master who took the initiative to ask Zhang Yangqing for cooperation, and Zhang Yangqing took the initiative.

Zhang Yangqing hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze swept over the Seventh Young Master's face as if he were weighing his options.

After a while, he finally spoke, his tone somewhat reluctant: "Alright, let's find a lounge to talk."

The seventh young master immediately stood up, his attitude much better than before: "Alright, this way please!"

He led the way, walking quickly, as if afraid Zhang Yangqing might change his mind.

At this moment, the Seventh Young Master understood why his Second Brother was so angry earlier, yet still spoke respectfully to the monitor. This monitor was indeed quite capable.

The one who suffers the most is the red-haired psychic.

He followed behind, his eyes lowered, thinking to himself: It's all my fault. If I had asked the Fifth Young Master to try to bring the monitors into the camp, the Fifth Young Master wouldn't have died.

But it was all too late. However, he still had one thought: to find the murderer and avenge the Fifth Young Master. This was the last thing he could do as a subordinate.

Seventh Young Master led Zhang Yangqing to a lounge.

The room was new and exquisitely decorated, with a wine cabinet in the corner filled with various spirit wines.

The table was laden with fruits, pastries, and expensive ingredients, many of which were things that ordinary people couldn't afford.

Seventh Young Master has plenty of money, and it's clear he's trying to win over Zhang Yangqing. He wouldn't show such sincerity to anyone who wants to cooperate with him.

Zhang Yangqing glanced around and said casually, "Seventh Young Master, I've noticed that the guests seem to enjoy chatting with you."

The seventh young master smiled confidently, sat on the sofa, and crossed his legs: "That's right, everyone knows I love money, but I acquire it in a proper way."

He paused, poured Zhang Yangqing a cup of tea, and continued, "Don't worry, if you help me this time, I will give you the reward you want."

This statement shows that he is actually very clever. He first shows off his strength and character by presenting good things, and then makes grand promises to get Zhang Yangqing to work hard for him.

Zhang Yangqing didn't think there was anything wrong with him. It was just that he was smart that Zhang Yangqing decided to cooperate with him. Otherwise, Zhang Yangqing would not have chosen him from among many others.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yangqing waved his hand, signaling the red-haired psychic and the melancholy weirdo to go out first.

The two exchanged a glance, asked no further questions, and turned to leave the room.

The Seventh Young Master also gestured for his men to leave first.

The subordinate seemed somewhat worried and hesitated for a moment: "Young Master, this..."

The seventh young master waved his hand, his tone resolute: "Don't worry, listen to me."

His men then left and closed the door.

Only two people remained in the room.

The Seventh Young Master poured Zhang Yangqing another cup of tea, his tone much more serious than before: "Please tell me what you need to say."

Zhang Yangqing leaned back in his chair, looking at him calmly: "I just want to know how deep the cooperation Seventh Young Master wants to go."

The seventh young master feigned ignorance: "Oh? What is depth?"

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze lowered as if he were avoiding something.

Zhang Yangqing didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Do you just want to survive tonight? Or do you want to know who the murderer is? Or do you want to help the mistress manage this building?"

With each option he mentioned, his tone became more forceful, and when he finished speaking the last three words, the Seventh Young Master's fingers visibly paused for a moment.

Zhang Yangqing asked this question because he wanted to know whether the Seventh Young Master had any ambitions.

This also concerns future developments. (End of Chapter)