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

At this moment, the Seventh Young Master noticed the gem on Zhang Yangqing's glove. His gaze paused for a moment, and his tone carried a hint of uncertainty: "Hmm, why does this thing on your hand look familiar? Have I seen it somewhere before?"

Zhang Yangqing rolled his eyes at him and pulled his gloves into his sleeves: "That's not the point. At this point, let's not dwell on trivial matters. Now we need to trace back and find out who attacked you."

The Seventh Young Master opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Zhang Yangqing's eyes, he swallowed his words back.

His expression was as if he had choked, with a bewildered look that said, "I think I said something wrong, but I don't know what I did wrong."

He glanced down at his ring, then at Zhang Yangqing's gloves, his lips moved twice, but he ultimately remained silent.

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room exploded instantly.

I'm dying of laughter! I laugh every time I see the Seventh Young Master's expression!
Master Zhang: If you keep doing this, I'll get angry. Seventh Young Master: Okay, my mistake.

Seeing Zhang Tianshi's self-righteous manner, I laughed until tears streamed down my face.

Seventh Young Master's inner thoughts: I just said he looked familiar, is it really that big of a deal?

Seventh Young Master: What did I say? Why are you all looking at me like that?

That's not all. In the world of ghost stories, the second young master, seeing the seventh young master's demeanor, also spoke up: "That's right, seventh brother, don't let your eyes light up every time you see something valuable. We're doing serious business, don't get confused about priorities."

As the second eldest brother, his tone carried a hint of impatience, as if he were talking about something that had happened many times before.

He patted the Seventh Young Master on the shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, but the meaning was clear: please stop embarrassing yourself.

The seventh young master rubbed his hands together and muttered under his breath, "Fine, it's my problem."

He felt very frustrated. He just thought the face looked familiar, but what was wrong with that?
Can't I even say this?

But he didn't suspect Zhang Yangqing of taking his gems; he just felt that the colors and patterns of those gems looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

The Seventh Young Master's gaze lingered on Zhang Yangqing's gloves for a moment before he looked away, forcing himself to focus on the important matter at hand.

The second young master ignored him and turned to Zhang Yangqing: "Can it really be tracked?"

This is a crucial clue; if we can confirm it, we can uncover the truth.

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "Okay, there are still some traces left on this corpse, but I don't have any energy. I'll teach you a way."

He squatted down, traced a few lines on the remaining traces after the eerie disappearance with his fingers, and began to explain a set of Taoist techniques for counter-tracking.

He simplified the principle of the tracking symbol into a version that the second young master could understand.

Using residual scents to deduce the attacker's location is not about tracking a living person, but about tracing the source of the attack.

Zhang Yangqing used this in the world of ghost stories before. If the second young master isn't too stupid, he should be able to learn it.

To avoid repeating himself, Zhang Yangqing spoke slowly, breaking down each step and drawing corresponding trajectories in the air with his knuckles, as if drawing an invisible talisman.

After listening to it once, the second young master frowned deeply, thinking to himself: What is this thing? Can it really work?

Zhang Yangqing's Taoist tracking methods were beyond his comprehension.

But there was no better way, so we had to try anything as a last resort.

He knelt down and began drawing the incantation as Zhang Yangqing had instructed.

His fingers traced lines on the ground, creating crooked and uneven patterns that were still legible.

After finishing the drawing, he placed his palm on the center of the lines and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, the second young master suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted, and his expression changed from focused to angry, and then from angry to furious.

He stood up, slammed his fist against the wall, creating a crack, and his fist broke, bleeding. "Sixth Brother! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

The sound was very loud, and it bounced around the room several times before dissipating.

His fists were trembling; he was trembling with anger.

The seventh young master was startled and quickly asked, "Second brother, what did you see?"

The second young master's chest heaved violently, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth: "It was definitely the sixth brother who did it. I couldn't see it clearly, but my feeling was that it was the sixth brother. That heartless bastard, he's the one who researched these strange creatures. He killed the third sister, the fifth brother, and the eighth brother. I will never let him get away with this!"

It's clear that the second young master was very angry at this moment, so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

After the second young master calmed down a bit, Zhang Yangqing asked, "Second young master, did you see anything else just now?"

The second young master took two deep breaths and squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to suppress those images from his mind: "That place didn't even have a window. The walls were thick and dark, and there was a damp smell in the air, like it hadn't been ventilated for a long time. It felt like an underground place."

Zhang Yangqing asked, "Do you have permission to enter the underground area?"

The second young master and the seventh young master shook their heads at the same time.

The second young master said in a somewhat irritated tone, "Don't even mention permissions, I don't even know how to get to the basement, but I've heard that there is a basement."

The seventh young master chimed in, "Brother, you can still hear this? I didn't even know there was a basement."

These are the two people who were treated differently.

Zhang Yangqing analyzed, "If all of this was done by the Sixth Young Master, then he has actually been in this building all along, but in the basement, those strange creatures were all created by him. He has the ability to do it."

The second young master grew angrier as he listened, clenching his fists: "Only my eldest sister knows. Let's go find her and explain things clearly. Even if she has a grudge against me, she should know the consequences at this point."

He strode out, his steps hurried, the soles of his shoes making a dull thud on the floor.

Seventh Young Master and Zhang Yangqing followed, and the group walked along the corridor, turning several corners, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The group arrived in a grand procession outside the young lady's lounge.

Before even entering, there were already several corpses lying on the ground, dressed in the clothes of the young lady's subordinates. Some were slumped against the wall, while others were lying face down on the ground, with dark bloodstains beneath them.

The second young master quickened his pace and kicked the door open.

The room was a mess; the cabinets were overturned, items were scattered all over the floor, and the curtains were half pulled down.

There were signs of a battle, but they were faint, as if it had been suppressed for a short time. The young lady had vanished.

The second young master ordered his men to go and search.

Zhang Yangqing didn't rush to leave; he walked around the room for a while.

Among those scattered piles of books, several had been opened, with different page numbers, but the titles on their spines were nothing special.

The seventh young master stood at the door, frowning: "Did eldest sister go to see sixth brother?"

The second young master's gaze swept around the room: "That's very possible." (End of Chapter)