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

Miss Jiu tilted her head, as if she didn't quite understand, but still nodded obediently: "Yes, sister is the best."

The young lady smiled briefly, then quickly withdrew her smile: "Go play, this place isn't clean."

Without asking any further questions, Miss Jiu turned and ran out.

She ran very fast, as if she was in a hurry to get back to continue building her blocks, her ponytail swaying behind her.

After Miss Jiu left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, when Zhang Yangqing asked, "Miss, have you thought it through?"

The young lady didn't turn around, her voice coming from behind her, carrying an indescribable weariness: "I don't know either, I can only take it one step at a time."

Her figure disappeared around the corner of the passage, her footsteps growing fainter and fainter until they could no longer be heard.

That night, she lost too much and was too exhausted.

Zhang Yangqing asked this question to gauge the young lady's attitude so he could respond accordingly.

However, the young lady's attitude was somewhat wavering, which meant that he needed to prepare other plans himself and could not completely rely on the young lady to withstand the pressure from the mistress.

At this moment, the melancholic and eerie figure and the red-haired psychic walked over.

He asked in a melancholic and enigmatic voice, "Brother, what should we do?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Let's collect the body of the Sixth Young Master. The situation has been mostly dealt with for today. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

With a melancholic and eerie nod, he opened the easel and sealed the Sixth Young Master's corpse into the painting.

His fingers traced across the paper, and the Sixth Young Master's body turned into black mist, which was sucked into the paper. A reclining silhouette appeared on the canvas, with several scattered scale marks beside it.

After collecting the items, the gloomy and eerie man found a key under the Sixth Young Master's body. It was made of copper with complex teeth, and it looked like it was used to unlock some important place.

Zhang Yangqing took the key: "Let's go find Sixth Young Master's room."

The three searched on the first basement level.

The corridor was narrow, with dark green moss covering the walls on both sides, and a damp smell seemed to seep out from deep within the walls.

After walking for about a few minutes, they stopped in front of a heavy iron gate.

The key was inserted into the lock, making a dull sound as it turned, and the door opened.

It's a place that looks like a research institute.

The room was large with a high ceiling, and several lamps hung from the top, casting a dim, yellow light that illuminated the rows of glass containers in the center.

The containers varied in size, some containing complete, bizarre creatures, seemingly immersed in some pale yellow liquid, maintaining their final posture before death.

A humanoid creature with three eyes was curled up, as if it were asleep.

A half-human, half-beast body, its spine replaced with a metal structure, and its back covered with fine scales.

Some containers contained only organs—hearts, eyeballs, brain tissue—separated and placed in different jars, each labeled with neat handwriting indicating the date and origin.

Several stacks of research reports were piled up in the corner, the papers yellowed, with various experiment numbers written on the covers.

The instrument on the table was still running, its indicator light flashing intermittently, emitting a soft "beep" sound.

At this stage, Zhang Yangqing determined that this was the 'reward' stage.

The chosen ones can enhance their physical strength and modify their bodies.

But Zhang Yangqing felt it was unnecessary, as he didn't really lack this ability after acquiring the special gloves.

Zhang Yangqing glanced around and his gaze landed on a table.

On the table was a fist-sized bead, entirely black with dark red patterns slowly flowing across its surface, and a faint light flickering within it—it was the Communication Magic Sphere.

Next to it was a thin user manual with no title on the cover, only a few lines of handwritten instructions.

Zhang Yangqing picked up the magic ball and the user manual, put them in his pocket, and turned to leave the research institute. By the time he returned to the monitoring room, the sky had already changed somewhat.

Outside the window at the end of the corridor, a faint grayish-white tinge peeked through the edge of the pitch-black sky.

As soon as Zhang Yangqing arrived at the door, he saw Miss Jiu squatting by the door, rubbing the ears of a teddy bear in her hand.

When she saw Zhang Yangqing return, her eyes lit up, and she stood up and jogged over.

Zhang Yangqing handed the magic ball to the red-haired telekinetic user: "Take a look at this first."

Then he turned to Miss Jiu: "Come with me."

Because there are some things that only Zhang Yangqing and Miss Jiu know.

The two walked to a quiet corner at the end of the corridor.

Zhang Yangqing stopped and looked at her: "You know the situation now, what do you plan to do?"

You should know that he told those words to the eldest young lady right in front of the ninth young lady, without hiding a single word.

He kept his promise and treated her as an insider.

I'm just proposing a feasible solution; how you proceed is your business.

Miss Jiu hugged the teddy bear to her chest, rested her chin on the top of the teddy bear's head, and thought for a moment: "I don't care, I'm even a little interested. Anyway, the mistress isn't my mother. I'm just a strange consciousness."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked up, a mischievous glint in her innocent eyes, and lowered her voice slightly: "Big brother monitor, what do you want me to do?"

These words were like the whisper of a demon, light and soft, yet carrying a weight that could not be ignored.

Zhang Yangqing wasn't involved in this mess at all, but you dragged me into it?

Zhang Yangqing rolled his eyes at her: "Remember, if you want to be a human being, that's something you should consider yourself."

Miss Jiu pouted and looked down at the teddy bear's ears, as if talking to it: "Being a person is so troublesome, and growing up is so troublesome. I wish I could play with toys forever."

Zhang Yangqing said, "This is also a method."

Miss Jiu looked up: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Zhang Yangqing was too lazy to explain: "Guess for yourself."

He turned and left after saying that.

Miss Jiu stood there, watching his back, and tightened her grip on the teddy bear in her hand.

Who exactly is this person? How does he know so much?
What is his purpose? I seem to be getting more and more curious about him.

Zhang Yangqing returned to the monitoring room, sat down in a chair, and began to study the magic ball and how to use it.

He opened the first page of the user manual, where the handwriting was neat and the instructions were complete.

Zhang Yangqing's gaze moved between the lines as he began to discuss with the red-haired psychic how to use the device.

The sky outside began to brighten, though it was still dark here. But daylight meant better visibility than darkness, and the clouds occasionally let in some light.

After working all night, Zhang Yangqing was indeed a little sleepy.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and prepared to rest for a few minutes.

Just then, a very close meow came.

Zhang Yangqing's eyes snapped open, and his drowsiness vanished in an instant.

The cat's meow was closer than ever before; it was already at the door. (End of Chapter)