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

After the childhood Zhang Yangqing’s explanation, the childhood Pope’s doubts were dispelled.

He really doesn't know how to make use of intelligence in these areas.

Or maybe it was that Zhang Yangqing's pace in childhood was too fast and he was temporarily unable to adapt.

Give him more time to think and he should be able to figure it out.

This is the normal way to pass the level.

But at this moment, the corners of Zhang Yangqing's mouth slightly raised.

"I have a fun way to play, do you want to play?"

When he showed such an expression, old fans who were familiar with Zhang Yangqing's childhood knew that someone was about to be in trouble.

He definitely knows how to play normally, but he also knows some abnormal ways of playing.

Late at night, inside the security room.

The two security guards were yawning here.

As hidden monsters, they naturally have terrifying strength.

If you dare to be a security guard in such a dangerous place, you must have some ability.

But hiding the weirdness actually has certain flaws. They are afraid of being possessed and afraid of being sanctioned by the rules.

So they just need to do their job well.

Tonight, the shadows outside the window were particularly heavy, and the trees not far away seemed to be frozen, without even any wind.

The entire orphanage was dead silent, and the depressing atmosphere was chilling.

The old security guard with a mustache was lying on a chair, his security hat covering his eyes, taking a rest.

He looks like a veteran.

The new young security guard next to him was standing guard near the window seriously.

After all, I just arrived and haven't adapted to the environment yet, so I have to pretend to be well-behaved.

The most important thing is that as security guards, they have strict rules that they must not let the other party leave unless the other party meets the conditions.

Otherwise they would have violated the death rule.

Standing guard in the gloomy orphanage was indeed difficult for him to adapt to.

The lights in the security room were dim, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression in the air.

There was a thin layer of dust on the window of the security room, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for some time.

Suddenly, his attention was attracted by a dark shadow outside the window. It was the shadow of a child, playing with a ball in the dim night.

The young security guard's heart suddenly tightened. He rubbed his eyes and wiped the window, trying to confirm whether he had seen it wrong.

But when he looked out the window again, he was horrified to find that the original one black shadow had now turned into two.

The two children's shadows were wearing tattered clothes, had messy hair and thin bodies, as if they were two ghosts imprisoned in an orphanage.

The strangest thing is that the two kids seemed to hit the ball very hard, but every time it fell and bounced, there was no sound.

In this quiet night, this silent movement adds an inexplicable horror.

The young security guard swallowed his saliva. He felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate, his scalp began to numb, and an unprecedented sense of crisis stimulated his nerves.

He wanted to wake up the old security guard with a mustache next to him, but the old security guard with a mustache seemed to have fallen asleep, because there was a slight snoring sound from the security room.

The young security guard hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to wake up the old security guard with a mustache.

He gently pushed the shoulder of the old security guard with a mustache. At first, the old security guard with a mustache just turned over impatiently and muttered a few words, but had no intention of getting up.

But he couldn't resist the urging of the young security guard and stood up, yawning.

He kept muttering, "Young people are so timid. Let me see which naughty kid is playing ball outside."

As he said this, he walked out of the security room carelessly. After all, he was still a little crazy after getting used to his immortal body. When the young security guard followed him out, the shadows of the two children had disappeared.

There is no human figure under the moonlight.

Naturally, he was scolded by the old security guard with a moustache.

Just as the old security guard with a mustache was about to go back, the young security guard pointed in a direction and said, "Wait, look, there's a ball over there."

At this time, the old security guard with a mustache looked in the direction pointed by the young security guard, and indeed there was a ball lying alone on the ground.

This made the old security guard with a mustache start to feel uneasy. He remembered that he had also inspected this area when he was on duty, and there seemed to be no ball outside.

And there shouldn't be any children playing in this place.

After all, he was the security guard of the orphanage, so he knew that there were some weird things about this place, and that children were very scary in the world of ghost stories.

Thinking of this, the old security guard with a mustache began to look serious and carefully observed the gloomy environment nearby.

But the next scene made him feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet and running straight up his spine.

For some unknown reason, the surrounding trees began to sway in the absence of wind, as if countless pairs of ghost hands were waving the leaves in the darkness.

In the distant sky, dark clouds happened to pass by, covering the waning moon, making the scene in front of us pitch black, and adding an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The old security guard with a mustache could feel his body shaking constantly, and the young security guard behind him was so frightened that his teeth were chattering.

As hidden immortals, they have no fear at all when facing powerful physical enemies.

Dead? It's hard to kill them.

But they are afraid of invisible things. If ghosts really exist, the ghosts may take over their bodies. How can they not be afraid?

In the world of ghost stories, there is always something that can defeat something else.

Even if it is hidden and weird, there is something to be afraid of.

The old security guard with a moustache seemed to be fixed in place, not daring to move, for fear of disturbing the terrifying thing.

Not long after, the dark clouds in the sky passed away and the sky became bright again.

Just when the old security guard with a mustache breathed a sigh of relief, the young security guard behind him patted him on the shoulder, almost scaring him to death.

When the old security guard with a mustache was about to scold the young security guard, the young security guard pointed at the position in front of the old security guard with a mustache with a look of horror.

The old security guard with a mustache swallowed and looked down.

At some point, a little boy with blood all over his face was standing in front of him holding a ball.

The ball that was supposed to be far away had disappeared. If he was not mistaken, it was the one the little boy was holding.

The little boy, his face covered in blood, was staring at him, his eyes deep and empty, as if he was a lifeless shell.

The old security guard with a mustache began to sweat profusely. It was the first time he encountered such a strange thing in all his time in the orphanage.

But soon, he calmed down a little.

Because he could not see any hostility in the eyes of the little boy whose face was covered in blood.

And since I was not attacked immediately, it means that I may have only triggered the event of seeing him, but not the event of being attacked.

In other words, there may be hope for a turnaround.

Thinking of this, the old security guard with a mustache asked the little boy with blood on his face with an ugly smile: "Little boy, what are you doing here?"

The little boy with blood all over his face pondered for a moment and said, "I want to find the dean. Do you know where the dean is?"

The voice was unusually smooth, without any ups and downs or any emotion.

Every word and every tone carries a strange aura, like a spell, making people shudder!

(End of this chapter)