I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: “Bro, Just Ask Me What You Want to Know!”

Zhang Yangqing sized up the former security guard standing before him—a man slightly shorter than himself.

Frankly, this guy didn’t look like a decent person. To put it bluntly, he didn’t even look human.

Now, Zhang Yangqing usually tried not to judge people by their appearance, but this guy’s features were anything but normal.

How to describe him? His nose was long and hooked, his mouth stretched wide as if slit open by a blade, and when he grinned, rows of sharp, yellowed teeth were exposed—an unmistakably sinister smile.

Looking closer, his forehead sloped backward, and his occipital bone protruded—the so-called “rebellious bone” in physiognomy.

His eyes were narrow and upturned at the corners, the very picture of a ruthless schemer.

And ever since he stepped inside, his gaze had been darting around shiftily, practically screaming, “I’m up to no good.”

It was the first time Zhang Yangqing had encountered someone who gave off such a vibe.

If anyone else had seen this goblin-like security guard, they probably wouldn’t have opened the door even at gunpoint.

Who wouldn’t be terrified at the sight of him?

Especially in a world ruled by supernatural horror.

But Zhang Yangqing didn’t care. He wasn’t afraid—if anything, he just hoped whoever entered wouldn’t be afraid of him.

Meanwhile, other challengers were locked in a battle of wits with the goblin guard, desperately trying to extract information from him.

Those who had damaged the cryogenic pods were especially eager to uncover the wax museum’s hidden secrets.

Rahman managed to extract a useful clue: the goblin guard mentioned over the phone that the museum’s climate control system would briefly shut down every day at 6:30 a.m., lasting for half an hour.

During that time, all the eerie wax figures would move freely.

The goblin guard was cunning—he didn’t reveal how to deal with them. Instead, he said:

“If you can’t handle it, just open the door and let me in. I can keep you safe. You can trust me.”

It was classic half-truth manipulation—giving just enough information to bait the challengers into making a dangerous choice.

If they couldn’t figure out a solution, their only option was to let him in and gamble on whether he’d kill them or not.

The goblin guard had essentially presented them with two options before hanging up.

He wasn’t going to reveal everything—otherwise, how could he trick them into opening the door?

His goal was to corner them into making a desperate decision.

After the call ended, Rahman began strategizing.

The time was now 6:08 a.m.—twenty-two minutes until the goblin guard’s predicted shutdown.

He had to find a way to either fix the situation or locate a hiding spot before then.

“The delivery guy also mentioned temperature… and that freezing room, 3-2. I think I know how to clear this.”

Two possible solutions formed in Rahman’s mind.

First Option: Find a hiding spot.

The security office was out of the question—the door had a simple twist handle, and the windows were just glass. If all the wax figures went berserk, staying here would be suicide.

Unless, of course, the glass was “Made in China”—indestructible.

The hidden compartment in the archives was also risky. Since the female ghost had revealed its location, she might have told others too.

If he hid there, he’d be a sitting duck—trapped with no way to fight back.

Rahman guessed that the key to immobilizing the wax figures was temperature.

Low temperatures likely restricted their movement, which was why none of the other wax figures dared attack the frost-covered one—even though they knew he had the access card.

They couldn’t even get close to him.

So the best hiding spot was obvious: Room 3-2.

“So that’s what the coat at the security office entrance was for!”

Many challengers realized this too. Every item in the scenario had a purpose, no matter how trivial.

Sure, the coat stank, but survival was worth the discomfort.

But those who had destroyed the cryogenic pod in Room 3-2 were screwed.

Without it, the frost-covered wax figure couldn’t “recharge,” meaning no cold air would be emitted.

That left them with only one alternative:

Second Option: Find the backup power supply.

During the climate control shutdown, they’d have to manually activate the emergency cooling system.

The answer likely lay in the electrical room on the second floor.

Inside, there would be switches—but which one was the right one?

When challengers entered, they were met with a panel of unlabeled switches. No clues, no hints.

At this point, they remembered one person who might know: the female ghost in the staff lounge next door.

Since she had been an employee in life—and knew about the hidden compartment—she might also know about the backup power.

But she had already tricked them once. Would she do it again?

After all, her goal was to get all the guards killed.

Still, with no other options, they had no choice but to seek her help and judge the truth of her words.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yangqing’s Approach Was… Different.

The moment the goblin guard stepped inside, he glared at Zhang Yangqing with hostility.

As a man, he already despised those better-looking than himself—and this guy was ridiculously handsome.

At first glance, Zhang Yangqing’s godlike beauty made the goblin guard seethe with jealousy.

Perhaps it was his own grotesque appearance that had relegated him to night shifts, fueling his innate hatred for the attractive.

Once I get the treasure, maybe I’ll turn him into a wax figure, he thought. A face like his would draw crowds for sure.

But outwardly, he sneered, “You made the right choice letting me in. Hand over the access card, do as I say, and I might let you live.”

His tone was commanding, as if this “weak” human guard had no right to resist.

Like a god condescending to an ant.

He planned to use this guard to trick the other one—then the treasure would be within reach.

But just as his scheme took shape, an overwhelming force smashed into his face.

SMACK! THUD!

The sound of the slap echoed through the hall.

The goblin guard was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing into the wall three meters away.

It felt like being hit by a speeding car.

As he struggled to get up, a size-42 shoe stamped onto his face, threatening to crush his features into paste.

For most, this would be disfiguring.

For him? It might count as a makeover.

What followed was a brutal beating.

Only then did the goblin guard realize—this new guard wasn’t someone to mess with.

“Talk!” Zhang Yangqing barked, punctuating the order with a kick to the skull.

“Bro, talk about what?!” The goblin guard’s head was spinning.

“You still refuse to talk?” Another knee strike sent him flying back.

“Bro, I was wrong! Please stop!” The guard scrambled up, desperate for cover.

Despite his agility, Zhang Yangqing seemed to teleport, appearing beside him in an instant.

A shadow flickered—the goblin guard didn’t even see the kick before his abdomen exploded in pain.

This time, he was launched two meters into the air before crashing down hard.

“Still holding out on me?”

The goblin guard wanted to cry.

“BRO, JUST ASK ME WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW!”

And so, the goblin guard learned a valuable lesson:

If someone dares to let you in, be wary—because only those who aren’t afraid of you would open the door.