I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: It’s Time for Zhang Tianshi to Randomly Torment Another Supernatural Being!

According to Mitarai Saburō’s observations, the patients in the previous buildings all had some issues—they were genuinely ill in the conventional sense.

But this place was strange. The patients here seemed perfectly healthy, or perhaps already recovered.

If they’ve recovered, why haven’t they left?

Could this place have some kind of magical pull, or are they simply unable to leave?

If he couldn’t figure this out, it might be difficult to leave the hospital after feeding the tourists.

With this question in mind, he searched for a ward with awake patients.

Unlike Mitarai Saburō, the American challenger—a veteran—made a bold move that sent chills down the spines of both viewers and the expert panel.

Many challengers distrusted the tourists, believing their fate should be in their own hands, so they handled most tasks themselves.

But the American veteran thought differently: If the rules say the tourists can help me, doesn’t that mean they might be stronger than the patients?

After all, most tourists were fierce spirits, native to this world.

As “healthy” individuals, they should logically outperform the patients, right?

So, he had his assistant and two tourists guard the door, watching for patrolling guards, while he led the remaining eight tourists into a ward with awake patients.

Unsurprisingly, conflict arose. The patients’ demands were outright unreasonable, and the veteran felt they were being mocked.

To his surprise, the tourists overpowered the patients.

The tourists were only slightly stronger, but their numbers gave them the upper hand.

The veteran successfully obtained an apple and began interrogating the patients.

Other, more timid challengers sent tourists to fetch the apples instead.

Some tourists were beaten to death, while others succeeded.

Everyone had their own approach.

Zhang Yangqing, however, was far more direct.

After surveying the area and getting a rough idea of the situation, he walked straight into the nearest ward—regardless of whether the patients were asleep or not.

He approached the bed of a heavyset patient in white, sound asleep, and delivered a resounding slap across the face.

The patient jolted awake, his left ear ringing as if thunder had struck beside him!

As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Zhang Yangqing, his rules seemed to trigger, and he was about to lash out—

WHACK!

Another slap landed on his other cheek.

Zhang Yangqing believed in fairness: first a forehand slap, then a backhand.

Now, the patient had matching red handprints on both cheeks.

Just as Zhang Yangqing raised his hand for a third strike, the patient finally reacted.

He deployed his ancestral defensive technique: Protect the Face at All Costs!

Curling into a ball, he shielded his face with his arms and cried out, “Big bro, why are you hitting me?!”

Seeing that he could speak, Zhang Yangqing lowered his hand and said, “I have a question for you.”

The patient was speechless.

My mentality is in shambles! If you wanted to ask something, why not just ask? Why slap me twice first?!

Do you have any idea how much psychological damage those slaps caused?!

The sight of the patient, seething with rage but too afraid to retaliate, had viewers in stitches.

[Comments Section]

• Damn, it’s time for Zhang Tianshi to randomly torment another supernatural being!

• Seems like Zhang Tianshi can’t go a day without breaking a few rules!

• The door says not to wake patients, but Zhang Tianshi slapped him awake—he didn’t noisily wake him. No rules broken!

• Holy crap, that’s some next-level interpretation. Is this how Zhang Tianshi always approaches problems?

• Hahaha, y’all really think like this, huh?

• This is all fun and games, but don’t try this at home—you’ll get wrecked.

• True, this logic only works if you’re ridiculously overpowered.

• Zhang Tianshi is too damn strong. Is it too late for me to join Longhu Mountain and train?

• Don’t bother—Longhu Mountain is packed. Even locals can’t get in!

Back in the ward, once the heavyset patient was awake and “willing” to cooperate, Zhang Yangqing held up the air freshener and asked, “Does this work against the toxic gas?”

“I don’t know, but the nurses always spray it when new patients arrive.”

Next came a question many challengers were asking, phrased differently but with the same intent:

“If you’re all cured, why not leave?”

“Why would we? The food’s good, and the living’s easy.”

The patient clearly had no intention of leaving his comfortable nest.

“Where’s the cafeteria, and when does it open?”

“I don’t know where it is, but at 4:40 PM, the nurses take us there through a fog.”

Hearing “4:40 PM,” many challengers were puzzled. The rules stated the cafeteria opened to outsiders at 5:00 PM.

Did that mean patients got in at 4:40, while outsiders had to wait until 5:00?

Another rule mentioned that taking food out of the cafeteria was forbidden, and supplies were “while stocks last.”

If supplies were limited, there was a real risk these well-fed patients would clean out the cafeteria before outsiders got a chance.

Challengers who missed this detail had to gamble on the patients leaving scraps.

Those who understood the intel began strategizing.

Rule 10 stated: Gray uniforms indicate psychiatric patients; white uniforms indicate regular patients.

If that was the case, killing the corresponding patients and stealing their uniforms would allow them to blend in.

In a world where the strong preyed on the weak, survival meant taking lives to save your own. There was no other choice.

Viewers of Zhang Yangqing’s past runs knew this well—if you weren’t willing to bet your life, you had to take someone else’s.

Each ward housed six patients—six fierce spirits.

The Australian challenger, Jones, and the American veteran smirked when they realized their numbers gave them the advantage.

This stage would be easy for them: just slaughter a few wards’ worth of patients and take their clothes.

Strength in numbers!

Jones even thought, “Thank you for the guidance, Dragon Country’s supreme expert!”

So this was the purpose of the tourists.

If their numbers dwindled, how could they possibly take on six patients per ward?

By this point, no new patients were arriving from the outpatient department.

Challengers were the last in line, with no reinforcements coming.

The only option was to fight their way through the inpatient ward.

Mitarai Saburō, realizing this, felt a pang of regret.

Dammit! Why did I kick out the two strongest tourists? Now I’m screwed!

But as a detective, he racked his brain for ways to isolate and eliminate patients—or lure them out one by one.

His decision to reduce the bus’s difficulty had backfired, making this stage far harder.

One misstep, and it’d be game over.

Zhang Yangqing, meanwhile, wasn’t even thinking about this problem.

He was focused on the psychiatric patients’ claim that “this isn’t a hospital” and Rule 14’s statement that “this hospital does exist.”

While others struggled to survive the next stage, Zhang Yangqing already knew how to escape.

His goal now was to secure each instance’s unique rewards—and the key to obtaining them lay in the air freshener in his hand!

He was the only one with a shot at claiming them.