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

In the dead of night, the sky was covered like dark clouds, not even a glimmer of moonlight was left.

Jones, the chosen one of Kangaroo Country, drove his taxi slowly along a narrow suburban dirt road.

The surrounding woods were eerie and I didn’t know if it was the wind, but some of the trees were swaying strangely, which looked quite scary.

An inexplicable chill rose in Jones' heart. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and could only rely on the dim light from the front of the car to judge the road conditions ahead.

On the radio, the announcer's voice was filled with fear and anxiety, as if he knew how terrible human traffickers were.

At this time, Jones was still thinking whether the radio broadcast was a clue. At this moment, a woman suddenly appeared in the darkness on the side of the road. She was holding a child tightly in her arms and waving at Jones, probably wanting a taxi.

The scene looked particularly terrifying under the dim headlights, and instantly reminded Jones of the human traffickers that the radio station had just mentioned.

His heartbeat quickened, fear flooding his heart.

Jones thought again and realized that the rules did not require him to pick up passengers on the roadside, so it was better to have less trouble than more.

So he gritted his teeth, pretended not to see it, and stepped on the accelerator, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

After the taxi drove for some distance, Jones thought he had gotten rid of the terrible woman, but she appeared on the roadside ahead again, and the scene was exactly the same as before.

Jones could even see that the woman had a blank expression on her face, one hand waving, and the other hand tightly holding the child.

He accelerated again, trying to get away from this dangerous weirdness.

But no matter how hard he tried, the woman holding the child would always appear again at a corner ahead and hail a taxi in the same posture.

Jones knew that if he didn't take this woman away today, he might not be able to get out of this road.

The world of strange stories is such a special place.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and anxiety in his heart, and stopped the car.

"If you want to take a taxi, please sit in the passenger seat." To save trouble, Jones rolled down the window and spoke directly.

The passenger door slowly opened, and an inexplicably powerful aura emerged. Jones' heartbeat was beating against his chest like a drum. He could now understand why the radio announcer kept emphasizing that human traffickers were terrible.

How could he not be afraid? Ever since the woman got in the car, Jones felt that his life was not in his own hands.

He looked nervously at the woman holding the child, only to see that there was no expression on her face, her eyes were a little swollen, her face was very wrinkled, and she looked to be in her forties.

The child in her arms was very small and seemed unable to speak. He just kept crying. In his hands, he was holding a cartoon plastic toy that looked like a flat-billed yellow duck.

If you look closely, you can see a trace of blood on the flat-billed yellow duck.

The child didn't seem to be familiar with the wrinkled woman and showed signs of struggling, but the wrinkled woman's hand was still holding him tightly, which further confirmed what Jones had just heard.

Jones was already scared, and the child's crying sounded so strange. He became even more scared after being infected.

Jones could clearly feel the cold sweat on his forehead. He asked in a trembling voice, "Where are you going?"

It seems that as long as they did not break the rules, those who got on the bus could not harm them.

Jones kept repeating these words in his mind to encourage himself.

The wrinkled girl replied, "A tiger-headed stone tablet."

As usual, Jones didn't have a mobile phone or navigation in the car, so he asked the wrinkled woman for her approximate location and asked her to show him the way.

The wrinkled woman said no problem and told Jones how to get there.

Jones could judge from her words that the tiger-head stone tablet should be in the suburbs, not in the city, so he could send her away.

Thinking of this, Jones stepped on the accelerator and the taxi headed in the direction of the tiger head stele, which was deep in the forest.

After driving for a distance, Jones was thinking, where is the pitfall of this level?
He didn't think that this woman who kept appearing was just a coincidence. There must be something fishy going on.

Along the way, the car was extremely dull, with only the child crying.

While Jones was thinking, he had already arrived deep in the forest. The road here was difficult to walk on and was bumpy.

The trees here were lush and leafy. Jones saw the windshield in front of him being scratched by some branches and heard some branches hitting the car body. Jones observed very carefully and saw that there were many "stone tablets" nearby. Jones passed by two just now, but never reached the tiger head stone tablet mentioned by the wrinkled woman.

According to her, it was probably another ten minutes away.

At this time, Jones heard a "tapping" sound in the car, as if something had fallen, perhaps because of the bumps.

He looked nervously in the direction of the sound, but found nothing.

"Am I too worried?"

Just as Jones continued to look at the road, he noticed that the crying child in the Wrinkled Woman's arms and the flat-billed yellow duck in her hand were gone.

Something just fell, perhaps from a child's hand.

As the driver, Jones gave a reminder, the wrinkled woman said "hmm", and Jones continued driving.

After driving for another five minutes or so, something strange happened and Jones felt his ears became much quieter.

It’s not that the road is smoother, but that the child in the arms of the wrinkled woman stopped crying.

Maybe he was tired of crying. Children who are tired of crying probably need to take a rest.

Jones didn't think it was strange at the time.

But when he drove a little further, he found that the child was crying again.

Especially when we are close to our destination, the children cry louder.

The intuition of the Chosen One told Jones that something was wrong here.

But something was wrong, Jones began to wonder, and the car gradually slowed down.

Suddenly, he looked at the wrinkled girl in the passenger seat and his heart was shocked.

"Fuck, the pit is here!"

Having already understood where the pitfalls of this level were, Jones didn't dare to move forward, but instead found a place to turn the car around and go back.

At this moment, Jones kept his eyes on the Wrinkled Woman, for he was afraid that she would suddenly attack him.

As time went by, Jones came to the place where the child stopped crying.

At this moment, Jones stepped on the brakes, pulled the handbrake, and stayed there, motionless.

The audience outside the big screen didn't know what Jones was doing, but Jones knew that he had reached his destination.

Remember rule 2 mentioned [Don’t care who the passengers are, as long as everyone on the bus is a passenger].

It is very clear here that the wrinkled woman is a passenger, and the child is obviously also a passenger.

Many of the Chosen Ones’ focus is on this wrinkled woman, and with the radio station emphasizing her danger, it’s easy to overlook the children.

This is the clever trap in the world of ghost stories, which can trigger the death conditions of the Chosen Ones inadvertently, but the death is only caused by the Chosen Ones not paying attention and not making the correct judgment.

Jones didn't know whether the wrinkled woman would pay the fare, but the child in her arms had already paid the fare.

The so-called fare is not necessarily money, it may be some props.

Jones just took a look and saw that the flat-billed yellow duck in the child's hand had fallen somewhere, and the wrinkled girl didn't care.

This proves that there may be some kind of restraint between them.

The flat-billed yellow duck was the so-called fare, and the child gave it 'voluntarily'.

It's also easy to know where your child wants to get off.

(End of this chapter)