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

Late at night, with a collapsed roadside, a gloomy forest, and a taxi driver with "weird" movements, I asked the natives of the world of ghost stories if they were afraid.

The sweater driver himself had problems, so how could he tolerate Zhang Yangqing looking through his car?

But would it be useful for him to be intolerant? Even if he suddenly became angry and rushed over to deal with Zhang Yangqing, Zhang Yangqing only pushed him "gently".

Bang!
The sweater driver was pushed several meters away, leaving a mark on the ground, as if he had been hit by a truck.

This strange story did not say that the driver could not hit passengers, nor did it say that he could not hit passers-by, and there was not even a limit on the number of people who could kill. Zhang Yangqing still hit them at will.

If Zhang Yangqing hadn't been afraid that the sweater driver had some mission and he hadn't confirmed his identity yet, he wouldn't have pushed it so easily.

After being pushed by Zhang Yangqing, the sweater driver couldn't stand up for a short time.

The cigarette-smoking driver was also standing there in a daze, not to mention the white-haired young man sitting in the taxi.

They could only watch Zhang Yangqing investigate in the car.

The reason why the smoking driver did not stop Zhang Yangqing was because Zhang Yangqing mentioned the murderer, which meant that he knew some information and was now planning to wait and see.

He is a normal person, and it would be good for him to find out the murderer.

Not long after, Zhang Yangqing took out a photo from the car, put it on the sweater driver's face for comparison, pointed at the man in the photo, and asked: "Is this you in the photo?"

The sweater driver replied, "Yes, I was very thin at that time."

Before Zhang Yangqing could say anything, the driver next to him, smoking a cigarette, said, "What are you talking about? This is not you at all!"

The cigarette-holding driver thought it was outrageous. When Zhang Yangqing took out the photo just now, he was also watching from the side. The driver in the sweater could lie without blushing or feeling any nervousness.

The man in the photo has nothing to do with him, yet he dares to say it is him.

It seems that this guy is most likely a murderer and car robber, the murderer the taxi driver just mentioned.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Zhang Yangqing asked a soul-searching question.

Fight? You can't even bear my slightest push.

Child, have you ever felt despair?
When the sweater driver was about to play the victim, Zhang Yangqing snapped his fingers, and the sweater driver exploded into a pool of meat paste on the spot.

Maybe before he died, he was still thinking: You didn't let me tell you!

It was indeed his bad luck to meet Zhang Yangqing. This guy would never let go of anyone who might cause trouble later.

However, the scene before them shocked the smoking driver and the white-haired young man.

It was just an ordinary fight just now, how did it instantly rise to the level of superpowers!

The rescue operation was not difficult. Zhang Yangqing went down personally and rescued the only survivor.

There is no need for any rope. This slope is a common occurrence for any disciple of Mount Longhu, let alone Zhang Yangqing.

As long as the world of ghost stories doesn't restrict him, he can play however he wants.

The survivors were very grateful to Zhang Yangqing, so naturally they got into Zhang Yangqing's car.

If they wanted to go to the road ahead, they could only go around it from the small road next to it. Zhang Yangqing told the driver that the rule of this road was that U-turns were not allowed, so they needed to reverse.

The driver, smoking a cigarette, nodded, trusting Zhang Yangqing's judgment. He got on his pickup truck and reversed with Zhang Yangqing.

During this process, the driver's wife asked, "Why do you trust him so much? What if he wants to harm us?"

As she spoke, the woman looked at the taxi next to her with an uneasy look on her face.

The cigarette-dangling driver said nonchalantly, "You're overthinking it. If he wants to kill us, it's just a piece of cake. Why does it have to be so complicated? Didn't you see how that guy died just now? And look at his skills. He can walk on these steep places as if they were flat ground."

This is a world of ghost stories, and the cigarette-smoking driver knows that it is useless to be afraid.

The taxi driver should be a big shot in the same camp, so he should just listen to his advice. After hearing his explanation, his wife seemed to agree.

After the vehicle drove away for a distance, Zhang Yangqing also triggered the task.

There are now two guests in the back seat, one is the survivor of the first car, a man, and the second is a white-haired young man.

The survivor kept grimacing and looked like he was in pain.

His hands were broken and his head was bleeding. He said to Zhang Yangqing, "Master, can you take me to a nearby hospital? I'll give you three times the fare."

The survivor certainly looked like he was in pain and was bleeding from his wounds.

Zhang Yangqing was a little confused. Is there a hospital nearby?
After the communication, the survivor told Zhang Yangqing that there was a very famous hospital in the nearby mountains that specialized in treating various difficult and complicated diseases, and was very professional in bone setting, which had even been reported in newspapers.

He only knew its approximate location and what signs were nearby, but he didn't know exactly where it was.

Zhang Yangqing was wondering if this guy would cheat me.

But it doesn't seem like he's pretending to be like this.

Is this mission to find this unknown hospital? Will there be a reward?
Zhang Yangqing looked at the oil in the car. It was less than half full, so he could indeed look for it.

While chatting with the survivors, the white-haired young man was writing something with a pen.

After chatting for a while, he had finished writing. On the white paper was written: [Please take me to the abandoned mine entrance first, thank you.]

As if he had seen how powerful Zhang Yangqing was, he wrote very politely.

Zhang Yangqing immediately determined that this was a hint to the world of ghost stories.

The white-haired young man looked anxious, indicating that he did not want to go to the hospital.

This means he knows where the hospital is.

As long as you determine this, you can ask the white-haired young man about the location of the hospital and ask him to draw it.

The Chosen One can find the hospital by covering what he has drawn.

Otherwise, how can I find a place that no one knows about? I am not Jones.

But Zhang Yangqing knew that the trap at this level was the white-haired young man.

If the map the white-haired young man gave was the fare, then he had already paid the fare.

Now the Chosen One asked him for the address of the hospital, which meant he was continuing to demand the fare, thus violating Rule 7.

[Rule 7: Please do not ask for the fare from the passenger, but if the passenger takes the initiative to give it to you, you must take the passenger to the designated location, otherwise you will be in danger. ]

Although he didn't know what the consequences of breaking the rules would be, Zhang Yangqing was not the kind of person who had nothing to do.

Do you still want to jump if you know there is a pit?

But the problem is, according to the logic of the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing judged that only the white-haired young man must know about the hospital.

How can I obtain it?

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yangqing had the answer.

He stepped on the accelerator and followed the map given by the white-haired young man to the entrance of an abandoned mine.

Sure enough, the white-haired young man got off the bus without paying, so the map was the fare.

When the white-haired young man got off the car, Zhang Yangqing followed him and asked, "Can you draw me a map to the hospital?"

(End of this chapter)