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

In the barbecue villa late at night, the dim chandeliers swayed in the greasy air, and the light distorted the diners' shadows into monsters with bared fangs and claws.

Maybe this is what they really look like.

The stench mixed with the burnt aroma of roasted meat was like a rotting corpse smeared with honey.

The guests sat around their respective tables, and the sound of them chewing the barbecue was particularly harsh in the silent space.

The meat on the grill sizzled over the fire, and the fat dripped onto the charcoal, stirring up clouds of blue smoke.

Jones could even hear his own heavy breathing. After hearing the ghost's strange prompt, he walked quickly to the third table with a plate of roasted heart.

He could feel that the guests at the second table were staring at him fiercely, as if they would pounce on him at any time and snatch the food from his hands.

The guests at the third table looked up, visibly stunned.

His hair was messy, his teeth were sharp and yellow, and between his messy hair appeared a pair of turbid yellow vertical pupils, with a barely perceptible murderous light flashing in his eyes.

The way he ate was like a wild animal biting the food instead of chewing it like a normal person.

When the sharp-toothed guest saw Jones coming, he played with his knife, the blade making a harsh noise on the table, and looked very unfriendly.

Jones took a deep breath, tried to make himself look more natural, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, do you often come here to eat?"

As he spoke, Jones handed over the roasted heart without showing any emotion.

When the sharp-toothed guest saw the roasted heart, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, but after taking the plate, his attitude softened significantly.

While biting into the roasted heart, he said incoherently: "Yes, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

Jones nodded and asked in a low voice: "Yes, may I ask if the owner of this barbecue villa has any special abilities?"

The sharp-toothed guest stopped what he was doing, looked up at Jones, a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

But he quickly lowered his head again, continued to tear at the roasted heart, and whispered, "The owner of the barbecue villa has special empowering abilities. He will make some special food to enhance your abilities."

Jones continued to ask: "How can we find the boss?"

The fanged guest smiled mysteriously and replied, "You've asked the right person. The boss will put a ring in the barbecue. Whoever eats the ring is the lucky customer and can go to him for a delicious meal. But if you go to the boss without getting the ring, you might just become an ingredient."

Jones' heart sank, and he quickly analyzed that this might be a way to get through the dark tunnel.

As long as you have the ability of night vision, you don’t need to turn on the lights in the dark tunnel and can pass through it directly.

Of course, this is just his current guess.

He thanked his sharp-toothed guest, then quickly returned to his barbecue table and began examining each piece of meat, looking for the ring.

Jones' luck was always good, and he found the ring on the second piece of meat.

He was delighted and immediately stood up and walked towards the backyard.

The lights in the backyard became dimmer and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

Jones's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and every step seemed to be on the edge of death.

At this time, the ghost's strange voice sounded in his mind: "There is a lot of ghost energy around here, you should be careful. And those two people didn't come back after they went there. This may be a trap, or I may be overthinking it. To be on the safe side, you should find them first."

Jones nodded in understanding.

He walked cautiously along the corridor and soon heard the sound of "dong dong dong" of chopping meat.

The sound came from a room not far away. Jones swallowed and walked over quietly.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a tall, muscular guy cutting meat, wielding the big knife in his hand with great vigor.

Jones' heart tightened, thinking that this knife might cost him his life.

Following the ghost's strange instructions, Jones did not rush in, but continued to look for the two guests nearby.

Soon he spotted them in the adjacent box room. The two guests saw Jones and immediately beckoned him over.

Jones did not approach, but stood in the doorway, asking them in a low voice what was going on.

One of the guests said anxiously: "We need a ring to eat special food here, but we also need one to leave. We don't have a ring and can't leave this box. I hope you can help us find a ring."

Another guest also expressed the hope that Jones could help and not be discovered by the boss.

From this we can judge that the information provided by the sharp-toothed guest was "wrong" or incomplete, and these two people were most likely deceived.

Jones began to calculate in his heart, realizing that he might be caught up in a complicated chain of tasks.

Fortunately, I didn’t go in just now, otherwise the ring would have been stolen.

He only has one ring in his hand now, and if he wants to leave here, he will definitely need another ring.

If you want to take these two guests away with you, that is, get help, you must find two more rings.

Perhaps, he needs to obtain rings from the guests at the first and second tables. After all, at this stage, the world of ghost stories has been constantly "strengthening the strength" of the chosen ones, which may be useful in the next stage.

Jones quickly returned to the hall and returned to his barbecue table.

He wanted to continue looking for the ring inside, but unfortunately, it was not there.

Jones began to look around and noticed that the people at the first and second tables obviously didn't know the use of the rings, so they either threw them aside or placed them on the table.

At this time, the key point comes.

Jones knew that he could not ask these guests whether they wanted the ring. If he did, these guests would know that the ring was useful, and even if he could give it to him, he would definitely ask him to complete the task.

So the best way is to get it quietly.

Thinking of this, Jones began to chat with the guests at the first and second tables, using chatting to divert the guests' attention, and then quietly took the ring from the table.

The ring on the ground was easy to deal with. He took out his car keys, which "accidentally" fell to the ground. While looking for the car keys, he picked up the ring nearby.

After some effort, Jones finally found the three rings.

He felt relieved and immediately returned to the backyard and came to the heavy wooden door.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

A low and friendly voice came from inside the door: "Come in."

Although the voice sounded gentle, it concealed a chilling murderous intent.

Jones politely opened the door, and the sight before him made his heart tighten.

The lights in the room were dim and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

There were several bloody rings scattered on the table, with blood still stained on them, as if they had just been peeled off the fingers of some living creature.

The corners of the room were filled with unknown pieces of meat, and various sharp knives were hung on the walls, with cold light flashing on the blades.

The terrifying thing about this crime is that there is a place in the room covered with red cloth, and there seems to be something very scary under the red cloth, exuding a terrifying aura.

The boss had his back to the door, busy with something.

He was breathtakingly tall, with broad shoulders and muscular back. His skin was rough and his neck was covered with a thick layer of scales that glowed coldly in the dim light.

When the boss slowly turned around, Jones saw his face clearly. It was a creepy face.

"What type of enhancement do you need?" The boss's voice was low and hoarse.

Jones suppressed the fear in his heart and said seriously: "I want to pass through the dark tunnel. What kind of ability do I need to pass through?"

(End of this chapter)