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

In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing had a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't care at all about the five vampires in front of him.

He glanced at the wolf demon next to him and said calmly, "Is three minutes enough?"

He means, can you handle them in three minutes?

The wolf demon smiled confidently, revealing its sharp fangs, and replied, "Brother Tiger, give me two minutes."

Although the wolf demon is not very smart, he is very obedient.

As long as Zhang Yangqing gave him some hints, he would charge into battle without hesitation.

Soon, a fierce bloody fight broke out in the bus.

After his strength was improved, the wolf demon fought one against five people. His movements were swift and his martial arts were vigorous. Every move he made was a killing move that hit the vital parts.

His claws were like sharp blades, and every swing would bring up a splash of blood.

Although the five vampires have become stronger, they are still vulnerable to the wolf demon.

boom!
A vampire was slapped away by the wolf demon's claw and hit the wall of the car heavily, letting out a scream.

Click!

The other vampire's neck was directly broken by the wolf demon, and his body fell limply to the ground.

The wolf demon's movements were clean and neat, without any delay.

Before long, he had killed all five vampires, and their bodies were scattered all over the carriage.

"Brother Tiger, it's done."

The wolf demon shook off the blood on his hands and spoke in a relaxed tone.

Zhang Yangqing nodded and signaled him to throw the body out.

The wolf demon immediately grabbed the vampire's body and threw them out before the car door closed.

Just at this moment, the car door slowly closed.

This is also why Zhang Yangqing said three minutes.

If it takes any longer, we probably won’t be able to get rid of the body.

The other passengers on the bus were not interested in this, as they were already accustomed to such bloody fights.

As long as the ghost messenger is not hit, the black and white ghost messengers will not take action. This is their rule of action.

Moreover, there were traces of fighting on the car, and there was dried blood on the seats, which meant that there was more than one wolf demon fighting here.

Everyone is used to this kind of scene, and it is actually a reminder.

Prompt them to think of something under certain conditions and then fight.

It’s not that Zhang Yangqing didn’t realize this, it’s that his strength is too strong and he has been skipping processes.

In the following stage, people got on and off the bus one after another, and the black and white officials got off after passing two more stations.

In other words, if the chosen ones did not use them to get rid of the vampires before they got off the bus, then the journey would be dangerous.

Like Zhang Yangqing, the chosen ones with stronger observation skills all made one judgment.

That means the bus keeps turning left.

Even if you can't see what's happening outside, you can tell from here that the bus is in a loop and will reach its destination soon.

During this stage, Zhang Yangqing kept skipping levels and even passed the level without experiencing the illusion.

Only by looking at Jones's side can we understand what happened.

Jones and the little girl stayed in the car the whole time, and the atmosphere in the car was so depressing that it made people feel breathless.

Jones told the little girl to alert him if someone came. After all, he was a human being, and the little girl was temporarily dead and could see things that Jones could not see. Those two vampires were them.

Jones kept looking out the window, fearing that he would miss his stop.

After all, Rule 7 clearly states that the bus runs from 12:10 a.m. to 5:10 a.m. If you don't get off the bus after this time, you will most likely die. The little girl nodded, and the two of them had a clear division of labor.

After about seven or eight stops, Jones felt something was suddenly wrong inside the car, as if an evil and invisible entity had boarded the car.

There was a rotten smell in the air that made people shudder.

The little girl suddenly shivered, lowered her head and dared not look, her body curled up tightly in her seat.

After the terrifying thing passed by, she told Jones in a trembling voice: "A terrifying creature with a human shape but full of mouths passed by and sat in the second to last row."

Jones' scalp tingled when he heard this, and an image of a monster covered with mouths appeared in his mind.

He had never heard of such a creature, but just imagining it made him feel sick and terrified.

He whispered, "Can you see its feet?"

The little girl shook her head and said weakly: "Its body is blocked by the seat. I can't see it."

Jones' heart sank, knowing that this monster probably did not meet the requirements of Rule 3 and could not be easily approached.

He decided to ignore it for the time being. As long as it didn't cause trouble, he wouldn't provoke it.

But not long after the bus started, the sound of a baby crying was suddenly heard in the car.

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if countless babies were crying at the same time. The sound echoed in the carriage, giving people a splitting headache.

Jones only felt a blur in front of his eyes, the sky was spinning, and the whole world was shaking.

He realized that this must have triggered Rule 6.

[Rule 6: If you hear a baby crying in the car, do not look for the source of the sound. This is normal and do not show any abnormal behavior.]

He suppressed his discomfort and glanced at the little girl next to him.

The little girl didn't seem to be affected at all, she still sat quietly, but there was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Jones suddenly realized that the baby's crying should be detecting whether there are humans in the car.

Humans react differently from ghosts, and if you behave abnormally, the ghost that made the sound will most likely kill you.

Thinking of this, Jones clenched his teeth, endured the headache and dizziness, and observed the reactions of other passengers around him.

The doctor sat in his seat with an expressionless face, looking blankly ahead, indifferent to everything around him.

Jones followed the doctor's example and stared blankly ahead, even though his brain was almost torn apart by the shrill crying.

Time seemed to be stretched countless times, and every second seemed as long as a century.

Cold sweat oozed from Jones' forehead. His fingers were tightly clasped on the armrests of the seat, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

His consciousness began to blur, and the scene before his eyes gradually became distorted, as if the whole world was collapsing.

Finally, after a dizzying moment, Jones began to regain consciousness.

He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was no longer on the bus, but in a dim building.

A faint light flickered overhead, making a crackling sound of electricity, as if it would go out at any time.

Jones looked around and found himself standing in a large hall surrounded by coffins.

The lid of the coffin was half open, and it was pitch black inside, and it felt like something would crawl out at any moment.

There was a strong smell of decay in the air, and the walls were covered with mold and cracks, as if no one had taken care of it for a long time.

A series of "dong dong dong" sounds came from the distance, as if someone was nailing a coffin lid. The sound echoed in the empty hall, and it was particularly harsh.

Jones' pupils suddenly contracted and his heart almost beat out of his chest.

It suddenly occurred to him: Am I in a funeral home?

(End of this chapter)