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

The taxi was driving in the suburbs late at night and gradually drove into a very strange road.

The fog around us was getting thicker and thicker, as if we were about to enter some special area.

In the fog, some unknown things were moving from time to time, so fast that it was difficult to catch them.

Occasionally a dark shadow would "whoosh" past the front of the car, bringing with it a gust of cold wind that made people feel a chill down their spines.

The wolf demon was sitting in the passenger seat with a frown on his face. He couldn't help but say to the yellow-haired man in the back seat, "Dude, are you sure this is the right road? This place doesn't look like a normal highway entrance."

The yellow-haired man was also a little confused and scratched his head: "It should be correct, I also find it strange, where does all the white fog come from? I remember that this place was not like this when I came here last time."

Zhang Yangqing didn't say anything, he held the steering wheel firmly with both hands and stared straight ahead.

His identity as a driver gave him certain special abilities. Even in thick fog, he could barely see the road conditions ahead.

However, the driving speed had to be slowed down to avoid hitting something strange or falling into a dangerous place.

As the taxi slowly moved forward, the fog seemed to gradually "peel off" and the scene in front of us became clearer.

Suddenly, a gloomy building slowly appeared in the field of vision. It was a dilapidated highway toll station.

The structure of the toll station is not complicated, but it looks particularly strange at this moment.

The ceiling of the toll booth was covered with rust, and a few broken light tubes hung on it, emitting a faint, flickering light that seemed like it would go out at any time.

The glass windows of the toll booth were pitch black, as if they had been painted black from the inside. It was impossible to see what was going on inside, and people were afraid to get close.

The railings were covered in dark red blood and there were several deep scratches on the ground, probably because some huge object had been dragged there.

The most horrifying thing was that the entire toll station was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhang Yangqing parked the car near the toll booth and got out with the wolf demon to observe the situation.

The yellow-haired man was still very cowardly, but he still tiptoed out of the car.

He looked so scared that it seemed like he would run back to the car immediately if he encountered any danger.

Zhang Yangqing walked to the toll booth and saw several headless corpses scattered on the ground. Their postures were distorted, but their expressions were empty. It seemed that they died very quickly and didn't know how they died, so they didn't react.

In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a smell of oil in the air, and there were some traces of passing vehicles on the ground.

Zhang Yangqing glanced around the toll station and began to recall the rules. There was a rule that applied to this place, and that was Rule 21.

[Rule 21: The speed limit sign on the highway is wrong. Please drive according to the correct speed limit, otherwise you will die. ]

"Do you know what the speed limit is on this highway?" Zhang Yangqing asked the yellow-haired man in a low voice.

The yellow-haired man shook his head, a trace of helplessness on his face: "My memory is not very complete. At that time, my body was controlled by the secondary personality. I don't know how he got out, but I feel that this road must be right. There is a familiar feeling."

The polygraph duck on Zhang Yangqing did not vibrate, indicating that the yellow-haired man was not lying.

Since he doesn't know, then let's see if there is anyone alive here.

Zhang Yangqing must be very brave. He just picked up his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and checked near the toll gate. He found that there was no one inside and there was even a moldy smell.

"It seems that the world of ghost stories really doesn't intend to tell me the speed so easily."

With this in mind, the question now becomes how to determine the correct speed limit without being told.

The faster the highway, the better. The only way is to wait for other vehicles to enter and follow them.

And you have to follow the right one. If you follow the wrong one, everyone will probably die together. This is the pitfall of the world of ghost stories. Only vehicles that often drive to City Z can know the correct speed.

How to know which car is the one that frequently enters City Z requires the observation and judgment of the Chosen Ones.

Zhang Yangqing is not omnipotent. He also needs to obtain intelligence before he can analyze it.

Time passed by minute by minute, and there was still deathly silence around the toll booth.

Occasionally, some strange sounds were heard in the fog, and those strange creatures seemed to be approaching. They might be the culprits for the corpses here.

Zhang Yangqing and the wolf demon didn't feel there was anything to be afraid of in this depressing atmosphere. They didn't care about these little weird things even when the evil god was attacking them.

In order not to disrupt the process, Zhang Yangqing did not take action, nor did he allow the wolf demon to take action for the time being.

The two of them were leaning against the toll booth. The yellow-haired man was timid, so he sat in the back seat of the taxi and observed the surrounding situation from the window.

The car keys are in Zhang Yangqing's hand, and the taxi cannot start without the keys.

Even though the yellow-haired man is timid, he cannot let go.

It would be a big joke if the taxi took him away.

Getting out of the car and taking out the key is also a habit of many chosen ones.

Even if the taxi looks shabby, it is the fate of the chosen one.

Just as Zhang Yangqing yawned, a low engine sound suddenly came from the distance.

Zhang Yangqing's eyes instantly locked onto the source of the sound, and saw a black car slowly driving out of the fog. The body of the car was covered with strange symbols, and the headlights emitted a faint blue light.

It looks like we have to pass this toll booth.

The wolf demon followed the instructions and prepared to stop the car.

Because Zhang Yangqing judged that the best way was to stop the driver and ask for clues from him.

As the younger brother, the wolf demon is definitely the one who does this kind of small thing.

But a strange scene appeared. The wolf demon blocked the middle of the road and waved to the black car to stop. However, the car not only did not slow down, but began to accelerate. The engine made a low roar, as if a ferocious beast was pouncing on it.

The wolf demon's reaction was not fast, but Zhang Yangqing's reaction was extremely fast.

With quick eyes and hands, he grabbed the wolf demon's shoulder and pulled him back to the safe area of ​​the toll station.

The black sedan whizzed past the wolf demon, bringing up a gust of cold wind; its wheels rolled over the blood on the ground, splashing a dark red liquid.

After the wolf demon was pulled back, he was still a little dazed and his heart was beating wildly.

He looked down at his clothes and found that his cuffs were stained red with blood splashed by the wheels. He was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it, are you trying to kill me by driving so fast?" the wolf demon cursed in shock, with a tremor in his voice.

Zhang Yangqing patted his shoulder calmly and said, "He seems to really want to kill you."

The wolf demon was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why? I didn't offend him."

(End of this chapter)