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

Zhang Yangqing did not refuse. After all, having an extra "tool god" in the car might come in handy at a critical moment.

He looked at the time and saw that there were still about ten minutes left, so he got out of the car and handed the car sticker to the wolf demon.

The wolf demon understood and put the sticker on the car, and then Zhang Yangqing went to where the other racers were.

A quick look is needed here to see which racer is acting out of character.

Zhang Yangqing took a quick look and saw more than twenty racing cars. Most of the drivers were chatting nearby, looking relaxed and comfortable.

Including the man with earrings and those provocative people just now, they may know the rules, but it is indeed their first time to participate in the death track. You will know this just by asking.

Zhang Yangqing's eyes quickly locked onto a long-haired male racing driver.

The racing driver was already sitting in the car with a serious expression. He kept relaxing his hands and adjusting his breathing. It felt as if he was about to face fear.

Zhang Yangqing could tell at a glance that this guy must have experienced painful torture, which was why he had such a reaction.

This means that he has entered the death track before, and this time he was forced to do the second round.

If other chosen ones come here and find him, they will definitely talk to him and ask him what to do. They will be able to get clues by completing his tasks.

Zhang Yangqing was different. He waved the wolf demon over and whispered a few words in its ear.

The wolf demon nodded, a sly smile on his face, then he walked over and said to the long-haired male racer in the driver's seat: "Hey, you are so timid, and you still come to race on the track? Your hands are shaking so badly, just go back quickly."

His words sounded very villainous, and the long-haired man was so angry that he got out of the car and prepared to beat the wolf demon to let him know his place.

But the wolf demon was extremely powerful and beat him up instead.

The long-haired man is a racing driver after all and has good physical fitness, but he is no match for the wolf demon and is beaten black and blue in the face in just a few hits.

Just when the long-haired man was about to collapse, Zhang Yangqing took action and subdued the wolf demon, preventing the long-haired man from being beaten further.

The wolf demon left angrily, still muttering: "You're lucky!"

Zhang Yangqing helped the long-haired man up and asked gently, "Are you okay? What happened just now?"

It was all an act, but the long-haired man was obviously fooled.

He didn't know that the wolf demon and Zhang Yangqing were in cahoots. He just thought that Zhang Yangqing was a good man who saved his life.

He rubbed his swollen face, sighed, and said, "Thank you, that guy is really sick, but he is really strong!"

Zhang Yangqing smiled slightly and said, "It's not a big problem. If he comes again, I will help you deal with him."

This sentence can indeed win the long-haired man's favor, after all, Zhang Yangqing can be said to have "saved him".

Seeing Zhang Yangqing's kindness, the long-haired man said, "Thank you very much. You look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded and replied, "Yes, I came here because I heard there would be a reward after the race."

The long-haired man looked around and confirmed that no one was paying attention to them. He whispered, "I've actually run the death track once before. That experience was so terrifying that I almost didn't come back alive. If I wasn't forced to do it this time, I would never do it again."

It seems that this guy also has rules that he must abide by, or props that he wants to obtain.

Zhang Yangqing pretended to be puzzled and asked, "It's just a race car, is it that dangerous?"

The long-haired man hesitated for a moment, but thinking of how Zhang Yangqing had just saved him, he whispered, "Hey, even though there are many racers here, only less than 20% can reach the finish line alive. I'll tell you some secrets, don't tell anyone else." Zhang Yangqing nodded. He knew that he could get information now.

The long-haired man continued, "In the death track, don't be at the front or the back, just stay in the middle, and you will be able to reach the finish line alive. Also, be careful, at certain stages, there will be strange cars, don't get close to them, otherwise you will be contaminated by them."

This is all the information the long-haired man can provide. He actually wants to say that Zhang Yangqing is a good person, and if you can avoid running on this death track, try not to run.

But considering that everyone came here for a reason, I didn't say anything.

After listening to him, Zhang Yangqing said he understood and returned to the car.

Not every chosen one can learn his method of obtaining intelligence.

After all, if you are not strong, you really can't use this trick. The long-haired man is only weaker than Zhang Yangqing and the wolf demon, which does not mean he is weaker than other chosen ones.

In the taxi, the God of Fertility saw all of this.

After Zhang Yangqing got on the car, it gave a thumbs up and said, "Awesome! You humans are really good at psychological warfare."

Zhang Yangqing glanced at it and said calmly: "Do you believe I will throw you out?"

God of Childbirth: “.”

It immediately shut its mouth, stopped wagging its tail, and lay obediently on the seat, pretending it didn't exist.

He is probably the only one who is so shameless in being a god.

But he had no choice, because the last god who wanted to deal with Zhang Yangqing had already been defeated by him.

As the departure time approaches, the racers get into their cars one after another.

Zhang Yangqing took a quick look and found that there were a total of twenty-five cars. Each of them had been carefully modified, with dazzling patterns painted on the body, showing off their personality, and the headlights flashing in the night.

Following the long-haired man's instructions, he parked the taxi in the middle of the convoy, neither in the front nor in the back.

On the track in front of me, a huge countdown board lit up and red numbers began to jump: "3, 2, 1..."

As the "1" disappeared, the green light came on instantly, and all the cars rushed into the track like wild horses.

The roar of the engine was deafening, the tires made a harsh scream as they rubbed against the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline and burning rubber.

Zhang Yangqing stepped on the accelerator, the taxi's engine burst out with powerful power, and the taxi body rushed out like an arrow.

He had excellent driving skills and quickly caught up with the car in front of him, maintaining a steady position in the middle.

On the track, twenty-five racing cars quickly got into action, with their tails emitting blue flames, like streaks of lightning across the night sky.

The tires left deep marks on the ground, dust was flying, and the air was filled with tension and excitement.

There were many spectators standing on both sides of the track. Their hats were blown away by the wind created by the speeding cars, and their skirts swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Some people waved their flags excitedly, while others covered their ears nervously for fear of being deafened by the roar of the engine.

What no one knows is that the journey of death has begun, and the death track is not as scary as the name suggests! .

(End of this chapter)