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

The street where flyers are distributed has relatively high traffic volume.

The so-called many means that people pass by from time to time.

These passers-by were rather gloomy, not talkative, and had their own things to do.

Zhang Yang has a stronger ability to judge. He thinks there must be clues in the world of ghost stories, but it depends on whether the chosen ones can analyze them.

In front of me is a Lolita girl who is over two meters tall. Let’s just call her a girl for now.

When Zhang Yangqing passed by her, he smelled the scent of candles.

If it were a winery, it shouldn't smell like candles.

In fact, some of the smarter Chosen Ones have thought of this and are looking for flyers who smell of alcohol.

But the problem was that they looked around the area and really couldn't find it, so they thought their judgment might be wrong.

Zhang Yangqing thought so at first, until he came in front of a young man handing out flyers. A sour and foul smell from his body suddenly rushed into his nose, like the fermented smell of gastric juice mixed with swill that had been rotten for three days in a bucket.

Perhaps many chosen ones did not react, but Zhang Yangqing did, and this was most likely the smell of vomit after drinking.

He was also a little speechless. Are the prompts so abstract now?
Zhang Yangqing took the flyer from the young man and opened it. It was indeed a flyer from the Orange Gold Brewery.

Like other chosen ones, the countdown to death had already begun when he received the flyer.

Even if the rules are not written down, it is easy to feel them through changes in the body.

Zhang Yangqing didn't think too much and went directly to the address written on the flyer.

The footsteps of the man and four beasts echoed in the cold street.

After crossing two streets and turning three intersections, Zhang Yangqing stopped.

The street ahead was shrouded in an eerie white.

Paper money fell like snowflakes, spinning slowly in the mist.

A dozen round tables were neatly arranged, with three or four expressionless diners sitting around each table.

They picked up the food mechanically, and their chewing movements were uniform, as if they were controlled by invisible threads.

A pitch-black coffin was placed in the center, with a photo of the deceased placed in front of it.

The old man's face in the photo was blurry, but the corners of his mouth were strangely upturned, as if he was smiling.

White candles burned on both sides of the coffin, the flames did not move at all, and there was not even a trace of smoke.

The edge of the flyer in Zhang Yangqing's hand had begun to curl, and invisible flames were devouring the paper bit by bit. If he didn't pass through quickly, he would most likely die here.

But if you can't find the right way to pass, you will become a part of the funeral and stay here forever.

As a chosen one with more experience, Zhang Yangqing started observing and looking for differences immediately.

Suddenly, he noticed a man wearing sunglasses in the corner. Although his movements were as mechanical as those of the others, his fingers were trembling slightly.

Even though I didn't see his eyes, it looked like he wasn't hit.

Zhang Yangqing felt that perhaps he was giving a hint that to pass this place, one just needed to not see something.

Different Chosen Ones have different playing styles here.

Ordinary Chosen Ones can use the pet's keen perception, close their eyes with the pet, and under the guidance of the pet, avoid the surrounding diners and pass through this area.

But one thing to note is to avoid the area where the man in sunglasses is to avoid accidents.

After seeing how the Chosen One passed, the man in sunglasses would probably know how to pass as well.

The chosen ones with special abilities like the Pope rely on listening to the sounds to locate themselves, because the diners make noises when chewing and eating. As long as they avoid these sounds, they can judge for themselves.

Zhang Yangqing was outrageous. He just took a look, then closed his eyes and walked forward according to the route he remembered.

The speed was so fast that the audience wondered if this guy was walking with his eyes open.

This is underestimating Zhang Yangqing. The fact that Zhang Yangqing can take a look at the terrain is already a respect for the world of ghost stories.

But don't forget, he has played a blind man before, so closing his eyes is really not a big problem for him.

After passing the funeral area, Zhang Yangqing continued walking towards the winery.

The fog seemed to be even thicker, visibility was less than five meters, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the footsteps of the four pets echoing on the stone road.

After walking for less than twenty seconds, a pair of faint green lights suddenly emerged from the fog ahead.

As the distance got closer, a skinny black wolf slowly appeared.

Its ribs were clearly visible and its fur was dull, but its eyes were flashing with a ferocious light.

Even weirder was the fact that its claws were covered in dried blood and there were a few suspicious wisps of hair hanging from the corners of its mouth.

Don't be fooled by its thinness, but anyone facing its chosen one can feel its explosive power.

The four pets immediately entered combat mode: the white-haired monkey lowered its body with its claws shining coldly; golden light flowed through the mane monkey's body; the black-backed monkey king's muscles bulged; and the broken-horned goat pawed the ground with its hooves, its amber eyes fixed on the black wolf.

As long as Zhang Yangqing gives the order, a bloody battle will surely break out here.

Just when the situation was tense, the black wolf suddenly bent its front legs and knelt down with a plop.

This action triggers Rule 3, which states that when an animal is seen bowing, if it is a carnivore, it must be fed within five minutes.

In fact, when Zhang Yangqing saw the black wolf, he was already prepared. He took out a skewer of meat from his arms and threw it over.

The black wolf grabbed the skewer of meat nimbly, but did not swallow it immediately. Instead, it nodded up and down in gratitude.

Zhang Yangqing keenly noticed that its belly was slightly drooping, and it should be a female wolf that was lactating.

Zhang Yangqing carefully observed the black wolf's movements. It held the skewer of meat in its mouth and looked back into the depths of the fog from time to time, obviously wanting to take it back for its cubs.

What’s even more heartbreaking is that even though it was so hungry, it didn’t even steal a single bite.

"Wait, these are for you too."

After noticing these details, Zhang Yangqing called Heilang and took out a few skewers of meat and threw them over to him.

This time the black wolf put down the skewers and let out a few short whimpers, as if to say thank you.

It carefully gathered all the skewers of meat with its front paws and held them in its mouth before turning around and disappearing into the mist.

Zhang Yangqing's actions are not just about pitying the mother wolf. As the chosen one, this kind of pitiful mentality is actually the most dangerous and can easily lead to his sudden death.

The reason why the mother wolf was given some food was actually due to the rules. If the rules did not mention it, Zhang Yangqing would definitely not have done it.

Considering his own identity, that is a beast tamer, there must be a lot of bonds and beasts involved in this strange story.

Having more good interactions with animals may bring certain benefits to your future.

This is what Taoism calls making good connections, and it is also about cause and effect.

Maybe this female wolf is full and has strong fighting power? After all, even when it is weak, its fighting power is not weak.

Or maybe, its children are some "exotic beasts" or "fantasy beasts"?

(End of this chapter)