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

The white-haired monkey excitedly took the lucky fruit and held it carefully in his palm.

It first sniffed it with its nose, then licked it gently with its tongue, and its eyes suddenly lit up.

It only took a few bites to eat the fruit clean, even pecking at the last bit of "juice" on the core.

As the white-haired monkey swallowed the fruit, its hair began to glow with a faint silver light, and it seemed as if energy was flowing in its body.

It scratched its head in confusion, obviously not knowing what to do with this power.

There was no way, his comprehension was not high, he just knew that eating this kind of thing could increase his strength.

If you learn some cultivation techniques, your strength will increase exponentially.

The maned monkeys and black-backed monkey kings next to them were drooling, their eyes full of envy.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the maned monkey and gently pointed in a certain direction.

The clever maned monkey immediately understood, jumped to the white-haired monkey, and started to squeak.

Sometimes it patted its abdomen, sometimes took deep breaths, and even directly pressed the white-haired monkey's paw to guide the direction of energy.

The maned monkey has a high level of comprehension, and after being instructed by Zhang Yangqing, it knows how to practice.

So Zhang Yangqing asked it to teach its cultivation method to the white-haired monkey, letting the monkey teach other monkeys, so that the dumber monkeys could also understand how to cultivate.

The maned monkey becomes the translator, passing on the digested content.

Because they felt that everything was given by Zhang Yangqing, and since they were relatively "simple" monkeys, they were taught everything they should be taught.

As for the monkey, it just made some small movements at most, but all of these were seen by Zhang Yangqing, and even the audience could perceive them very intuitively.

Although the black-backed monkey king pretended not to care, his ears perked up and he secretly recorded every movement.

Under the guidance of its peers, the white-haired monkey finally managed to learn the basic breathing methods.

After more than ten minutes, the light on its body gradually faded, and its fur looked softer, brighter and more lustrous than before.

This is what it feels like to digest the energy of the lucky fruit.

Zhang Yangqing was thinking, at this stage, there won't really be a Chosen One eating all by themselves, right? Isn't this just a waste?

As for those chosen ones who had already been eaten and realized it later, they could hardly hold back.

Because what they want is that if they eat the lucky fruit, they won’t be killed by the falling objects.

But if you keep the pet that eats the lucky fruit by your side, it won't be hit, which is equivalent to the Chosen One not being hit.

In Zhang Yangqing's view, he is a beast tamer, and the core of his identity is "beast".

Besides, my body is totally useless.

Zhang Yangqing would definitely give anything valuable to his pet if it could be given to it.

When we arrived at the construction section, the scene before us was shocking.

The towering scaffolding can be vaguely seen in the thick fog, and steel bars hang from the air like sharp swords.

As soon as they stepped into the area, there was a loud "bang" and a steel beam fell less than half a meter away from the Black-backed Monkey King, creating a deep hole in the ground.

The black-backed monkey king took a few steps back, and the broken-horn goat jumped up in fright, but Zhang Yangqing remained calm.

Since the props are obtained according to the rules, there will definitely be no accidents.

The journey that followed was thrilling: rusty nails fell like raindrops, but always stuck behind their footprints; concrete blocks fell with a loud bang, hitting the place where they had stood half a second ago.

Passing through this "haze of bullets", the scene before our eyes became even more bizarre.

The high-rise buildings here are obviously better than the area we were just in. There are also gardens and flower beds. It looks like this should be the city center.

The city center was shrouded in a hazy shadow in the mist of night.

The pedestrians were still the same, eerily indifferent, and no one seemed to care about strangers.

At most, you would take a glance out of the corner of your eye when passing through the fog, and then enter the fog.

When he arrived here, Zhang Yangqing discovered something strange.

Some streets in the city center and nearby parking lots were filled with all kinds of vehicles, but there was not a single driver.

The cars are 'old' but not in bad shape.

It looked like the owner had parked the car here and never drove it again. There was no sound of any engine, and no moving cars were visible.

On the road above the intersection, there was a taxi that had been attacked.

Zhang Yangqing was thinking, should driving be banned in this city?
Driving will attract strange attacks?

Maybe coming to this place is by finding a way to go through another path.

This is not Zhang Yangqing's blind guess, because many clues have already appeared.

At the beginning, Zhang Yangqing, like other chosen ones, collected a lot of clues, but there was no information that could be connected together.

After exploring the area around the winery, Zhang Yangqing made a rough guess.

There are different kinds of 'humans' in this city. The first kind is ordinary people, and the second kind is called tree people, which is the guy who just drank the liquid from Tao Weng.

Hypothetically, tree people attack humans because they want to drink blood.

But due to some rules, they cannot attack humans under normal circumstances.

Only when humans break the rules will they be attacked by them.

Maybe humans drive and release pollutants, or maybe they enter certain special areas, then they will be able to attack humans.

It is hard to say whether this is the case here, but Zhang Yangqing thinks it is possible.

The natives here know that there are tree people among the crowd, and under normal circumstances, tree people are exactly the same as humans, making it difficult for them to judge, so the natives of Chengjin City are all taciturn types.

As long as you show that you are not familiar with this place, the natives may think that you are a tree person from somewhere else, which will put you in danger.

This could explain most of the strange phenomena I've seen since I first arrived here.

Like other chosen ones, Zhang Yangqing came here just to find the Aquarius Circus.

But before that, Zhang Yangqing felt that he might still need to find a [popcorn shop] and a [hamburger shop].

According to the nature of the world of ghost stories, the circus must be located in the area above the most dangerous intersection.

Since there is a brewery on the left, there are probably two shops here that haven't appeared yet.

In addition, some rules have some conditions that are not triggered.

Zhang Yangqing felt that this was definitely a dangerous place.

After sorting out his thoughts, he continued to explore deeper into the streets.

On a street, there are probably only one or two shops open, the rest are closed.

There seemed to be no clues around, and the Chosen One was wandering around like a ghost.

There is no other way, and we cannot ask passers-by, which also limits the Chosen One's intelligence gathering to the greatest extent.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Yangqing decisively chose to mark.

This is something that the rules mention and has happened before.

After searching for a while, Zhang Yangqing felt like cursing.

He did find the sign, but it was blocked by a tree and could not be seen unless one looked carefully.

Zhang Yangqing was a little puzzled. Could it be that the increased difficulty of the ghost stories meant that the clues in them were not so obvious?
In fact, he was still lucky. Some blind chosen ones passed by two or three times without seeing him, and the audience outside the big screen were so anxious that they wanted to call to tell him where he was.

In a remote street in Orange Gold City in the world of ghost stories, there are still two shops with lights on.

Zhang Yangqing asked the white-haired monkeys to climb up the trees and pull apart the branches, trying not to damage the trees as much as possible.

The white-haired monkey received the order and went up directly as if it were flat ground.

When the covering was removed, Zhang Yangqing saw some very abstract patterns on it.

There are cars, people and roads, and the cars are driving on the roads.

Zhang Yangqing took a look and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Isn't this telling me that I can only leave this place by car? But won't I get attacked if I drive?"

(End of this chapter)