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

When the boy with the single white eye saw the chairman looking over, he quickly held up the largest skewer of grilled meat in his hand and enthusiastically called out, "Uncle! Come and eat! You're the best, you must be hungry, right? This biggest skewer is for you!"

The other three children chimed in, handing him the best-looking skewers of meat they had.

Looking at the joyful barbecue scene, and then at the stains and slightly disordered breath he had accumulated during his earlier fight, the chairman was speechless for a moment.

The prepared boastful remarks got stuck in his throat, and in the end, he could only swallow them back down as a breath.

He walked over, took the roasted meat the children offered, and began to eat it in silence.

Not to mention, it tastes really good.

It only takes a few minutes to eat.

However, the audience outside the big screen, as well as the chairman on site, began to realize that something was wrong.

As their stay increased and they inhaled more and more mist, a subtle but real sense of sluggishness began to creep into their senses and thoughts.

For top experts like the chairman and Zhang Yangqing, any change in their physical functions is extremely sensitive.

The chairman put down the cleaned twig, his brows furrowing slightly. He looked at Zhang Yangqing, who remained calm and composed, and said with a hint of seriousness in his voice, "The effects of this fog seem to be getting more and more obvious. What should we do?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yangqing looked at him with a slightly surprised expression and asked, "Didn't I already tell you what to do?"

The chairman was stunned, completely dumbfounded: "What did you say?"

He quickly recalled all their conversations after entering the area, but had no recollection of Zhang Yangqing providing any specific solutions.

Zhang Yangqing gave him a speechless look that said, "Your memory is hopeless." He then reminded him, "Didn't I tell you that if you encounter a 'Mountain Patrol Envoy,' whose form is half bone and half mist, you should lower your head, stand still, and let them pass? Those who disobey will have their bones extracted and their souls sucked out."

The chairman nodded: "That's right! But this is clearly a warning for avoiding danger when encountering the mountain patrol! What does it have to do with this fog?"

Zhang Yangqing sighed, as if instructing a slow-witted student: "Use your brain. Isn't the fog here caused by the power of the mountain patrol? The reason the rules specifically mention it and provide a solution is only two possibilities..."
First, if we encounter it easily from the start, then this is purely a risk-averse intelligence report.
Secondly, if we haven't encountered it and remain trapped in its fog like we are now, then this rule is a reminder that we must actively seek it out! Only by finding it can we fundamentally solve the problem!

The chairman wasn't stupid either. After Zhang Yangqing's explanation, he suddenly understood and his eyes lit up: "I see! I get it now!"

Zhang Yangqing continued, as if testing him, "Then, in your opinion, how should we find this elusive patrol officer?"

The chairman, his mind exceptionally clear at this moment, immediately replied, "You just said that this fog was created by the Mountain Patrol Envoy! Therefore, the fog must be densest around its location! We just need to head towards the place with the densest fog and the strongest suppression of the rules, and we will definitely find it!"

Zhang Yangqing nodded in satisfaction and praised without reservation: "As expected of the chairman, your comprehension is superb."

The chairman was delighted by the perfectly timed flattery, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. The slight frustration he had felt earlier from his failed attempt to show off vanished, and he even felt a little smug.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing could have simply stated his plan and judgment directly. However, he deliberately used this method of guiding, questioning, and finally affirming the other party's "wisdom." His purpose was to continuously reinforce the chairman's perception: Zhang Yangqing's intelligence is absolutely correct, Zhang Yangqing's mind is absolutely sharp, and listening to Zhang Yangqing is absolutely the right thing to do!
On the other hand, he was also subtly testing and confirming the intelligence and adaptability of this temporary ally, ensuring that the other party would not falter in the more dangerous stages to come.

At this point, the viewers watching on the big screen completely lost their composure, and the live chat exploded with comments:

Huh? It's broken already? I was waiting to see Zhang Tianshi and the Chairman's love-hate relationship!
Upstairs, you're overthinking it. With Zhang Tianshi, problems that can be solved with brains never require physical intervention (referring to internal strife). Of course it can be solved! Theoretically, every danger in the world of supernatural tales has a solution; it's just that most people can't think of one!

Zhang Tianshi's move was on fire! Not only did he solve the problem, but he also managed to completely fool the chairman, increasing his loyalty by 10086!

Chairman: So I'm that smart? Zhang Tianshi: No, I just wanted you to think you're smart.

LOL, is this how high-level games are played? I've learned something new!
In the world of supernatural tales, now that the direction for breaking the deadlock has been clearly identified, the chairman's confidence has increased significantly.

He consciously shouldered the responsibility of being a "pioneer," taking the lead and driving everyone forward towards the direction where the fog was thickest and the rule-based pressure was strongest.
With someone willing to take the plunge, Zhang Yangqing was naturally happy to relax and leisurely followed behind the group, while also keeping an eye on the four nervous and curious children.

The deeper you go, the weirder the surrounding scenery becomes.

The fog was so thick it was almost impossible to disperse, visibility was less than ten meters, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The eerie creatures lurking in the fog have become more abstract and powerful; they are no longer merely pseudo-human forms.

Sometimes it is a writhing aggregate of shadows, sometimes a fleshy mass pieced together from countless eyeballs, and sometimes even a spatial rift that twists and turns, emitting a piercing scream.

There was an even more terrifying aura that could make one's heart tremble. Even if one could not see its true form, the pressure emanating from the level of life and the level of rules was enough to make one's soul tremble. Even the chairman had to be on high alert and carefully avoid it.

However, after the group went through "many hardships," mainly the chairman who spent some effort clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers in front, and finally arrived at the core of this misty area, the expected earth-shattering battle with the terrifying mountain patrolmen did not occur. Instead, the scene before them brought a surprising contrast.

In a relatively open space, a large figure was pacing back and forth, looking somewhat anxious and confused.

That must be the mountain patrol officer.

Its shape is indeed as described in the rules, "half bone, half mist".

The lower body was entirely composed of a dense, almost tangible, grayish-white mist that constantly churned and flowed, while the upper body was a huge, pale skeletal frame covered with strange and ancient patterns, devoid of flesh and blood, consisting only of bones.

Its head was a huge skull resembling that of some ancient creature, with two dark blue flames burning in its eye sockets, flames that seemed capable of freezing the soul.

In its hand it also held a long halberd with an ancient design, formed from mist and bones.

Judging by its appearance alone, it's absolutely terrifying enough to stop a child from crying at night.

However, its behavior at this moment is completely at odds with its outward appearance.

It did not show any strong desire to attack; it simply wandered back and forth in the open space, its huge bony feet making dull "thump-thump" sounds as they stomped on the ground, stopping from time to time.

It looked left and right with its eyes burning with eerie blue flames, like a big guy who was lost at a crossroads and didn't know which way to go.

The dense mist emanating from it seems to be a result of its unconscious, persistent state of lingering power release.

The chairman was dumbfounded upon seeing this, his prepared fighting stance relaxing slightly. "This is the Mountain Patrol Envoy? He seems a bit stupid." (End of Chapter)