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

The chairman's expression seemed to say, "I'm already feeling the fighting spirit, and this is what you show me?"

Zhang Yangqing remained calm. He observed the patrol officer's movement pattern and the few barely visible exits of the path shrouded in thick fog in the area it lingered in, and he had already made up his mind.

Zhang Yangqing said in a low voice, "The rules state that the way to deal with it is to lower your head, stand still, and let it pass, but the rules definitely don't explain it clearly."
Based on our current observations, it is not particularly aggressive. As long as we don't violate the taboo of 'looking directly at' it, it is unlikely to attack unprovoked. It seems to be lost now, and we need to 'guide' it away.

Because experienced Chosen Ones know that the rules are often not fully explained and need to be supplemented by the Chosen Ones themselves based on observation and other information.

This is the test of the ghost story world.

If you observe well, you can pass the test.

If it wasn't observed, that's what's called a pitfall.

Just like most chosen ones, even if they can't decipher the language of that white pseudo-human, they can still decipher the rules.

However, many chosen ones dared not venture too deep into the fog, thus missing this opportunity to pass quickly and leading to some dangerous outcomes.

"Guidance? How do you provide guidance?" the chairman asked, puzzled.

Zhang Yangqing did not answer directly, but first asked the four children beside him in a low voice to confirm that one of the paths led to their village.

Then, he gestured for everyone to choose the entrance to the other path.

Following Zhang Yangqing's instructions, the group arrived at the entrance of a path that was relatively far from the village. They all lowered their heads, staring at their toes, their bodies motionless, like statues.

The patrolling envoy seemed to sense their presence, turning his massive body towards them, his deep blue eyes "gazing" at them for a moment.

Perhaps the rules were in effect, or perhaps it understood something from the "heads bowed and standing still" posture of these people, it did not launch an attack, but instead emitted a few low hums that seemed to carry an inquiring tone.

Its enormous mist and skeletal form began to slowly move toward the path guarded by the people.

As it passed by the crowd with their heads down, the immense pressure was almost suffocating, but it truly had no intention of attacking.

Even the chairman realized that this thing was not on the same level as the strange things he had encountered before; it was definitely above him and definitely above Zhang Yangqing.

It is an existence above the original upper limit of the world.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing glanced at the chairman and already guessed what he was thinking.

The chairman must be thinking: Since this world can break through to a higher level, why not try to find a way to do it?

Zhang Yangqing didn't stop him, because Zhang Yangqing thought the same way.

But Zhang Yangqing thought more deeply: what price would be needed to break through the upper limit?
For example, after these outsiders break through the limits, will they trigger any dangerous rules here? Will they face divine punishment when they return to their original world?

These are all unknown dangers, and Zhang Yangqing has a ready-made test subject right beside him. Zhang Yangqing didn't lie to him or force him to do this; it was his own idea. Zhang Yangqing definitely wants to see the results, so he won't stop the chairman from taking the risk.

Before fully entering the path, the mountain patrolman's enormous skull even slightly turned towards the direction in which everyone was bowing their heads, nodding up and down as if to express his gratitude.

Then, its massive form gradually merged into the thicker fog deeper into the path, disappearing into the distance with heavy footsteps.

As the patrolman left, the oppressive, thick fog around them began to thin at a visible rate, and the omnipresent sense of oppressive rule also quickly subsided.

"That's how it's resolved?" The chairman looked at the gradually clearing surroundings, feeling somewhat incredulous.

The fierce battle he had anticipated never happened; instead, it was like pointing the way to a lost giant.

Zhang Yangqing patted off non-existent dust from his body and said calmly, "What else can we do? The rules have already provided a way out; it's just a matter of whether you can understand and apply them. Let's go, take these little guys home, and we can also inquire about the Immortal Tree while we're at it."

Upon seeing the familiar path and the dissipating fog, the four children cheered and looked at Zhang Yangqing and the chairman with eyes full of admiration.

They were overjoyed and planned to lead the way towards the village.

Looking at Zhang Yangqing's nonchalant demeanor, and recalling his own tense preparations just now, the chairman couldn't help but touch his nose and sigh inwardly: Teaming up with this guy is both easy and frustrating!
Just as everyone was about to leave the area and head to the village, Zhang Yangqing suddenly said that there was something he hadn't finished and he needed to go back.

He told the four children to wait where they were.

Although the chairman was puzzled, wondering what was so special about this godforsaken place, he still chose to follow them.

The two remained silent the entire way, relying on their memories and senses to quickly return to the solitary, dense tree that stood out starkly from its surroundings.

At this moment, with the departure of the patrolling envoy, the mist dissipated, and the eerie atmosphere greatly subsided. The "anomaly" in this area was rapidly returning to normal.

The once terrifying white-skinned imposter now leaned weakly against the tree trunk, its form even more ethereal and transparent than before, its breath faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Scattered around it were the remains of other strange, fake people and monsters, all of whom seemed to have rapidly decayed due to the loss of the mist's energy.

The chairman looked around and, apart from the strange tree and the dying white-skinned fake man, didn't find anything unusual. He couldn't help but wonder, "Is there some treasure hidden nearby? Or is there some hidden danger?"

Zhang Yangqing's gaze fell on the dying white-skinned fake man, and he shook his head, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity: "There may be treasure, but more than anything, it's an unfulfilled wish."

The chairman was even more puzzled: "A wish? Where is it?"

Zhang Yangqing pointed to the vibrant tree and asked, "Have you always been curious about that white-skinned fake man? According to the story, he killed his beloved wife, but we only saw him. Where is his wife's body?"

Upon hearing this, the chairman looked sharply at the large tree, an unbelievable thought surfacing in his mind. He exclaimed in surprise, "Are you saying that this tree is a manifestation of his wife?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded, confirming his guess, and continued in a low voice, "That's right. He was overwhelmed with guilt and collapsed because he accidentally killed his lover. Coupled with his severe injuries, he was ultimately twisted by the rules into that bizarre white-skinned pseudo-human appearance."
But the reason he didn't go completely insane like the other pseudo-humans, only knowing how to kill, was because this tree constantly soothed him and purified his frenzied, bloodthirsty emotions. (End of Chapter)