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

Although this mouthless monster cannot speak, it looks rather unusual.

The eerie feeling was indescribable—was it danger? Or just strange?
It stared at the mouthless face, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't quite put its finger on it.

Actually, at this moment, Zhang Yangqing was subconsciously observing.

Zhang Yangqing had seen countless people, and to be honest, if it weren't for Zhang Yangqing, a "max-level" character, being played by the strange consciousness, the strange consciousness might have been dealt with by this guy.

The lack of a mouth is very eerie, and Zhang Yangqing has his own way of observing it, which is to look at its wounds.

At first glance, all the Chosen Ones and the supernatural consciousnesses might think, "This guy is so weak. He's been beaten up like this and can only hide in a safe house."

Actually, that's not the case. Those wounds were left by high-level monsters.

Judging from the shape and depth of the scratches, he was attacked by more than one animal.

To survive an attack of this magnitude and escape here alive, one must be a formidable character.

Of course, this danger is only relative to other chosen ones.

Since the strange consciousness is using Zhang Yangqing's max-level account, there's really nothing to worry about.

But Zhang Yangqing was more interested in the mouthless and mysterious identity.

After observing for a while, he had already made a judgment in his mind: if he was not mistaken, this guy should be a "magician".

Zhang Yangqing had encountered this profession more than once in the world of supernatural tales.

Even though the Mouthless Eerie One wasn't wearing flashy clothes or using props like playing cards, his demeanor was just too similar.

Those hands were long and steady, with distinct knuckles—the kind of hands only someone who has practiced hand techniques for many years would have.

Her collar was slightly open, revealing a small section of her collarbone, on which there was a faint, long scar, as if it had been left by some kind of fine line.

Magicians like to use this type of prop, so his identity makes sense.

So, how could a gambler possibly beat a "professional player," even if he rigged the dice?
Moreover, for the chosen ones to gamble against the gamblers, they must first understand the rules.

They might try to create loopholes in the rules, since you're not familiar with them.

But this mouthless monster is an indigenous person, how could he not understand the rules?

This is what Zhang Yangqing analyzed after just one glance.

Detailed and comprehensive.

This is also the difference between Zhang Yangqing and others.

The supernatural consciousness certainly doesn't have that ability.

Perhaps, like most chosen ones, it's based on intuition and luck?

But his feeling was indeed correct; seeking help from someone who had no mouth was more reliable than gambling on his own.

Faced with the question from the eerie consciousness, the mouthless creature raised its head, glanced at him with its expressionless eyes, then lowered its head again, continuing to cover its wound without any reaction.

The strange consciousness was somewhat incomprehensible.

How come this guy is even harder to deal with than that dimwit?

Just then, Zhang Yangqing's voice came from his mind, lazy and instructing a beginner: "Treat his wounds directly. Note that you should 'accidentally' show your strength, but you can't let that gambler notice."

The eerie consciousness answered internally, "Understood."

Without another word, it reached out and grabbed the mouthless, eerie hand that was covering its wound.

The mouthless creature instinctively shrank back, a hint of wariness flashing in its eyes. But the strange consciousness moved faster, pressing down on his shoulder with one hand and placing its other hand directly on the still-bleeding wound.

The mouthless creature struggled strangely for a moment, trying to push him away.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

A pure, eerie energy surged from the eerie consciousness's palm into his wound.

The torn flesh began to heal at a visible speed, the black blood stopped oozing, and the edges of the wounds began to shrink and scab over.

The mouthless man's eerie gaze changed.

He looked up at the face of the eerie consciousness, half of which was covered with strange patterns, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions: shock, confusion, and a hint of gratitude.

His struggles lessened until he finally gave up resisting completely, allowing the strange consciousness to heal him.

The eerie consciousness was secretly pleased. Of course, it didn't have that ability. This healing technique was something it had stolen from Zhang Yangqing's "random" skills.

Although it's just a small amount, it's more than enough to treat a wound of this severity.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing taught him a lot of things, all of which were directly 'transmitted' to him, so he knows a lot.

However, there was one thing Zhang Yangqing wasn't entirely satisfied with: the strange consciousness wasn't very proficient in its studies. It only learned a little bit of everything, and once it felt enough, it stopped learning.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing was training him in this way because he was treating him as a pawn.

In this world of supernatural tales, Zhang Yangqing has his own plans.

If the worlds of ghost stories are all interconnected—of course, Zhang Yangqing is assuming this is true, because he hasn't found any 'conclusive' evidence yet.

If that's the case, then I can find someone to host my 'alt account' so I can use my main account to explore the Strange Tales world later.

Moreover, this alternate account has another unique feature: its identity is mysterious. Mysterious beings can do things that humans cannot, and they might be a surprise weapon.

Speaking of bizarre alternate accounts, Zhang Yangqing actually has another one, which is the account at the Marek headquarters in the previous ghost story. However, those who know, know, that account has already been ruined by Zhang Yangqing and is no longer of much significance.

So when Zhang Yangqing was dealing with his own affairs, he took the time to train his supernatural consciousness, which was to awaken his intelligence so that he could continue training his account after he left the world of supernatural tales.

Who wouldn't like a free game boosting service?

Inside the safe house, with the help of the eerie consciousness, the mouthless eerie wound quickly healed completely, leaving only a faint scar.

The mouthless creature looked down at its back, then looked up at the eerie consciousness, and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he did something that surprised the eerie consciousness: he raised his hand, put his long index and middle fingers together, drew a strange symbol on his chest, and then nodded slightly at the eerie consciousness.

Is this some kind of gesture of gratitude?
Although the strange consciousness was incomprehensible, it could be guessed that it was expressing goodwill.

It grinned and waved its hand: "It's nothing, don't mention it."

The mouthless eerie figure stood up, stretched his limbs, and then turned his gaze to the heartless eerie figure still fiddling with dice in the corner.

He walked over and sat down opposite the gambler.

The Heartless Strangeness paused for a moment, then looked up at the "wounded" person who had just been huddled in the corner, and then at the Strange Consciousness, a hint of surprise flashing in its eyes.

It gave a dry laugh: "What? You've changed people? Fine, it doesn't matter who comes."

The mouthless creature nodded strangely, pointed to the dice on the table, then to itself, its meaning clear: I'll bet with you.

The grotesque, toothless creature grinned, revealing a greedy smile through its gaping, black mouth: "Alright. But let's make the rules clear first." (End of Chapter)