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

"The sightseeing bus is the only one where you don't need to pay to get on. There's no ticket seller on board, so you can just hop on. But please remember..."

He raised a finger and his tone became serious.

“If someone gets on the bus claiming to be the ticket seller and asks you for money, ignore them. They are not a real ticket seller; they are ‘something else.’ If you give them money, they might follow you around.”

The eerie consciousness nodded earnestly, taking it to heart.

The eccentric guy added, "Also, drivers like to smoke. Every driver smokes. It's their characteristic. You can smell the smoke and see the cigarette butt as soon as you get in the car. If the driver doesn't smoke, then don't get in the car."

After saying that, it fell silent.

The eerie consciousness waited for a long time, and seeing that it had no intention of continuing, it paused for a moment, thinking, "That's it? That's all the information I have?"

Looking at the strange, half-smiling face of the man with the missing heart, it instantly understood.

Damn it, they're just waiting for me to give them more benefits!

This was something Zhang Yangqing had anticipated long ago.

The eerie consciousness cursed inwardly, but still took out another piece of ore from its pocket and handed it over.

The man with the missing heart smiled and took the bag, continuing, "And then there are trucks and buses."

“Buses are different from sightseeing buses. Buses only stop at designated stops. Sightseeing bus drivers can stop anywhere; they can stop whenever you wave them down. But bus drivers can't; you have to get on and off at designated stops.”

At this point, it pursed its lips, its expression turning somewhat displeased: "The bus conductor is particularly fierce. After we arrive at the stop, you have to get off within three seconds, or they'll just throw you off—literally throw you off, not the kind of 'force you to get off' kind of 'throw you off'."

The eerie consciousness listened, thinking to itself: This guy must have been thrown out before, otherwise he wouldn't hold such a grudge.

The strange man continued, “I don’t know much about trucks, so I don’t dare to ride in one. A truck is like a ride-sharing service. You wave it down, and if the driver stops, you can get in. But truck drivers charge a lot of money. It’s not money, it’s ‘things’. If you want to get in, you have to ask him what he wants first. If you can afford it, he’ll give you a ride. If you can’t, he’ll just drive away.”

It shrugged: "That's all. I've said everything I needed to say."

After saying that, it stood up, patted its rear, and prepared to leave.

But just as it turned around, it suddenly stopped, its gaze inexplicably turning to the silent, mouthless monster not far away.

The eerie senses keenly caught that look and whispered, "What's wrong with him?"

Que Xin hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I'll give you some information for free."

"It is said that many years ago, in the casinos of the surrounding major cities, there was a gambling king who was invincible. No one could beat him. He was a god at the gambling table."

He paused, his tone becoming complicated: "But then one time, he lost, he lost completely. He not only lost all his money, but also his family. What's worse, his opponent took away the most important thing from him. I don't know exactly what it was, but it's said that from then on, he became a joke."

It pointed to the mouthless eerie creature: "I'm not sure if he's that person, but that person is indeed very powerful, and I'm also puzzled as to why he doesn't have a mouth."

After saying that, Que Xin Weiqi waved his hand, indicating that he was leaving first.

Before leaving, it turned back and shouted to the eerie consciousness, "Come visit me sometime! The stakes are still hearts!"

The eerie consciousness in its mind was frantically complaining: "You can only gamble like this in a safe house. If you go anywhere else, we'll beat you to death!"

In other words: No wonder you're staying in the safe house, there must be a lot of people who want to kill you, right?

Despite the complaints, it didn't stop them.

The heartless, eerie figure quickly disappeared into the mist, leaving only the eerie consciousness and the mouthless eerie figure standing by the roadside.

The eerie consciousness turned its head and looked at the mouthless monster.

The mouthless creature was staring into the distance, its eyes filled with an indescribable complex emotion, as if it were gazing at something distant, or perhaps recalling something.

The eerie consciousness tentatively asked, "You must have someone you want to see, right?"

The mouthless creature remained eerily silent for a second, then nodded.

He remained silent, utterly aloof.

Just as the eerie consciousness was about to continue the conversation, suddenly...

A muffled engine sound came from afar.

They both turned their heads at the same time.

Through the fog, a car was slowly approaching. It was a car that was difficult to describe in words.

The car body was dark red, as if it had been smeared with dried blood.

The logo on the front of the car is not an ordinary car emblem, but a distorted, struggling human figure relief.

The strangest thing was the car tires; they weren't rubber tires, but heads.

One by one, grotesque, distorted heads were forcibly flattened and strung together by some force to form four wheels.

With each rotation, the heads would open their mouths and emit silent screams, their facial expressions changing in turn—fear, pain, despair, and madness taking turns, like a recurring slideshow of hell.

The headlights were like two wide-open eyes, with blood-red pupils, shining straight ahead.

The entire vehicle exuded a strong, eerie aura, making one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

But the eerie consciousness only felt a sense of familiarity.

This is the kind of car a bizarre world should have!

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the three people.

Without a word, the eerie consciousness lifted its foot and started walking upwards.

The mouthless eerie hesitated for a moment, then, seeing that the eerie consciousness had already gone up, it followed.

The two sat down in the back row.

After getting into the car, the eerie consciousness began to observe the situation inside.

A driver was sitting in the driver's seat.

He was wearing a tattered uniform, a crumpled hat, and a burning cigarette dangling from his mouth, surrounded by swirling smoke.

But strangely, the driver had no eyes.

There were two dark, empty holes in his eyes, nothing at all.

But he could grip the steering wheel with perfect precision, as if he could see everything.

The eerie thought went: Driving without eyes? Awesome.

There was a humanoid eerie sitting in the front row. It was something dressed in a ticket seller's uniform, but the eerie consciousness wasn't sure if it was really a ticket seller, because the heartless eerie had said that there were no ticket sellers on the sightseeing bus.

This guy had a pointed face and a monkey-like appearance, with a professional fake smile on his face. His eyes darted around, constantly sizing up the passengers getting on the bus.

There were two passengers sitting in the middle row.

A person is intently filing their nails.

His fingernails were ridiculously long, sharp and black, and the whetstone in his hand made a piercing "sizzle" sound that sent chills down one's spine.

The other one was dozing off, its head nodding, its face obscured, but it exuded a faint smell of decay, like someone who had been dead for a long time but had not yet been buried.

The eerie consciousness sat in the back row, silently watching everything, its mind racing.

Perhaps the first pitfall of taking a vehicle in the Strange Tales World is here, because the drivers of sightseeing buses and coaches are almost the same, and you can only tell which type of vehicle it is by whether there is a ticket seller.

As the eccentric guy mentioned, the sightseeing bus doesn't have a ticket seller.

But what if this ticket seller is "something else"?

It thought about it and decided to observe first.

After all, the car hasn't been driven yet, so there's plenty of time to make a judgment.

The mouthless creature sat eerily beside it, still silent, but its eyes were scrutinizing every detail inside the car.

Outside the car, the fog was billowing.

The engine roared to life again.

The car slowly started moving. (End of Chapter)