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

The driver ignored the strange consciousness's friendly inquiry.

He didn't even turn his head; he remained focused on smoking and driving.

The eerie consciousness asked a few more questions, but still received no response.

It suddenly remembered Zhang Yangqing's teachings: if it wanted these guys to talk to it, it had to find what they "needed".

In the previous level, the Heartless Evil needed to gamble, while the Mouthless Evil needed to heal.

What does this driver need?
It stared at the burning cigarette in the driver's mouth, and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into its mind.

Holy crap, I'm stunned! He likes to smoke!
How come I didn't notice something so obvious?

If we can find some decent cigarettes, we might be able to get some information!

It turned around excitedly and began searching inside the carriage.

But just then, it suddenly remembered the contents of Rule 10:
[Rule 10: If you need a ride to a creepy city, look for headless drivers. Only they can take you to your destination. Once you're in the car, don't ask any questions and don't look in the rearview mirror.]

Once you get on the bus, do not ask any questions.

It seemed to have asked something just now?
But then I thought, wait a minute.

The rule refers to a "headless driver," but this driver has a head, so the rule shouldn't apply, right?
He wasn't sure, but he didn't have time to think about it; finding cigarettes was the priority.

But in fact, Zhang Yangqing knew that it had guessed correctly.

But at this point, the key question is: where can we find cigarettes?

Such a clever chosen one would definitely look for cigarettes on the passengers, since that's the purpose of the other passengers' existence.

The method is simple: the suspicious passenger who smokes will definitely smell of smoke on him; just get close and smell him.

Because passengers will gradually board the train, you just need to find them.

But the eerie consciousness seems to be 'missing a screw' at this stage.

Besides the mouthless eerie creature, there are three other eerie creatures on the bus: one dressed as a ticket seller, one filing his nails, and one dozing off.

It decided to start by filing its nails.

The eerie consciousness walked to the middle row and plopped down next to the nail-grinding eerie creature.

The eerie nail file was intently filing its nails, the scraping sound sending chills down one's spine. It seemed completely oblivious to the approaching eerie consciousness, still immersed in its own world.

The eerie consciousness spoke: "Hey buddy, got a cigarette? Can I borrow one? I'll pay you back later."

Ignore the strange nail filing and continue filing.

The eerie consciousness then said, "I'll trade you something. Look at this."

He took out a piece of ore from his pocket, shook it, and that was his way of showing his goodwill.

I ignored the strange nail filing.

The eerie consciousness's anger flared up instantly. "I've been nice enough, are you trying to take advantage of me?"
It grabbed the wrist of the person sharpening nails, forcibly pressed the whetstone onto the seat, and with its other hand grabbed the person's collar, bringing that face close to its own.

"I'm asking you a question, are you fucking deaf?!" Its voice was icy, filled with undisguised murderous intent.

A terrifying aura belonging to a Celestial Realm expert instantly enveloped the entire carriage.

This isn't a safe house. The rules don't say I can't kill people. You won't listen when I try to talk to you nicely, huh?

The man was momentarily stunned while filing his nails, then felt the suffocating pressure, and his expression instantly changed from indifference to terror.

It quickly put on a smiling face, its voice even changing tone: "B-Big Brother! I didn't hear you! I really didn't hear you! Please don't be angry!"

The eerie consciousness released its grip, staring coldly at it: "Is there any smoke?"

The nail-grinding monster hurriedly rummaged through all its pockets, turning everything out to show the strange consciousness.

A few pieces of unknown bone fragments, a rusty iron nail, half a withered finger of some unknown creature—but no cigarette. "Brother, I really don't smoke. Look at all this stuff I have, where's the cigarette?" it said with a forced smile.

The eerie consciousness cursed as it released its grip: "Damn it, you should have said so earlier! See if you deserved that slap?"

The nail-filer looked strange: "."

It was incredibly frustrated inside, but it still had to put on a smile and say, "It's my fault, big brother, please calm down."

The audience watching on the big screen burst out laughing instantly.
Hahahaha! This is brilliant! Polite inquiries ignored, direct and forceful communication—the results are outstanding!

eerie consciousness: I tried to talk to you nicely, but you wouldn't listen and forced me to use force. Eerie nail filing: Is it my fault?!
It's got the vibe of Zhang Tianshi! That domineering aura, that "if you ignore me, I'll beat you until you do" attitude, it's spot on! I remember a long time ago there was a ghost story where Zhang Tianshi beat up passengers like that.

LOL, that weirdo's pitiful expression while filing his nails—he was the one who got hit, but he still had to smile and apologize. Being a weirdo these days isn't easy.

The strange consciousness's move was crude, but effective! Forget about rules, overwhelming strength is all that matters!

I've learned something! From now on, if I encounter an uncooperative NPC in the Ghost Story world, I'll beat them up first!
The eerie consciousness's gaze naturally turned to the dozing creature.

This guy had been leaning back in his seat ever since he got on the bus, nodding his head back and forth, emanating a faint smell of decay, like someone who had been dead for a long time but hadn't been buried yet.

The eerie consciousness had just stood up and hadn't even spoken when the eerie entity, which had been dozing off, suddenly sat up straight like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

It opened its eyes, which had no pupils, only a murky gray-white. It looked at the eerie consciousness, then at the nail-grinding eerie next to it that was still rubbing its face, and instantly understood what was going on.

It quickly stood up and frantically rummaged through its pockets: "Brother! I don't smoke! Really! I never smoke!"

It turned out everything in its pocket: a few pieces of rotten jerky, a shriveled eyeball, and a bone from some unknown creature, but no smoke.

The eerie consciousness frowned and stared at it for two seconds.

Dozing off, feeling uneasy under that gaze, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Brother, if you want a cigarette, I really don't have any. Why don't you ask someone else?"

The eerie consciousness didn't make things difficult for it, but simply asked casually, "Do you two know where to buy cigarettes around here?"

The two strange figures shook their heads simultaneously, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed.

The man who was sharpening his nails said in a strange, low voice, "Brother, where can we find a cigarette shop in this desolate wilderness? Maybe we'll have to go into town?"

The drowsy guy nodded quickly in agreement: "Yes, yes, you can only find it in the city. The city has everything."

A strange consciousness asked, "Do you know how to get into the city?"

They both shook their heads at the same time: "I don't know."

eerie consciousness: "."

Damn it, I don't know what you two are talking about.

The eerie consciousness ignored them and looked past the middle row of seats, landing on the eerie figure in the front row wearing a ticket seller's uniform.

This guy had been sitting there ever since he got on the bus, with a professional fake smile on his face, his eyes darting around, constantly sizing up the passengers.

When the eerie consciousness got on the bus, it stared at it; when the eerie consciousness hit someone, it still stared at it; now that the eerie consciousness is walking towards it, it finally can't sit still anymore.

"Brother, don't look at me, I don't have any cigarettes either." Before the eerie consciousness could speak, it stood up on its own, and the fake smile on its face became even more fake.

It spread its hands to show that it had nothing hidden and its pockets were empty.

The eerie consciousness stared at it for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Are you the ticket seller here?"

The strange man paused for a moment, then chuckled and waved his hand, "No, driver, I'm just pretending."

eerie consciousness: "."

The mouthless eerie figure: "."

The audience outside the big screen: "."

Good grief, so after all that analysis, you can just tell me directly? (End of Chapter)