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

So you're saying you're lying?

The eerie consciousness's lips twitched slightly.

The eerie man didn't seem embarrassed, but he lowered his voice and leaned closer: "Brother, this isn't called cheating, it's just giving them a reasonable lesson. Some passengers don't know the rules and ask all sorts of questions as soon as they get on the bus. What if something really happens?"

“I wear this uniform, pretend to be a ticket seller, and ask them for money. Some people are stupid and actually give it to me. After I give it to them, I get off the bus and run away. They can't catch me. In the future, they won't fall for this kind of trick.”

Upon hearing this, the eerie consciousness thought to itself: So those who were fooled by you should thank you?
Who knew that the eerie figure disguised as a ticket seller seemed to find him quite admiring, revealing a lewd smile: "This job is easy and quick money. Anyway, people come and go on this bus, who knows who?"

After hearing this, the eerie consciousness fell completely silent. "This is fucking possible?"

Looking at the eerie creature with a smirking expression, it suddenly didn't know what to say.

Impersonating a ticket seller to swindle money—this kind of operation would be met with curses in the human world, but in the supernatural world, it's actually quite "creative."
"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" the eerie consciousness asked.

That eerie chuckle: "What's there to be afraid of if I'm found out? If I'm found out, I'll just run away. There's no real ticket seller on this bus, who can stop me?"

It paused, then added, "Besides, even if I run into a tough opponent, I can play the victim. Look at my small frame, who would have the heart to hit me?"

The eerie consciousness looked down at it and saw that it was indeed "small-bodied," as thin as a bamboo pole, the kind that could be blown over by a gust of wind.

As long as it kneels down and begs for mercy, the powerful, humanoid monster, unless it has been excessively deceived, will not bother to kill it.

The eerie consciousness suddenly felt a bit of admiration for this guy; to be able to thrive in the eerie world like this, he really had to be quite capable.

Just as he was about to let the conman go, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he began to pull off some crazy maneuvers.

Since you can play the ticket seller, so can I!

In this way, I can legitimately ask the passengers who board the bus for information or other things.

There's no need to fight them one by one as soon as they come up; that's too much trouble.

Thinking of this, the eerie consciousness said to the swindler in a strange way, "Take off your clothes, and I'll try to play the role."

The conman paused for a moment, his sly smile freezing on his face.

He glanced at the eerie consciousness's face, half of which was covered in strange patterns, and then at the other party's unfriendly gaze. Knowing better than to ask why, he immediately began to take off his clothes.

While taking off his clothes, he smiled obsequiously and said, "Brother, if you want them, here you go. I had these clothes custom-made; the material is quite nice and they're very comfortable to wear."

Although he didn't know what the big shot wanted the tattered clothes for, the conman still did as he was told, since he didn't want to get beaten up.

He even thoughtfully shared some information with the eerie consciousness: "Brother, I've been on this road for quite a while and I know a few things. The driver of this car gets off every ten hours and disappears into the fog. A new driver will get on after a while and continue driving."

“The driver basically doesn’t communicate with the passengers. I’ve never seen him speak. He doesn’t care what the passengers do. Even if they fight or lie to each other on the bus, he doesn’t care.”

The eerie consciousness listened as it put on the ticket seller's uniform.

"Also, there are gas stations on the highway."

At this point, the scammer's eerie tone turned serious.

“Gas stations are dangerous. It’s best to get out of your car before entering the station, otherwise you will ‘disappear.’ I don’t know exactly how you disappear, but no one who goes in has ever come out again.”

The eerie consciousness nodded, keeping these words in mind.

After getting dressed, he looked himself up and down.

It's alright, although it's a bit tight, but I can still wear it.

He took out a piece of ore that looked quite good and casually tossed it to the swindler, saying mysteriously, "Not bad, here you go."

The swindler's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the ore, carefully putting it away.

His face was beaming with gratitude: "Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!"

Even if a scammer is cunning, they are not a greedy person if they get something good.

He knew this train journey would be dangerous from here on out, and having already benefited, he didn't want to stay any longer.

He pressed the bell near the car door. "Ding!"

This means you're getting off the bus. Once the driver hears this, he will slowly bring the bus to a stop.

Wait until the car comes to a smooth stop on the side of the road.

The conman waved eerily at the strange consciousness: "Brother, I'm outta here! Take care!"

After saying that, he jumped out of the car and quickly disappeared into the mist.

The eerie consciousness glanced back at the carriage.

The nail filer remained completely still, focused on filing his nails as if nothing had happened.

But the strange creature that had been dozing suddenly stood up and walked towards the car door.

The eerie consciousness darted forward and blocked his way.

Dozing off, Wei Yi paused for a moment, then looked up and forced a fawning smile: "Brother, I've arrived at my stop and want to get off."

"Arrival?" The eerie consciousness sneered, staring into his murky eyes. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Sit up properly, or I'll kill you!"

The strange smile on Dozing's face froze.

He glanced at the malevolent face of the eerie consciousness, then at the direction the swindler had mysteriously disappeared outside the window, and finally didn't dare to say anything more, obediently sitting back down in his original seat.

Deep within his consciousness, Zhang Yangqing silently watched this scene and nodded slightly.

It seems that the mindset of the eerie consciousness is growing.

The scammer is not very cunning; once he gets the treasure, he tries to run away and hide.

The dozing monster must have its eyes on those treasures and plans to get off the bus, grab them, and run away.

While people may not care about the strangeness of nail filing, that doesn't mean they don't care about other strange things.

Even if that's not the case, the strange consciousness did something right.

Since he helped the swindler Weiqi, it wouldn't be right for him to go all the way and bring someone else to their death.

In this dangerous world, the more vigilant we are, the less danger we face.

The car continued driving.

The eerie consciousness, dressed in the ticket seller's uniform, began to "perform its duties."

Over the next half hour, four passengers got on and off the bus.

The eerie consciousness strictly followed its plan; whenever someone came, it would ask if they had cigarettes and if they knew anything about cigarettes.

The first passenger was a tall, thin, and eerie man with three eyes.

When it was stopped by the eerie consciousness, it was clearly stunned for a moment, but when it saw the uniform, it still honestly answered that it didn't have any cigarettes.

Then, it took out a handful of black crystals and handed them to the eerie consciousness, saying it was "fare".

The eerie consciousness took the crystal and was secretly delighted. This thing must be the universal currency of the eerie world, right?
The second passenger was a short, fat, and strange creature covered in bumps. He was also honest and said he didn't have any cigarettes, and then gave me the crystal as well.

The third passenger was a taciturn and eerie figure, wearing a straw hat so his face was obscured. He, too, did not smoke, gave the crystal, and then silently walked to the back row and sat down.

The fourth passenger was a tough one to deal with.

It was a strange-looking guy who looked very strong, with bulging muscles all over his body and a fierce face. He was definitely not a good guy.

After being stopped by the strange consciousness, it looked the strange consciousness up and down, its eyes full of suspicion.

It spoke, its voice gruff: "You? You're a ticket seller? I've never seen a ticket seller like you before!" (End of Chapter)