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

Meanwhile, the mouthless monster had completely lost its way.

The strange consciousness was moving too fast; he couldn't keep up at all.

The surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker, making it impossible to discern directions.

Worse still, eerie creatures lurking in the shadows began to stir.

Several monkey-like creatures jumped down from the tree.

They are hairless, with grayish-white skin, blood-red eyes, sharp and long claws, and thick saliva dripping from their mouths.

One, two, three. More and more.

They surrounded the mouthless monster, emitting piercing screams, and then pounced on it all at once!
The mouthless creature strangely swung its fist in retaliation, knocking one of them away, but the others seized the opportunity to pounce on him, tearing his clothes open with their claws and leaving bloody scratches.

he got hurt.

And the injury was quite serious.

More eeriness emerged from the fog, like sharks that had smelled blood.

Just when he was about to be overwhelmed.

A figure descended from the sky.

Zhang Yangqing landed and waved his hand.

A terrifying, indescribable force swept out!

Those eerie creatures that pounced on us vanished without a trace, like pencil drawings erased by an eraser. They weren't dead; they were completely "erased."

The remaining monsters, witnessing this scene, screamed and scattered, disappearing into the mist in the blink of an eye.

The mouthless creature stood frozen in place, panting heavily.

He looked at the "familiar" figure in front of him, his eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

He raised his hand and gestured in sign language: Thank you, but where did you go just now?

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him and said calmly, "He's gone to find that river. Follow him."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The mouthless eerie creature quickly followed.

He followed behind Zhang Yangqing, looking at his back, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Strange? It's clearly the same person, but they feel completely different.
The "Zhang Yangqing" I met at the safe house and on the bus, although powerful, was somewhat impetuous and impulsive, like a hothead who had just gained power.

But this Zhang Yangqing now walks with a steady gait, his aura is restrained, and his every move exudes an indescribable composure.

That feeling was like a mountain as steady as Mount Tai, unshakable by any storm.

Being by his side felt like being in absolute safety, without any fear of danger.

The mouthless, eerie footsteps began to falter.

He realized that something was wrong with the "friend" in front of him.

Zhang Yangqing didn't turn around, but it was as if he could see through Zhang Yangqing's thoughts.

Without turning his head, he spoke in a calm tone: "Let's go. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't need to waste words with you. You know my strength."

The mouthless creature fell into an eerie silence.

Makes sense.

With his strength, if he really wanted to harm me, he wouldn't need to go through all this trouble.

Without further hesitation, he continued to follow.

Zhang Yangqing exuded a "human" aura as he walked freely through the mist.

This time, the river did not hide.

Soon, a river appeared before them.

The river water was mostly clear, but beneath the clarity, red blood was flowing.

It's not a mixture, but rather like two incompatible liquids, one clear and one red, moving forward side by side.

Something was floating on the river.

There were eerie remains and human corpses.

Zhang Yangqing said to the mouthless, eerie creature, "Go and retrieve the human corpses from the river. Just two will do. Remember, only human ones."

The mouthless creature nodded strangely and walked to the riverbank.

He bent down and reached into the water to feel around.

They pulled out a strange corpse, glanced at it, and threw it back into the river.

They tried to retrieve it again, but it was strange again, so they threw it back.

On the third attempt, they finally managed to retrieve a human body.

It was the corpse of a middle-aged man, his face deathly pale, his eyes closed, and his body covered in wounds. The mute creature eerily dragged the body to the shore and continued searching.

Soon, he found another body, this time belonging to a young woman.

Two human corpses lay side by side on the shore.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at it and nodded: "Let's go."

He turned around and walked back the way he came.

The mouthless creature strangely carried two corpses and followed behind.

Surprisingly, this time, Zhang Yangqing didn't get lost.

He strolled through the fog as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard, making his way in the right direction with every step.

Those seemingly identical withered trees, rocks, and earthen slopes all seemed to have unique marks in his eyes.

The mouthless creature followed behind, secretly marveling at its strangeness.

How did he find his way?
There is actually a pattern, but those two idiots, the eerie consciousness and the mouthless eerie entity, didn't notice it.

Zhang Yangqing observed the direction of fog flow, the density of moss growth on the ground, and the arrangement of certain special stones.

These things serve as natural navigational markers in the fog.

Unfortunately, those two guys were too busy chasing the sound and killing the monsters to notice anything.

They soon returned to the gas station.

The sightseeing bus is still parked in the same spot.

The driver remained seated, smoking, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

There were no eyes, no expression, only the cigarette burning slowly, its smoke swirling around it.

Zhang Yangqing said to the mouthless, eerie creature, "Throw the corpse in, throw it in hard, but don't go in yourself."

He pointed to the dark entrance under the gas station canopy: "This gas station is like a meat grinder. You can tell by looking at the corpses next to it; those were people who walked in on their own."

This is also why he didn't allow strange consciousnesses to enter before.

The mouthless eeriness is now clear.

He hoisted a corpse onto his shoulder and threw it forcefully toward the entrance.

The moment the corpse flew over the entrance, an invisible force seized it.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

A sickening grinding sound rang out.

The corpse was torn apart, shredded, and devoured in mid-air by something unseen.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, bones shattered, and it vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

Next was the second body.

The same process, the same tragedy.

After the two corpses were swallowed, the gas station "spit out" something: several human arms and legs, still stained with blood, fell to the ground, exactly like the severed limbs hanging nearby.

Then, behind those rusty oil guns, a dilapidated machine display screen lit up.

The screen displayed the following words:
Oil level: 2/10

The mouthless creature glanced at the display screen, then at the oil gun in its hand, and instantly understood.

He picked up the fuel nozzle, walked to the sightseeing vehicle, opened the fuel tank cap, and began refueling.

He already knew what to do without Zhang Yangqing's instructions.

Actually, this level isn't difficult; it just requires a lot of intelligence gathering and strategic thinking.

The information provided by the fake ticket seller, the behavior of the passengers on the bus, the rules of the river, the traps at the gas station—all these must be connected to find the correct solution.

Unfortunately, the eerie consciousness was so focused on brute force that it missed too many details.

Next to the gas station, the fuel nozzle continued to operate.

The mouthless creature watched the fuel gauge rise slowly with a strange expression, its eyes filled with complex emotions.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he knew that his judgment was correct: this person was definitely not the same as the one before.

But he also understood that following this person was definitely safer than following the previous one.

In the fog, the car lights were on, and the driver was smoking.

The sightseeing bus had almost run out of fuel.

The road ahead may be even more dangerous.

So Zhang Yangqing decided to do it himself. What if this kid gets into trouble because he's just relying on luck?

(End of this chapter)