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

The driver continued driving the sightseeing bus, and this time it seemed to have entered a completely new area.

The scenery outside the window subtly changed; it was no longer barren, withered trees and mist, but instead some strange, indescribable buildings appeared.

The buildings were twisted and bizarre; some resembled inverted pyramids, others looked like skyscrapers crumpled into a ball, and still others were completely shapeless, just a writhing, indescribable outline.

Occasionally, you can see some road signs along the highway. The words on them are distorted and not in any known language, but people can instinctively understand their meaning, such as "Danger ahead", "No entry", and "Turn back".

What's even stranger is the sightseeing bus itself.

During the journey, "handprints" began to appear on the car windows.

One, two, three. More and more, densely imprinted on the glass.

Those handprints appeared out of thin air, without any physical form or origin. They just emerged little by little, as if an invisible entity was pressing hard on the car window from the outside, trying to squeeze in.

The eerie consciousness stared at the handprints and couldn't help but mutter, "Master, what is this thing?"

Zhang Yangqing ignored him. It wasn't that Zhang Yangqing was aloof; it was because, "You fucking ask me? Who am I supposed to ask? I don't have any information. Do you really think I'm a god?"

The mouthless creature sat eerily in the back row, its eyes warily fixed on the handprints, its body slightly tense.

Since passing the gas station, the passengers getting on the bus have become increasingly strange, increasingly powerful, and increasingly like "humans."

The first person to board the bus was an old man.

He was wearing a sharp suit, a neat bow tie, and his full head of silver hair was combed meticulously.

If it weren't for those blood-red eyes and the faint, chilling aura emanating from him, he would look like an elegant gentleman who had just walked out of a high-class cocktail party.

After boarding the train, he glanced around the carriage, found a seat in the middle, and sat down without saying a word.

The second person to board the bus was a young woman.

Wearing a white dress, with long hair flowing down her shoulders, and with pure and beautiful features, she looked like a pure and innocent school beauty.

But her equally blood-red eyes and the sharp teeth faintly visible at the corners of her mouth betrayed her true identity.

After getting on the bus, she glanced in the direction the old man was, then chose to sit on the other side, keeping her distance from the woman in the white dress.

The third person to get on the bus.

When that figure appeared at the car door, the air in the entire carriage seemed to freeze for a moment.

She was a woman with a mature and sophisticated aura.

She was wearing a tight-fitting gray top, the fabric clinging to her body, outlining a stunning curve in her chest.

The curve was so exaggerated that it was impossible to look away at first glance. It wasn't lewd, but rather an instinctive, physiological shock.

She looked like a woman in her early thirties, with the charm of a mature woman in her eyes and brows, yet also exuding a dangerous allure.

With fiery red lips, slightly upturned eyes, and skin so white it was almost translucent, she also had a pair of blood-red eyes, but they were more profound than the other two, as if they held an endless abyss.

After boarding the train, she glanced around the carriage, casually found a seat, crossed her legs, and sat down in an elegant and languid posture.

When viewers outside the giant screen in China saw this, the live chat exploded:
Holy crap!! That lady in the gray dress is wearing a huge coat! No, I mean, the size of that coat is huge!
Sister, I'm a girl too, and I want to wear this outfit, but I don't know what to wear underneath.

You fucking had a "sisterhood"? I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it!

Master Zhang: I'm carefully analyzing the clues. Audience: We're carefully analyzing the clothing sizes.

Zhang Yangqing had no idea what the comments were saying.

He was carefully analyzing the strange behavior of the three new passengers.

Based on the previous level that the eerie consciousness had passed, there were actually quite a few clues hidden among those six eerie entities, but the eerie consciousness was a bit clueless and only focused on brute force to pass the level, without finding the complete clues.

However, Zhang Yangqing noticed a pattern: these strange occurrences seemed to appear in batches of three.

The first three were already on the bus before boarding: the one filing his nails, the one dozing, and the fake ticket seller, one of whom was human.

The second batch of three included one human.

Following this pattern, one of the three in the third batch should also be a human.

But these three in front of me didn't look human at all. The old man was elegant and composed, but his bloodshot eyes exuded a chilling aura.

The woman in the white dress was pure and beautiful, but her sharp teeth revealed her identity.

The woman in gray exuded a dangerous aura; her allure was a weapon in itself.

Which one looks human?
Zhang Yangqing squinted and began to observe.

The task in this level is to find the human among the three and obtain crucial information from him.

In other words, this time the human costume was incredibly convincingly bizarre.

When other chosen ones arrive at this level, the old method will definitely be used: observe their needs, start with their needs, and exchange information for trade.

This is the most common way to complete the game in the Ghost Story world.

But Zhang Yangqing is different.

He glanced at his ticket seller uniform and had an idea.

The mouthless creature sat strangely in the back row, looking at Zhang Yangqing expectantly.

He knew that the "Zhang Yangqing" in front of him was different from the previous one.

This one is more composed and unfathomable; there must be a better way.

Sure enough, Zhang Yangqing made a move.

He stood up, walked straight to the woman in gray, and looked down at her.

The woman in gray raised her head, her blood-red eyes narrowing slightly, a mixture of wariness and provocation in them: "What is it?"

Zhang Yangqing spoke, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Once you get on the bus, you'll need to know some rules."

The woman in gray was taken aback: "What?"

Zhang Yangqing continued, "Rule 1: You have to pay me for the ride, until I'm satisfied."

"Rule 2: You have to prove that you are a monster, not a human, or it will be dangerous."

"Rule 3: Once you get on the bus, you cannot get off at will."

"Rule 4: You can ask me for help, but you must pay a price. I can help you as long as I think it's reasonable."

He paused, then added, "That's all for now."

Inside the carriage, there was a deathly silence.

The woman in gray froze on her face.

The old man's hand froze in mid-air.

The woman in the white dress slightly parted her sharp teeth.

The mouthless creature stared wide-eyed in a strange way.

That's all for now?
Did you make this up on the spot?!

The woman in gray was so shocked that her eyes almost overflowed.

She had been listening intently, thinking it was some important rule, but by the end, his tone clearly said, "I'm done making this up!"
She felt like she had been tricked.

A terrifying aura of malevolence erupted from her body in an instant!

Her hair moved without wind, as if it had come alive, transforming into countless thin, long, blade-like tentacles!
The tip of each hair was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a cold, eerie light, like Medusa's snake hair, ready to devour anyone at any moment!

Her eyes turned even redder, and it seemed as if a sea of ​​blood was churning deep within her pupils!
The temperature in the entire carriage plummeted, and the air seemed to freeze!

"You're asking for it!"

She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her killing intent palpable! (End of Chapter)