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

However, just as she was about to make her move, an even more terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Zhang Yangqing!
That aura was like an invisible giant hammer, slamming hard into everyone's hearts!
Immediately afterwards, the carriage disappeared.

The seat has disappeared.

The car window disappeared.

Everyone was pulled into a strange space.

Blood-red sky, blood-red ground, an endless wasteland.

Countless enormous thorny crosses stand between heaven and earth, each one entwined with bloodstained thorns, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The woman in gray found herself bound to a cross!
The thorns seemed alive, piercing her body, her skin, and her flesh! Excruciating pain shot through every inch of her being, causing her to scream in agony!

A thorn is slowly tightening around my neck!
asphyxia!

despair!

The scent of death is overwhelming!

In front of her, Zhang Yangqing stood high above, looking down at her.

That look in his eyes was like a god looking down at ants.

At that moment, the woman in gray finally realized that the person in front of her was someone she could not afford to offend.

This guy is a god!
It is a supreme god who can control her life and death at will!
"Great God! I was wrong! I was wrong! Please let me go! I'll cooperate! I'll cooperate with anything!" She struggled desperately, but only made the thorns pierce deeper.

Zhang Yangqing looked at her expressionlessly.

After a moment, he slightly raised his hand.

Space dissipates.

The carriages reappeared, the seats reappeared, and the windows reappeared.

The woman in gray collapsed into her seat, panting heavily.

She looked down at her body; her skin was intact, with no wounds or bloodstains.

But the excruciating pain from the thorns tightening around her neck still lingered clearly.

That was not an illusion.

That was real pain, real despair, real fear of death.

However, this "ticket seller's" power has become so great that she can control the harm at will.

This is also what makes Zhang Yangqing so formidable; he can be so invincible that he can establish rules, and these rules contain many profound mysteries that other chosen ones simply cannot learn.

The woman in gray raised her head and looked at Zhang Yangqing. Her eyes no longer held any provocation, but only deep fear and awe.

The old man and the woman in the white dress had the same experience.

They had just been pulled into that terrifying space, witnessed the gray-clad woman being tortured, and felt the inescapable despair.

They now looked at Zhang Yangqing with the same eyes as the woman in gray: awe, fear, and submission.

Viewers outside the giant screen in China were stunned by this scene, and the live chat exploded with comments:

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What kind of operation is this?! Zhang Tianshi directly used his domain to crush them?!
Zhang Tianshi's inner thoughts: I'm already at the maximum level, who's going to put up with you guys anymore?
The mouthless creature's eerie expression seemed to say: "Master, I was waiting for you to use your brain, but you still resorted to brute force?" Zhang Tianshi: "My brute force is not simple brute force. Watch carefully and learn well!"

Weird Consciousness: One cool trick a day, I've learned it!
Zhang Tianshi: After all, it's not like I can't kill strange creatures at this stage, so you'd better not mess with me.

In the world of ghost stories, the woman in gray regained her senses and immediately began rummaging through her belongings.

She pulled out handfuls of black crystals from her bosom, held them in both hands, and respectfully handed them to Zhang Yangqing: "Great Master, this is my fare. Do you think it's enough? If not, I have more here."

Zhang Yangqing casually took it, glanced at it, and nodded.

The woman in gray breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had been granted a pardon.

She felt she had almost violated the 'rule of certain death,' and now that Zhang Yangqing had let her go, she should be grateful.

The old man and the woman in the white dress exchanged a glance and immediately sprang into action.

The old man even took out a notebook and a pen from his pocket and began to carefully record the rules: rule 1, rule 2, rule 3, rule 4, without missing a single word.

He looked so serious, like a chosen one with a bad memory.

I'm not kidding. If you're strong enough, your word is the rule.

After taking notes, the old man in the suit voluntarily handed over a considerable sum of money, while the woman in the gray dress received much more.

The woman in the white dress walked directly to Zhang Yangqing, presented him with a bag of crystals with both hands, and said with a perfectly respectful smile, "Great God, this is mine."

Zhang Yangqing took it and nodded in satisfaction. There was no need for him to go over; these strange entities were far more eager than he was.

The mouthless eerie creature watched this scene from the side and couldn't help but make a gesture, meaning: Master, what should I do if I don't have any money?
Zhang Yangqing glanced at him and casually made a gesture: Get lost.

That expression seemed to say: This isn't your part, don't you fucking steal the show.

Wu Zui gave a strange and awkward laugh and shrank back into his seat.

The other strange entities seemed oblivious to this little incident, or rather, they were simply too afraid to pay attention to anything else right now.

Next is Rule 2: prove that you are a bizarre creature, not a human.

Zhang Yangqing drew a sharp dagger from his waist and took out several small containers, saying, "To verify your identities, drip your blood into these containers, one drop for each person."

This is not a question, it is a command.

Without hesitation, the woman in gray took the dagger and cut her finger.

Black blood dripped into the container, emitting a faint, eerie aura.

The woman in the white dress followed closely behind, delivering the same slash, the same black blood.

It was the old man's turn.

He took the dagger, his movements seemingly somewhat slow.

He glanced at Zhang Yangqing, then at the dagger in his hand, and then made a cut on his finger.

Blood drips into the container.

The blood was a murky black, but beneath the murky surface, a faint, almost imperceptible red could be seen.

It is extremely faint and inconspicuous; it is impossible to see it without careful observation.

The old man lowered his head, returned the dagger to Zhang Yangqing, and then silently walked back to his seat.

His heart was beating very fast.

Because he is human.

He disguised himself as a ghost and mingled in the car, hoping to complete his mission.

He thought he had disguised himself well; his blood-red eyes were from wearing special contact lenses, his murderous aura was from using some kind of eerie aura simulator, and even his behavior was deliberately modeled after a strange indifference.

But he never expected to encounter such a terrifying "ticket seller".

The oppressive feeling from that crimson space was so overwhelming that if the ticket seller had discovered he was human, he would have been dead for sure.

Strangely, after taking the dagger, the ticket seller merely glanced at the container and then let him go without saying a word.

The old man returned to his seat, his back already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Did he not notice? Or did he notice but choose not to expose it?
The old man didn't know.

He could only sit there, trying to remain calm and wait for the next step.

Zhang Yangqing put away the dagger and the container and returned to his seat.

He didn't expose the old man because there was no need.

What he wanted was not to expose them, but to trigger rule 4.

Rule 4 was made up by himself, but the core logic of Rule 4 is true.

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

He's very strong; he's already shown that.

Now, he needs these passengers to beg him.

He didn't ask them; he made them come to him.

Because help that is actively sought comes at a greater cost, but also involves more information.

This is how the strong do things.

This also highlights the significance of Zhang Yangqing "writing" the rules himself.

He sat in his seat, calmly looking out the window, waiting.

Waiting for 'danger' to occur, waiting for the psychological games played by others.

(End of this chapter)