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

Zhang Yangqing's judgment was based on a simple premise: everyone who boarded this train had their own purpose, more or less.

Even the taciturn, mouthless eerie creature has a purpose; he must want to see someone.

This can be inferred from the seemingly unintentional and strange conversation, unless, of course, the unintentional and strange information is wrong.

But Zhang Yangqing trusted his own observations more.

The old man in the suit, who was probably human, would occasionally open the cap of the necklace hanging around his neck and glance at the photo inside.

The woman in the photo is stunningly beautiful.

Zhang Yangqing caught a glimpse of it; the tenderness and longing in those eyes couldn't be faked.

He must be looking for someone, or rather, trying to find someone.

The woman in the gray dress, with her full breasts and enviable figure, kept glancing at her watch.

Her movements were very discreet, but Zhang Yangqing's observation skills were incredibly sharp.

Every time she checked her watch, a hint of anxiety would flash across her face.

She needs to arrive at a specific place at a specific time.

Finally, there was the girl in the white dress. If Zhang Yangqing wasn't mistaken, she had a small box in her pocket, which she would occasionally take out to look at before quickly putting it back.

The movement was cautious, as if protecting something precious.

It's probably a delivery mission; the contents of the box must be very important.

Therefore, they all need to take this train to reach their destination.

The strength Zhang Yangqing just displayed has indirectly proven that he has extremely strong abilities, which may be able to help them.

So, once the right opportunity arises, they will come to Zhang Yangqing for help.

Why do I say there will be an opportunity?

Zhang Yangqing analyzed it very clearly: this is a world of strange tales, how could this train reach its destination so easily?
What's more, he is the chosen one.

The so-called chosen ones are those who are prone to triggering danger and trouble.

From the moment I boarded the bus, those bloody handprints appeared one after another outside the window, disappearing in batches only to be replaced by new ones – all signs of danger.

There's no rush now. When trouble comes, they'll naturally come begging to us.

At this very moment, a strange consciousness was also stirring up doubts within Zhang Yangqing's sea of ​​consciousness.

Why isn't the expert making any moves? Since the expert knows there are clues about these people, shouldn't they show off their skills?

But he didn't think Zhang Yangqing was incompetent. On the contrary, he felt that the master must have a deeper plan, and that his own vision was not broad enough to understand it.

These are all details, and I need to work hard to learn them.

As Zhang Yangqing had predicted, things turned out exactly as he had expected.

The bus traveled for about twenty-three minutes before stopping halfway up a hill.

There's an indescribable eeriness about this mountainside.

Numerous stone statues stand on both sides of the road.

The stone statues were of various shapes and sizes, some humanoid, some animaloid, and some bizarre shapes that were completely indescribable.

Without exception, most of them were destroyed; some were missing heads, some were missing arms, and some were left with only half a body.

There are still some bloody handprints on the broken stone statue.

A bright red handprint was imprinted on the gray stone, a horrifying sight. Strangely, there were no corpses to be seen nearby, nor any smell of blood.

Those palm prints seemed to appear out of thin air and remain there just as suddenly.

The mist swirled around the mountainside, making the broken stone statues appear and disappear, as if they might come to life at any moment. Even more eerie was the driver, who had been smoking without eyes, who suddenly extinguished his cigarette, stood up, opened the car door, and got out.

He walked into the mist without looking back and quickly disappeared.

Everyone on the bus was stunned.

The driver left?

What should we do with this car?
The old man in the suit was the first to react. He jumped out of the car and chased after the direction the driver had disappeared in.

But the fog was too thick. He chased after it for dozens of meters, but found nothing except those strange stone statues and bloody palm prints.

He returned to the car, panting, his face pale.

The girl in the white dress seemed to want to drive herself. She walked to the driver's seat and reached out to grasp the steering wheel, but an invisible force blocked her.

That force was invisible and intangible, yet it was like a wall, preventing her from getting close to the driver's seat.

She tried several times, but failed each time.

The woman in gray also tried, but was also turned away.

Therefore, they deduced that there were special restrictions on the driver's seat, and that no one other than a "driver" could sit there.

The three passengers looked at each other, panicked.

The woman in gray took a deep breath, walked to Zhang Yangqing's side, and respectfully asked, "Dear ticket seller, how can this bus continue to move?"

Viewers watching this scene on the giant screen in China burst into laughter in the live chat.
Hahaha, this is hilarious! I feel like Zhang Tianshi is a native NPC, while these people who should be natives have become the chosen ones!
On the other chosen ones' screens, the chosen ones were even more anxious than these passengers, begging and pleading for their help. But Zhang Tianshi was the one being begged by the passengers!
Zhang Tianshi sat there, unhurried and unhurried, as if everything was irrelevant to him. His demeanor was even more NPC-like than an NPC!

The lady in gray's respectful attitude made it clear that she treated Zhang Tianshi like a quest-giving NPC!
Is this the world of the strong? I understand now!
In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing didn't even lift his eyelids when the woman in gray asked him a question.

He casually remarked, "The driver gets off every ten hours and disappears into the fog. A new driver gets on after a while and continues driving."

This information was given by the fake ticket seller, so it should be true.

The woman in gray paused for a moment, then asked, "When will the next driver be boarding?"

Zhang Yangqing said expressionlessly, "I don't know. Maybe in a while, maybe in a year, who knows."

His main selling point is that he doesn't care.

But who knew that he was the true chosen one?
More than anyone else, he wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible and find that city quickly.

But it is precisely this composure that makes him look more like an NPC than anyone else.

The woman in gray's expression changed.

A while? A year?
What does a year mean? Are they going to wait here halfway up the mountain for a whole year?
This place is full of eerie stone statues and bloody handprints. It's a question of whether I can even survive until tomorrow!

The three passengers were completely panicked.

The old man in the suit got out of the car again, this time walking further, trying to find the driver in the mist and the forest of stone statues.

But a dozen minutes later, he staggered back, his clothes torn, and several bloody marks on his arms, clearly indicating that he had been attacked by something.

He was panting heavily, his once refined features gone, replaced by a disheveled appearance.

The girl in the white dress tried to walk back to see if any cars were coming from behind.

But she had only walked a few dozen meters when she screamed and ran back, her face ashen, as if she had seen something terrifying.

Only by staying near the sightseeing bus will those eerie things dare not approach.

The woman in gray had been studying the bloody handprints, trying to find a pattern, the frequency, location, and size of their appearance, but after studying for a long time, she had no clue.

The atmosphere in the carriage grew increasingly somber. (End of Chapter)