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

The three passengers sat in their seats, silent and panicked, yet helpless.

Zhang Yangqing was yawning.

He leaned back in his seat, looking completely indifferent, as if the predicament before him had nothing to do with him.

The woman in gray finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She stood up, walked to Zhang Yangqing, and became even more respectful than before, even with a hint of pleading: "Dear ticket seller, what should we do?"

Zhang Yangqing ignored her.

The woman in gray paused for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing across her face.

Was I not respectful enough? Or was I not charming enough?

She was always very confident in her charm, but the ticket seller in front of her never even looked at her properly.

Just then, the old man in the suit walked over.

He held the small notebook in his hand, flipped to a page, pointed to "Rule 4" written on it, and said to the woman in gray, "Look, Rule 4 says, '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 paused, then lowered his voice: "We'll have to pay the price."

The woman in gray suddenly realized.

That's it!

It's not that the other party is unwilling to help; it's just that the rules are such that you have to pay a price before you can ask for help.

This guy understands the rules, which is exactly what Zhang Yangqing wanted.

The other chosen ones sought help from these three and offered them benefits in return.

Zhang Yangqing not only made them beg, but also took bribes from them; that's what makes Zhang Yangqing so shrewd.

The three passengers huddled together and began to discuss in hushed tones.

The old man in the suit, acting as the representative, straightened his tattered suit, took a deep breath, walked up to Zhang Yangqing, and respectfully began:
"Great God, please help us complete this level. We can meet any price you ask for, as long as we have the resources."

He deliberately used the title "Master," just as the gray-clad woman had called him in that crimson space earlier, and it had a very good effect.

Zhang Yangqing finally lifted his eyelids.

He looked at the three anxious passengers in front of him and slowly said, "I need you to owe me a favor."

The three people were stunned.

Favor?

That's it?

They thought they were going to be taken away for their heart, or their hands and feet, or some precious treasure.

In the end, it was just a favor?
But then I thought about it again, and realized that human relationships are the most difficult thing to deal with.

What is a favor? It means that if you owe someone, you have to repay it.

But they had no idea what the other party needed.

What if the other party makes a potentially fatal request later?
But if you don't agree, the car won't start.

They will be trapped here, trapped until they die.

The three passengers exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness.

The old man in the suit gritted his teeth and said, "Great God, we can sign an ancient one-time contract. After the contract is established, we must complete one of your tasks, otherwise the contract will backfire on us."

Zhang Yangqing nodded.

He certainly knew about contracts. In the world of ghost stories, verbal promises were meaningless; contracts were the only true guarantee.

Other chosen ones can be trustworthy, but Zhang Yangqing isn't. He has the ability to control you all, so what trust are you talking about? Do you rely on your conscience?

He raised his hand and drew a complex symbol on the back of the old man's hand with his fingertips.

The symbol shimmered with an eerie light before disappearing into the skin.

The old man in the suit felt a warmth on the back of his hand; the contract was complete.

The woman in gray and the girl in white also stepped forward one by one, allowing Zhang Yangqing to leave contract symbols on the back of their hands.

The three contracts were established simultaneously.

Zhang Yangqing stood up.

He walked to the car door, glanced back at the three passengers, and said calmly, "Wait."

Then, he got out of the car and walked into the mist and the forest of stone statues.

He needs to find a new driver.

According to Rule 14, "There is a silent monument in the wilderness, with the names of the deceased engraved on it. If you pass by, you can place a stone in front of it, but remember, do not read the names on the monument aloud, and do not touch the inscription with your hands, otherwise, you will become the next person to be engraved on it." Since there are so many stone statues here, it is very likely that there is a "silent monument".

The second half of the rule states that if you touch the inscription, you will become "the next person to be engraved on it".

Does that mean that a "driver" has violated this rule and is now stuck here?
If we find the Monument to Silence and place a stone according to the rules, we can release the trapped driver.
The logic is very clear.

Of course, Zhang Yangqing didn't voice these judgments. He didn't need to explain them to anyone; he only needed to maintain his mystery and power, and lead the way.

Stone statues stand in the mist.

The broken stone statues appeared and disappeared in the mist, as if they might come to life at any moment.

The bloody palm print was silently imprinted on the stone, a shocking sight.

Zhang Yangqing walked with ease, his gaze sweeping over every stone statue and every trace. The Silent Monument was not so easy to find.

The three followed Zhang Yangqing and stepped into the eerie forest of stone statues.

The fog swirled beneath my feet, reducing visibility to a minimum; I could only vaguely make out the outlines of the broken stone statues around me.

Some resemble humans, some resemble beasts, and some are simply indescribable, with twisted limbs, extra heads, and inverted bodies; each one challenges normal perception.

The woman in gray followed closely behind Zhang Yangqing, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The girl in the white dress moved even closer, almost touching the woman in gray.

The old man in the suit walked at the back, still shaken by what had just happened, and he took each step with utmost care.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the mist.

Those broken stone statues moved.

A humanoid stone statue missing half its head slowly turned its head; more accurately, its broken neck led the remaining half of its face toward them.

Stone chips fell in a flurry, revealing the blood-red texture beneath, resembling a fresh wound.

At the same time, the bloody handprint on the nearby stone statue began to wriggle.

The palm prints seemed to come alive, "floating" out of the stone statue's surface and coalescing in the air into blood-red, bodyless claws that reeked of a strong, pungent stench, reaching out to grab the four people!

The woman in gray gasped.

She sensed the terrifying aura emanating from those blood claws!
Their strength felt very close to the "One Step to Heaven" realm, a level of cultivation that she could not defeat.

And it wasn't just one, it was more than a dozen!

The scent of death continued to spread.

The old man in the suit turned pale. He had just been attacked by something similar and almost died. Now so many of them had appeared at once.

However, in that moment of terror, Zhang Yangqing raised his hand without even turning around to look.

With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible wave of energy swept out!

Those newly formed blood claws, along with the stone statue that was turning its head, and all the strange beings around it that were stirring, vanished without a trace in an instant, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser!

The fog was torn open by this wave, creating a long rift that revealed the gray sky behind it before slowly closing up again.

Everything returned to calm.

It was as if those terrifying beings had never existed.

The three of them were stunned.

The woman in gray stared wide-eyed, her blood-red eyes filled with disbelief.

The girl in the white dress had her sharp teeth slightly open, unable to close them for a long time.

The old man in the suit almost collapsed to his knees.

Instant kill?

Those bizarre beings that could have beaten him to a pulp were wiped out by this great god without him even glancing at them, with a casual wave of his hand.
What the hell is this level of skill?!

The three exchanged glances, each seeing the same message in the other's eyes.

Luckily, I didn't offend him in the car, otherwise I probably wouldn't even be left with ashes.

A layer of cold sweat seeped out from the woman in gray. She remembered that when she got on the bus, she had wanted to provoke the other person and had almost hit him.

If it weren't for the timely lesson learned from that crimson space, I would probably be dead by now.

She dared not think any further.

For Zhang Yangqing, this wasn't showing off; it was just part of his daily life.

(End of this chapter)