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

The engine stopped abruptly, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground disappeared, and the entire carriage fell into a deathly silence.

This was in that tunnel, a place even the eerie found unbelievable.

The woman in gray felt her heart leap into her throat.

She subconsciously looked in Zhang Yangqing's direction. Although she couldn't see anything, the presence of that spot made her feel a little more at ease.

It seems he was thinking: If I encounter danger later, the master should help me, right?
But I haven't given the expert any benefits yet, will the expert help me?

The woman in the white dress gripped the box in her pocket tightly, while the old man in the suit rested his hands on the armrest of his seat, his muscles taut.

The mouthless creature slowly stood up, assuming a defensive stance.

In the darkness, the car door opened, and footsteps could be heard at the entrance.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Three distinct footsteps came from outside the car door.

People are getting on the bus.

The first footsteps landed on the carriage floor with a dull thud.

In that instant, the temperature inside the carriage plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold swept over us.

That wasn't just ordinary cold; it was a chill that penetrated to the bone and froze the soul.

A second set of footsteps followed closely behind.

In addition to the chill, there was also a rampant killing intent.

The killing intent was so intense it almost solidified, making one feel as if they could smell blood—not a metaphor, but the real smell of blood, so strong it made even those who were also supernatural feel nauseous.

The third footstep was the lightest, but it brought the most pressure.

It was an invisible, mountain-like sense of oppression pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

The woman in gray began to tremble.

She was unpredictable; she had seen many powerful figures, but the aura of these three was terrifying.

Just standing there gave her a sense of fear that she could be torn apart at any moment.

The woman in the white dress bit her lip, trying hard not to make a sound.

The old man in the suit was trembling, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

Even the mouthless eerie creature, the one that had always been silent and calm, shifted back slightly at this moment.

Even more bizarrely, in the darkness, they could "see" things outside the car.

It's not about seeing with your eyes, but about using your senses.

Outside the car door, in the boundless darkness, countless “beings” stood there.

They didn't get on the vehicle; they just stood there quietly, watching everything inside with unseen eyes.

The number of those that "exist" is too numerous to count.

Zhang Yangqing thought to himself: No wonder they had to change drivers, otherwise the driver might have died at any moment.

These three passengers who boarded the bus were clearly not to be trifled with; at least, the other Chosen Ones felt they were dangerous and not to be trifled with.

Because they already exuded an aura of death.

Of course, Zhang Yangqing observed all of this but simply yawned.

It's like an interesting interlude in a boring journey.

The three passengers who boarded the bus randomly found seats in the darkness, and the sightseeing bus started up again and slowly drove out of the tunnel.

When the dim light of dawn pierced through the car windows again, the atmosphere inside the carriage remained oppressive, but at least things could be seen.

Zhang Yangqing noticed a detail: this time, the woman in gray was not attacked.

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Last time she entered the tunnel, the woman in gray was choked; this time, she entered the same tunnel, in the same darkness, yet she was unharmed.

What does this mean? It means she must have done something "rule-breaking" last time. Perhaps she accidentally touched something, or made a sound she shouldn't have, or maybe her seat just happened to be on a "dangerous route"?

Make a note of this judgment for now, and verify it later.

Now, he needs to observe the three powerful new passengers.

The first one is the one that brings a bone-chilling cold.

He was wearing sunglasses, which covered his eyes.

The clothes he was wearing were old-fashioned, like a style from decades ago. Although the material was exquisite, it had been washed until it was faded.

He exuded a sense of vicissitude, as if he had lived for a certain number of years.

The second one is the one with rampant murderous intent.

He wore a black eye patch covering his left eye, while his right eye was slightly squinted, making him look like a peerless master who could kill without leaving a trace by listening to the sound.

He didn't move after getting on the train, and you couldn't even hear him breathing, but the murderous intent always lingered in the carriage.

The third one is the one with heavy pressure.

His hair was very long, hanging down and covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his eyes.

His muscles were very defined, and he sat there as steady as a mountain, as if no attack could shake him in the slightest.

Zhang Yangqing had already sensed what was about to happen.

Rule 11 flashed through my mind: [Beware of eerie creatures with double pupils; they can see through any disguise. If you encounter one, immediately look away, remain silent, and leave as quickly as possible.]

Double pupils.

In this level, the guy with "double pupils" should appear.

The rules are clear: don't look them in the eye, or you'll be seen through their disguise.

But here's the problem: of these three weirdos, one is wearing sunglasses, one is wearing an eye patch, and one has his eyes covered by his hair.

It's obvious they're preventing you from looking them in the eye!
So, who has double pupils?
Anyone with a modicum of insight would know this is a trap.

The danger lies in the fact that these three powerful and bizarre beings might take action if they discover that the Chosen One is "human."

Therefore, the best solution for the chosen one is to have other passengers help "check" which one has double pupils, and then find a way to eliminate that strange double-pupiled creature.

Otherwise, he would be discovered and killed before the train even reached its destination.

The moment these three eerie individuals boarded the train, a murderous aura enveloped the carriage; they were clearly not benevolent people.

At this moment, many people's eyes were on Zhang Yangqing, not only the passengers who had boarded the bus earlier, but also the viewers outside the big screen, all looking forward to seeing what method Zhang Tianshi would use to see the double pupils.

Zhang Yangqing then dutifully began to do his job.

But the direction he moved left everyone dumbfounded.

He stood up, walked over to the passenger wearing sunglasses, extended his hand, and said in a calm but assertive tone, "I am the ticket seller for this bus. Get on and pay."

Zhang Yangqing is definitely different from the other chosen ones; why would he ask passengers for help?
No need. I'll just go up and ask for the fare. Even if you're the King of Heaven, you still have to pay for the ride.

As the saying goes, you have to love what you do. You get your own identity, and since I've taken on the role of a ticket seller, I have to do my job.

It's their problem if the other ticket sellers don't dare to accept the tickets; you'll see if I dare.

The carriage fell silent instantly.

The passenger in sunglasses looked up, peering through his sunglasses at the man in the ticket seller's uniform, and sneered, "Hmph, what a joke! This is a sightseeing bus, where would you find a ticket seller?"

His voice was icy cold, and the chill intensified instantly, even causing a thin layer of frost to form on the car window.

Moreover, he seemed to know more than the other passengers, which was the point Zhang Yangqing immediately deduced.

The other passengers on the bus shrank back.

The woman in gray turned pale; the chill emanating from her was far greater than her actual strength.

But Zhang Yangqing seemed oblivious, remaining standing there with his usual calm tone: "This car is dangerous. Give me the fare, and I can provide you with some protection." (End of Chapter)