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

For the blindfolded elf, this should have been an "ordinary" journey.

He had been on this road for many years, had taken countless rides, and had seen countless kinds of passengers.

He had seen the strong and the weak, the good and the evil, the living and the dead.

He has his own rules for survival: he doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either; whoever provokes him, he'll kill them.

Of course, if he encounters someone really strong, he can choose to endure it if he can, and if he can't, he'll just explode!
This is also the dignity of the strong.

But now, "danger" is approaching.

That's right, the danger was Zhang Yangqing.

The blindfolded man watched the guy in the ticket seller's uniform walk towards him with a strange look in his eyes, his mind racing.

This man must have certain rules governing him.

As long as the rules aren't triggered, everything should be fine.

But what if the rules are triggered? What if he treats me the same way he treated that unlucky guy in sunglasses?

He dared not gamble.

As the blindfolded figure pondered what to say, Zhang Yangqing walked up to him.

No nonsense.

Zhang Yangqing casually raised his hand, hooked one finger around the edge of his blindfold, and pulled it down, causing the blindfold to slip off: "Open your eyes, let me see."

The blindfolded figure tensed up instantly.

Those were the eyes of a blind person, with grayish-white pupils, no focus, and a cloudy film covering the surface, clearly the result of years of blindness.

But at the same time, his murderous aura suddenly erupted!
The murderous aura was so intense it was almost tangible, and the stench of blood permeated the carriage.

That's the aura of a wild beast when it's fighting for its life; it's either you or me.

It's like, you've made me do this, and that's my bottom line. You'd better not go too far.

The eerie feeling of the eye mask seems to be even more sinister than that of the sunglasses.

Even though the man in sunglasses was humiliated to such an extent, he didn't dare to retaliate, but he was different.

He is a killing machine, an existence that has crawled out of countless life-and-death battles.

He can die, but he cannot be humiliated.

At this moment, he was prepared to die.

However, Zhang Yangqing only glanced at the pair of blind eyes, then nodded, saying in a flat tone, "So you're blind. Half price, just give me the fare."

The blindfold seemed to freeze in surprise.

The murderous aura emanating from him dissipated by more than half in an instant.

He stared blankly at Zhang Yangqing, not reacting for a moment.

Half price? That's it?
Why don't you grab a knife and let me do it to you?

Actually, this didn't cross my bottom line, did it? Maybe I should just put up with it?
Thinking of this, he quickly took out a handful of black crystals from his pocket, presented them with both hands, and said with an attitude that was almost humble: "Brother, this is all I have."

Zhang Yangqing casually took half of it and pushed the rest back, saying, "That's enough."

Then he turned and left, heading towards the next passenger.

The blindfolded figure sat blankly in the seat for several seconds before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

He touched his blindfold that had been torn off, put it back on, and then heard Zhang Yangqing's footsteps leaving. A wave of fear washed over him.

He was already prepared to confront the ticket seller, but the ticket seller just glanced at him and let him go.

At this point, the blindfolded passenger seemed to sense something was wrong, but couldn't confirm it.

He truly didn't want to die, since he was alive.

At least I'm better off than that passenger in sunglasses, who's furious but does nothing.

The audience watching on the giant screen in the Dragon Kingdom could feel the terror of this masked passenger most directly. Just now, the Chosen One from Britain had only gone up to say hello and was killed by this masked passenger.

The chosen one of Britain died mysteriously, without even knowing why.

Many viewers and experts speculate that the masked passenger likely has double pupils, enabling him to see that the Chosen Ones are human and take immediate action.

But all of this is just speculation. The fastest way to find out is to watch the big screen in the Dragon Kingdom and see how Zhang Tianshi operates it.

At this moment, the trio of women in gray, white dress, and suit—the woman in the gray dress, the woman in the white dress, and the old man in the suit—had completely calmed down in the front row of the sightseeing bus in the world of ghost stories.

They were initially worried because the three new passengers who boarded the bus were all breathing more strongly than them, especially the last one with long hair, who made it hard for them to breathe just by sitting there.

If they were to fight, the three of them would learn what a battle between gods and demons looks like, and how innocent bystanders would be affected.

But now, the one in sunglasses is so humiliated he can't lift his head, and the one in the eye mask is so frightened he doesn't dare to utter a sound.

Two of the three powerful beings have already been dealt with by the "ticket seller".

Whether he's a real ticket seller or a fake one, he has the power, so whatever he says goes.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing relief in the other's eyes. Luckily, they had cooperated well and hadn't angered this expert.

Now, everyone's attention is focused on the last strange passenger.

The one with long hair.

He remained seated, motionless.

Her long hair covered her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

But his well-defined muscles and his calm, mountain-like demeanor indicated that he was no ordinary person.

Rather than calling him a bizarre creature, it's more accurate to say he's one of the world's top beings.

There was even a trace of 'qi' on him that ordinary people couldn't see.

The sightseeing bus entered the tunnel again.

Darkness enveloped everything.

The car was completely silent, with only the low rumble of the engine and the screech of the tires.

As the sightseeing bus exited the tunnel, sunlight streamed back into the windows.

Everyone gasped in shock.

The one with the eerie long hair is dead.

His head was twisted off and carelessly tossed aside next to the seat.

The headless corpse remained seated, with black blood slowly flowing from the severed neck.

The woman in the white dress was closest to him, and she instinctively looked at the head.

The long hair did not cover the eyes; when the head was thrown to the ground, the long hair spread out, revealing a pair of eyes.

Those are double pupils!
There are two pupils in one eye.

His eyes were wide open, his face filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he was going to die.

Everyone turned to look at Zhang Yangqing.

No need to guess, it must have been him.

When did he do it? How did he do it? Why did he do it? Nobody knows.

But they knew one thing: if even a powerful expert with double pupils could be killed silently, then this ticket seller's strength had exceeded their imagination.

The woman in gray swallowed hard and silently shrank further into her seat.

The woman in the white dress gripped the box in her pocket tightly, as if she were 'praying' for something.

The old man in the suit lowered his head, pretending not to see anything, and silently wrote down some 'rules' in his notebook.

The mouthless creature's eerie gaze grew even more adoring; it felt like following along this time was the right decision!
The audience watching on the giant screen in China erupted in a barrage of comments:
Holy crap! So he was the one with the double pupils! But why did he die like that?!
When did Zhang Tianshi make his move? I didn't even see it! (End of Chapter)