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

But the passenger in sunglasses didn't think so; he was already very satisfied.

He took the money, his expression finally softening a bit, and said, "Look at the sign at the bus stop."

"The sign is a black cloud, and there is a large, eerie area nearby."

"The white signs indicate areas where human remains may exist."

"A red moon sign indicates an area with monsters."

Zhang Yangqing nodded.

The red moon is exactly opposite to the sun mentioned in the rules.

He took out the remaining money and handed it, along with the other half, to the passenger in sunglasses.

"You've provided three pieces of information, so I'll waive your train ticket fee."

Since you're giving me more, I'll give you more in return. I'm not that stingy.

The passenger in sunglasses was stunned for a moment, looking at all the fare that had been returned to him, and was somewhat dazed.

Who knew that the next second, he would climb up the ladder and say, "Brother, I can help you find those bird monsters. I have a special sense of smell and can track and lock onto targets from their droppings."

As always, he only got halfway through his sentence.

Zhang Yangqing raised an eyebrow: "Speak, what do you want?"

He was very curious about what exactly attracted this kid to ask to work.

The passenger in sunglasses glanced at the sword wrapped in rag at Zhang Yangqing's waist, swallowed hard, and said, "After this is done, I can borrow that sword again. Don't worry, I'll only use it for a moment and then return it to you immediately. I definitely won't have any ulterior motives."

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him.

The Holy Sword is of the light attribute, and has a natural advantage against the supernatural.

If the sunglasses-wearing passenger dares to use it against Zhang Yangqing, he will only suffer a backlash.

However, this guy obviously didn't know that.

“No problem,” Zhang Yangqing agreed.

Why not take advantage of free jobs?
This guy also knows clues for tracking monsters, which comes in handy.

Other chosen ones would probably have to pay a considerable price to get him to do something.

The sightseeing bus continued its journey.

One site, two sites, three sites.

Neither of them is a red moon.

At the fourth stop, a red moon appeared on the roadside sign, and the passenger in sunglasses exclaimed even more excitedly than Zhang Yangqing, "We're here! It's around here. There's a very fresh smell of feces."

Zhang Yangqing did indeed feel that this guy's nose was unusual; he couldn't smell anything himself, but he did see the red moon sign and pressed the parking bell.

The car door opened.

A strong stench of blood mixed with the smell of decay hit the face, almost suffocating the person.

Outside the car was a distorted forest.

The trees are not straight, but twisted into all sorts of bizarre shapes, like countless bodies struggling in pain.

The tree trunk was covered with blood-red moss, which emitted a faint fluorescence.

The mist swirled through the forest, obscuring what lay deep within.

The red moss appeared and disappeared in the mist, looking from a distance like countless blinking eyes.

Zhang Yangqing got out of the car.

My feet made a "plop" sound as I stepped on the ground. The ground was soft, as if it were covered with a thick layer of humus.

The moment he took his first step, a chill ran down his spine.

Something was watching him.

Not just one, but countless.

Those gazes came from all directions—from behind twisted tree trunks, from the depths of the churning mist, from the rotting ground beneath one's feet—making one feel a prickle of unease. Zhang Yangqing stood still, his gaze calmly sweeping over his surroundings.

At this moment, an unexpected scene unfolded: everyone on the bus except the driver got off.

The woman in gray, the woman in white, the old man in a suit, and even the taciturn, mouthless monster all came down.

Everyone was talking at once, observing this dangerous place.

The woman in gray pointed to a twisted giant tree not far away, with several deep claw marks on it: "Look at the marks on that tree, the claws are at least half a meter long! This monster is definitely not small!"

The woman in the white dress crouched down and carefully examined the ground: "There are footprints here, no, not footprints, but the tracks of a lightning-type rhinoceros. Look at the width, it's terrifying!"

The old man in the suit looked around, his brows furrowed: "This forest is too quiet. Logically speaking, if someone gets off the bus nearby, there should be monsters lying in wait. Something's not right."

Even the usually taciturn, mouthless monster was using sign language to express that something was moving in the tree, but it was unclear what it was.

The man in sunglasses stared at the scene with a strange expression, completely dumbfounded.

His mouth dropped open, his face filled with disbelief: "What are you doing down here?!"

He pointed to the swirling mist and twisted forest around him, his voice trembling: "This is an extremely dangerous place! I myself might not even make it out alive! Aren't you all courting death here?!"

The guy in sunglasses is incredibly strong, much stronger than the others.

The others, however, looked at him indifferently.

The woman in gray said matter-of-factly, "With the ticket seller here, what's there to be afraid of?"

The woman in the white dress nodded and even smiled, "We've paid, what's wrong with taking a look around?"

The old man in the suit pushed up his glasses, looking calm: "Isn't this a sightseeing bus?"

The man in sunglasses stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yangqing, his eyes filled with shock and confusion, as if asking: "Is this how you guys usually play?"

Zhang Yangqing shrugged, his expression seemingly saying: Let them be, it doesn't matter.

The sunglasses looked eerie: "."

He suddenly realized that the humiliation he had suffered earlier was nothing; these people were really daring!
Forget about them.

The man in sunglasses took a deep breath, lay down on the ground, and began his "professional" search.

He pressed his nose against the ground, sniffing around like a hunting dog, and every now and then he would grab a handful of rotten soil and smell it.

The movements were extremely professional, showing no concern for appearance whatsoever.

Unlike humans, in the supernatural world, ability is everything.

As long as you can find your target, no one will laugh at you, even if you crawl on the ground to smell it or crawl into a latrine.

The other strange figures didn't point or whisper; instead, they all quieted down and watched the strange performance by the man in sunglasses.

Just as the sunglasses were about to lock onto the direction...

Suddenly, the blindfolded figure raised his hand and pointed in a direction deep in the forest, saying, "Big brother, it sounds like birds are calling over there."

Zhang Yangqing looked in that direction, but the fog was swirling and he couldn't see anything clearly. He tried to listen, but he couldn't hear anything either.

The other passengers also looked bewildered, clearly having heard nothing.

Not to mention the other chosen ones, whose hearing is limited or whose perception is blocked by the fog.

But the blindfold was eerily certain, its finger pointing in that direction, remaining motionless.

People who are blind do indeed have extraordinary hearing.

The man in sunglasses suddenly raised his head, and his expression changed instantly.

Because the direction the blindfold was pointing in was exactly the same as the direction he had just judged!
He jumped to his feet, strode up to the eyepatch-covered monster, and yelled angrily, "Kid, are you looking for trouble?!"

The blindfolded eerie figure showed no fear whatsoever, even sporting a faint smile: "How was I supposed to know your judgment was so poor?"

"You fucking bastard!" The chilling aura emanating from the man in sunglasses instantly erupted! The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the ground even began to frost over!
He stared eerily at the blindfold, emphasizing each word: "I have a feeling that only one of us can survive today!"

The blindfolded eerie creature was not to be outdone, and its killing intent was suddenly unleashed!
The intense stench of blood permeated the air, making one feel as if they were in a battlefield of carnage!
"If you think you're capable of killing me, feel free to try!"

The two faced off, swords drawn! (End of Chapter)