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

Seeing how relaxed Zhang Yangqing was, their originally serious expressions gradually relaxed as well.

Yes, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

They might have just been looking down on those passengers hiding behind Zhang Yangqing, thinking they were weak, cowardly, and spineless.

But now it seems that if there is danger later, I might have to run over there too.

It's true what they say, fortunes change, and sooner or later the boomerang will strike you.

At this moment, all the passengers' eyes were fixed on Zhang Yangqing, seemingly waiting for his instructions.

This is the temperament of a natural leader.

He doesn't need to speak or make any movements; just by standing there, others will spontaneously want to rely on him.

Zhang Yangqing yawned and casually said, "You two keep looking for clues. If we want to get to Yudu, we need to help the driver find his eyes first."

He glanced in the direction from which the beast's roar came from, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather: "As for the monster BOSS here, just ignore it, I'll handle it."

He acts like a reclusive NPC: I'll tell you the rules, you handle things yourselves, and I'll naturally step in when the time is right.

The man in the sunglasses and the man in the eye mask nodded and immediately got to work.

The others also dispersed and began searching for traces of the bird-like monsters.

Some lay on the ground looking for droppings, some pricked up their ears to listen for sounds, and some looked up at the trees looking for bird nests.

In a short time, everyone performed their duties efficiently.

The blindfolded man groped his way to the old man in the suit.

There were only the two of them around, so they could talk.

He lowered his voice, asking in a volume only the two of them could hear, "Were you with that ticket seller?"

He seemed to be trying to confirm something, or rather, he had already confirmed that the old man in the suit, like him, was a strange human being disguised.

The old man in the suit gave him a wary look, but didn't deny it. He just shook his head and said, "No, I just got on the bus a few stops earlier than you, but we know the ticket seller's rules."

The blindfolded figure's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What rules?"

The old man in the suit took out his notebook from his pocket, opened it to a page, and solemnly read out the four rules that Zhang Yangqing had mentioned.

After listening to the strangely masked man, he seemed to be deep in thought.

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "You completed Rule 4? Because I noticed that he seems to be protecting you."

The old man in the suit nodded: "That's right. If you want the ticket seller to help you, you have to owe him a favor. Just sign a one-time life-or-death contract."

He paused, looking at the strange, hesitant expression on the eyepatch, and tentatively asked, "Do you also need help with something?"

The blindfolded figure didn't answer immediately.

Seeing his silence, the old man in the suit said again, "If you trust me, you might as well tell me. Even if I can't solve it, I can still help you make a plan. If you have something difficult to say, just pretend I didn't ask."

The blindfolded figure hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered his voice and revealed his secret: "I'm going to kill someone."

He paused, then added, "It's not a ghost, it's a human. Will he help?"

The old man in the suit's pupils contracted slightly.

He instantly understood many things; the eye patch was strange, and it was indeed human.

"Aren't you afraid of revealing that you're human?" he asked in a low voice.

The blindfolded fist clenched eerily, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred: "That's why I dare not say it, but I'm willing to die if it means killing that human."

That gnashing hatred, that furious rage that wished to tear the other person to pieces, made even the old man in the suit, an onlooker, feel a chill.

This human being is his mortal enemy.

The blindfolded figure took a deep breath and continued, "All my cultivation has been used to fight so desperately for revenge, but I know I'm still some distance from the 'pinnacle.' That human is under the protection of a pinnacle being; I simply can't kill him." He paused, his gaze shifting to Zhang Yangqing's direction. Although he couldn't see him, he could sense that location.

"But the ticket seller's cultivation level is terrifying. If he can help me, perhaps I can get my revenge!"

The old man in the suit understood.

The strange thing about this blindfold is that it treats Zhang Yangqing as their last hope.

He nodded: "Okay, I'll try to put in a good word for you later. Don't blame me if it doesn't work out."

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing was squatting on the ground, observing some strange footprints with great interest.

The old man in the suit walked over, a smile plastered on his face: "Master, may I have a word with you in private?"

Zhang Yangqing raised his head, glanced at him, and then looked at the slightly nervous-looking blindfolded eerie figure not far away. He seemed to understand something, but did not say anything.

He stood up and followed the old man in the suit to the side.

There were only the three of them in this place.

The old man in the suit smiled obsequiously: "Master, this fellow has a favor to ask, I wonder if you could grant it?"

Zhang Yangqing interrupted him: "He knows the rules, doesn't he?"

The blindfolded eerie figure quickly replied, "I know, I know! Don't even mention owing you a favor; if you can help me kill someone, I'll give you my life!"

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and said calmly, "Tell me, who do you want to kill, and why? I'll decide based on my mood."

At this stage, the other chosen ones try every means to please these NPCs, begging them to give them quests and clues.

Zhang Yangqing, on the other hand, gets quests delivered to his door by NPCs, but he still has to wait for their mood and take the benefits.

That's the prestige of a top-tier chosen one.

The blindfolded creature took a deep breath and decided to lay its cards on the table: "Master, to be honest, I am a human."

The old man in the suit's expression changed, his heart skipped a beat. Had this guy gone mad? Wasn't saying this just revealing that he was also human?!

He was just about to make an excuse to distance himself from the situation and pretend that he didn't know the Eyepatch Ghost when he heard the Eyepatch Ghost continue: "I used to live in the underground world. My family had its own territory and we were doing well. But a traitor appeared in the family and led the Ghost astray. Our family was wiped out, and my parents, wife and children were all killed."

His voice trembled, but hatred made his words unusually firm:
"I cultivated the Blood Burning Technique for revenge. Now my lifespan is almost over, and I don't know if I'll still be able to take my revenge. If you can help me kill him, I'll agree to anything you want! Even if you corrupt me and kill me right now, as long as you help me take my revenge, you can do whatever you want!"

humble.

sincere.

sincere.

A person who would give anything for revenge.

The old man in the suit stood to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

He was internally screaming: "You fucking tricked me! Doesn't saying that reveal I'm human too?! I want to die too!"

He was about to say something when he heard Zhang Yangqing say calmly, "Revenge is no problem, as long as it's on the way."

The blindfold seemed to freeze in surprise. What did that mean?
Zhang Yangqing continued, "But let's forget about the pollution."

The blindfolded figure was even more puzzled: "Huh? Why is that? Isn't your rule about polluting humans?"

Zhang Yangqing laughed, a hint of amusement in his smile, and said, "I am human, why would I pollute you?"

The eye mask looked eerie: "."

The old man in the suit: "!!!"

The two were completely dumbfounded.

The air seemed to freeze for at least three seconds. (End of Chapter)