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

At this moment, the eerie consciousness was pondering what a great being would do.

Because there seems to be nothing here, but there is a rule that has not yet been triggered, or rather, may be triggered.

[Rule 12: If you encounter inescapable danger in the wild, you can sever one of your arms and offer it to the One-Armed Monster. He will protect you for a period of time. Note: Make sure you give the correct arm; if you give the wrong one, you will die even faster.]

The eerie consciousness is now at max level, so there's no need for it to lose an arm.

However, if the danger encountered is not caused by living beings, but by the rules, then one still needs to act in accordance with the rules.

As Zhang Yangqing taught him, he should "go through the proper procedures" and not rely solely on brute force to break through.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's go over and see what's going on."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and walked towards the direction from which the sounds of battle were coming.

The crowd looked at each other, but no one dared to question it, and they all followed suit.

After passing through a more twisted grove of trees, the view suddenly opened up, or rather, the trees were thinner, revealing a relatively open space.

The open space was a mess.

The ground was raked with deep furrows, and more than a dozen giant trees were snapped in half, with splinters of wood and decaying leaves scattered all over the ground.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and the scorching heat of lingering energy.

The blindfolded creature stopped abruptly, its ears twitching slightly as it carefully detected every sound in the air.

After a moment, he spoke, his tone resolute:
"Master, there are three strange humanoid figures fighting, one man and two women. One of the women has a higher cultivation level and is wielding a fist blade, which should be a melee weapon. They are the size of a demon beast."

He paused, seemingly making an estimate: "It should be around fifteen meters high, and its weight is estimated to be seven or eight tons. The monster's movement speed is not fast, but its strength is immense. Every time it lands, it causes the ground to shake. Judging from the sound, it should have old injuries and its hind legs are not very agile."

The eerie consciousness nodded. This eye mask was strange; it was something special.

How can you judge so many details just by listening?
He rarely praised someone like that, saying, "Your judgment is correct."

The recognition from "Zhang Yangqing" brought a sense of relief to the bespectacled eerie heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, thinking: I must perform well and let the master see my value!
However, the sunglasses were not happy about it.

What's going on? Did this blind guy steal my thunder?
I lost to you last time, but I won't lose this time! This is my area of ​​expertise!
He snorted and lay down on the ground, his nose pressed against the ground, sniffing around like a hunting dog.

A few seconds later, he looked up with a smug smile: "Master, I figured it out too! The two men and one woman, the men are about 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall, shoe size 42, and the woman..."

He paused, then sniffed: "The woman who used the fist blade is about 1.65 meters tall and wears size 36 shoes. The other woman is about 1.7 meters tall and wears size 38 shoes. All three of them have fire-attribute abilities, and the energy residue they left behind during the battle showed signs of burning."

He pointed to several charred marks on the ground: "As for the monster, it has fresh wounds on its body, probably from some kind of fire-attribute attack. The wounds haven't fully healed yet, and it has an old injury on its left hind leg, so it will limp slightly when it runs. That's why it hasn't been able to catch up with these three people."

After saying that, he glanced provocatively at the eyepatch-covered creature, his expression seeming to say: Is that all you have?
Although he couldn't see through the blindfold, he could still sense the provocative aura emanating from it.

He sneered and continued to listen intently.

"Those three humanoid figures are strange. They probably ate the flesh of some kind of small monster last night. Judging from their digestion, they ate it about seven or eight hours ago. One of the men was walking unsteadily, probably because he drank some cheap fruit wine."

The man in sunglasses, not to be outdone, leaned down and sniffed again: "That woman who used the fist blade has athlete's foot! And it's pretty bad! Her boots aren't breathable, and the musty smell coming from them means she hasn't washed her feet for at least seventy days!"

The blindfolded man's mouth twitched eerily: "That man is injured. His back was scratched by a monster, and he's bleeding profusely. Judging from his heartbeat, he's probably about to collapse."

The man in the sunglasses said eerily, "One of those two women has had three miscarriages!"

The eyepatch-wearing eerie said, "No, to be precise, it was four times, because she also miscarried once before she became an eerie creature."

eerie consciousness: "."

The other passengers were speechless. Their mouths were agape, their eyes wide, unsure whether to laugh or be shocked.

Everyone seems to be marveling: This bizarre and powerful individual is terrifying; he can even smell/hear athlete's foot and pregnancy.

The mouthless creature silently took a step back, distancing itself from the two perverts.

Because their abilities are indeed somewhat terrifying, in a sense.

The eerie consciousness finally couldn't hold back any longer and raised its hand to interrupt the two's competition. Otherwise, if this continued, they would both have their 'households' opened: "Alright, alright, let's go. We'll know once we get there. If you two keep competing like this, the fight over there will be over."

The two weirdos, the one in sunglasses and the one in the eye mask, finally shut up, but their eyes were still locked in a silent battle.

No one noticed that as the eerie consciousness turned around, its gaze lingered for a moment on a certain spot on the ground.

There are a few feathers there.

It was grayish-white with a faint fluorescent glow, standing out from its surroundings.

He didn't make a fuss, but simply kept it in his heart.

After passing through the last grove of trees, the battle area finally came into full view.

The monster was much larger than I had imagined!

With a body several meters long, jet-black scales, and menacing bone spikes, it could knock down several giant trees with each tail whip.

Its eyes, like two blood-red lanterns, were fixed on the three prey in front of it. Although the beast seemed to be at its last gasp, it was still extremely ferocious.

The three strange humanoid figures, one man and two women, were now covered in blood and barely breathing.

The woman who used her fist blade had a deep, bone-revealing wound on her arm, but she was still gritting her teeth and persevering.

The other woman was in an even worse state; her abdomen was ripped open, black blood gushing out continuously, and her face was as pale as paper.

The man had a huge scratch on his back, a bloody mess, and he trembled with every breath.

The man in sunglasses and the man in the eye mask looked wary, his body slightly tense, awaiting Zhang Yangqing's orders.

However, the eerie consciousness simply watched silently.

He showed no intention of making a move.

It wasn't that he was cold-blooded, but rather that he felt there was something fishy going on.

He rarely took the initiative to ask Zhang Yangqing in his mind: "Great God, I feel there is a problem. I want to kill all three humanoid monsters. What do you think?"

Zhang Yangqing's calm voice echoed in his mind: "A very correct choice."

A strange thought suddenly brought a surge of joy to his mind.

In fact, he had already noticed some clues. Judging from the traces of the battle, the three humanoid monsters and the demonic beasts were evenly matched, and the monsters might even have a slight advantage.

But after they discovered that this group had arrived, they began to appear weaker and weaker, and were increasingly unable to cope.

That's too deliberate.

The powerful demon beast didn't seem to intend to attack them.

It just stared intently at the three people, occasionally glancing at Zhang Yangqing and his group, but showed no intention of attacking.

What does this mean? (End of Chapter)