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

At that moment, the eerie consciousness heard the compliments of those around it.

Not only were there the four passengers who had boarded earlier, but also the strange-looking blindfold and sunglasses. They all praised him for being so clever, for being able to think of such a thing.

"The master is brilliant! He even foresaw this!"

"As expected of the ticket seller, she even foresaw the help from the monster guild!"

"That's amazing! We worked ourselves to the bone and couldn't catch it, but the master solved it with just a few words!"

The eerie consciousness listened to these praises, but showed no pride on its face.

Originally, these were his favorite things to hear.

He wanted to be recognized by others, to be praised, and to be admired.

That was his instinctive need as a nascent consciousness.

But now, he can't be happy.

Because he thought, "Isn't this something anyone with a brain could come up with? What's so praiseworthy about it?"

Those feathers were so obvious, and the strange confrontation between the monster and the three humanoid figures was so deliberate; anyone with a little brainpower could figure it out.

He paused for a moment, then said to Zhang Yangqing within his sea of ​​consciousness, "Great God, was I like these guys before, having a head but no brains?"

Zhang Yangqing's lazy voice echoed in his mind: "What else?"

eerie consciousness: "."

After a moment of silence, he said again, "It's strange, why do I feel happier when you criticize me than when they praise me?"

Zhang Yangqing: "You might have some kind of problem."

The eerie consciousness chuckled: "Thank you so much, Great God, for enlightening me. You are truly my second parents!"

Zhang Yangqing: "Get lost, I have nothing to do with you."

The tone made it sound like the two people had a good relationship and were joking around.

The eerie consciousness grinned, inexplicably feeling better.

Coming to his senses, he looked down at the bird in his hand.

The bird trembled as he held its wings.

The strangest thing is its eyes; they are not the eyes of a bird, but completely human eyes.

The whites of their eyes, pupils, irises, and even the fear in their eyes are exactly the same as those of humans.

It was as if those eyes had always belonged to someone else.

There are actually many processes, or rather, stories, here, but neither the eerie consciousness nor Zhang Yangqing explored them. There are also hints of rules.

[Rule 14: In the wilderness, there is a silent monument inscribed with the names of the deceased. If you pass by, you can place a stone in front of it, but remember, do not read the names on the monument aloud, and do not touch the inscription. Otherwise, you will become the next person to be engraved on it.]

In order to gain assistance, some chosen ones can choose to 'resurrect' some of the deceased.

That's right, the tour bus driver wasn't a living person, nor was he a ghost; he was simply a deceased person.

They have no emotions, no thoughts, only so-called instincts.

As for why the driver's eyes appeared on the bird, just get off the bus in the rainy area where the sign is white; there are 'humans' there, and you'll hear a story about someone having their eyes pecked out.

A lot of information can be obtained from those people.

There are three different platforms, each corresponding to a different event, and all of them can be explored.

Zhang Yangqing was just too lazy to do it; in fact, there was a lot of information in this level.

Now that the matter was settled, the strange consciousness made the monster leave.

The injured beast naturally wanted to go back and rest.

It let out a low growl at the eerie consciousness as a farewell, then turned and disappeared into the mist.

The eerie consciousness watched its back and suddenly noticed that the tooth in the monster's mouth was still gleaming faintly.

That must be a treasure.

But he seemed to share Zhang Yangqing's thoughts: "I'm already so strong, I'm too lazy to take these things."

He took the bird, turned around and walked back, and the others followed.

On the way, the eerie consciousness looked at the mouthless eerie creature and asked, "How were your mouths taken away? I'm asking this because I want to know how to put your eyes back on the driver later."

The man without a mouth paused for a moment, then gestured to the old man in the suit to borrow paper and pen.

He took the pen and began to draw carefully on the paper.

After finishing the drawing, I handed it to the eerie consciousness.

There was a special pattern drawn on the paper; it was some kind of contract formation.

The two areas are labeled "Deprivation" and "Granting".

There are complex patterns connecting the middle, and some annotations on the side.

Deprivation of contract.

By setting up two contract areas, having the bird appear in the deprived area and the driver in the granted area, and then setting the deprivation to the eye for three minutes, the driver's eye can be restored.

In fact, many strange things happen with this kind of contract.

However, the mouthless monster happens to be a 'victim' in this respect.

The eerie consciousness nodded and carefully put away the blueprints.

Back on the sightseeing bus.

Without the strange consciousness even needing to intervene, the other passengers immediately got to work.

The man in sunglasses used ice to draw the patterns of a contract array on the ground. Although the man in the eye mask could not see, he accurately located the position of each node with his keen hearing and touch.

The woman in gray and the woman in white were responsible for placing the birds in the "deprived area".

The old man in the suit and the mouthless weirdo set up an "assignment area" for the driver.

The driver was like a corpse; apart from driving and smoking, nothing else mattered to him.

Three minutes later.

A burst of black light surged from the contract formation!

The bird let out a mournful cry, its body trembling violently.

Its eyes began to become cloudy, lost their luster, and eventually became completely dull, turning into a pair of ordinary, empty bird eyes.

At the same time, something was wriggling in the driver's eye sockets.

First the whites of the eyes, then the pupils, and finally the irises.

A pair of complete, human eyes appeared on his previously empty face.

The driver blinked.

The first blink was a little awkward, like restarting a machine that hadn't been used in a long time.

The second blink was much smoother.

By the third blink, he was able to move his eyes normally and look at the passengers inside the car.

But he didn't say anything.

He simply turned around silently, sat back in the driver's seat, and started the engine.

As the eerie consciousness watched this scene, it guessed that the driver was most likely not a 'living being'.

He stood up, glanced at the passengers in the car, and said, "No matter what happens or what occurs, don't ask anyone, don't ask me, and don't look in the rearview mirror until you get off the bus."

His tone was serious and left no room for argument.

"I'm getting off the bus, you all follow me off, understand?"

All the passengers nodded in agreement.

Seeing that everyone understood, the strange entity pressed a button near the car door, prompting the driver to start the car.

The driver's door is closed.

The sightseeing bus continued its journey.

After the driver gained eyes, he would blink occasionally, but he still maintained a very indifferent demeanor.

He didn't speak, didn't turn around, and just focused on driving.

Outside the car window, the scenery rushed past.

Soon, a tunnel appeared ahead.

The sightseeing bus drove in.

Darkness once again engulfed everything.

The darkness, so thick it was almost tangible, was suffocating.

Apart from the low rumble of the engine and the screech of the tires, you couldn't hear anything else.

The woman in gray was trembling with nervousness, her eyes tightly shut, too afraid to look or listen.

suddenly.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Footsteps.

Someone is walking inside the train carriage.

The footsteps were light and slow, yet they reached everyone's ears clearly.

The woman in gray felt something roll to her feet.

Round, soft, and with a few fine strands.

She didn't dare look down.

But the thing remained motionless at her feet.

The sightseeing bus drove out of the tunnel.

Light reappeared.

The woman in gray finally couldn't help but look down.

It was a head.

The driver's head.

With his eyes wide open and mouth agape, and the same indifferent expression he wore while driving, he lay quietly at her feet.

The woman in gray gasped, almost screaming!

But she covered her mouth tightly.

Because the ticket seller said not to ask questions or look in the rearview mirror.

She raised her head, trembling, and looked towards the driver's seat.

The driver's body was still driving.

It has no head. (End of Chapter)