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

Pushing open the shop door, a warm breeze blew out, carrying the scent of feathers and hay.

The shop was much larger inside than outside, with birdcages of all sizes hanging from the ceiling, densely packed together, like an upside-down forest.

Wooden frames were nailed to the wall, and various kinds of birds stood on them. Some were dozing, some were preening their feathers, and some were curiously observing the guests who came in.

Without exception, these birds all had terrifying eyes, like man-eating monsters.

A thin man stood up from behind the counter, wearing a black vest, a white shirt, and a red bow tie.

His eyes were unusually wide open, as if they had been cut open, or as if he had been blinded by Bird Zhuo.

With long, sharp fingernails and a professional smile, he said, "Welcome to the Soul-Devouring Bird Shop. What kind of bird would you like to buy? A guard bird? A messenger? Or for some other purpose?"

His gaze lingered on Zhang Yangqing for a moment, then swept over the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and the white-collar man, before finally returning to Zhang Yangqing.

His smile remained unchanged, but his vertical pupils narrowed slightly, as if he were assessing the identity and strength of the newcomer.

Although the man with split pupils initially thought that the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was very strong, judging from the positions of these people, the guy in front of him who looked like a random person on the roadside was definitely the strongest.

Zhang Yangqing didn't rush to answer, fearing there might be a trap or rules here. He slowly walked around the store.

His gaze swept over every bird, every birdcage, and every corner.

Some of the birds huddled in the corner of the cage, some puffed out their chests and stared at him, and some tilted their heads, curiously observing him with one eye.

He stopped in front of a large bird. The bird was entirely black with glossy feathers. It stood on its perch with its head held high, its eyes were golden-red, and it had an indescribable arrogance. It glanced at Zhang Yangqing and then turned its head away disdainfully.

Zhang Yangqing ignored it and continued walking forward.

He walked up to a smaller bird.

The bird was pure white with a tuft of blood-red crest feathers on its head. It was hopping around in the cage, occasionally pecking at the food box inside.

Its eyes are black, round, and have a clever look about them.

Zhang Yangqing stared at it for a while, and the bird stopped, tilted its head, and looked at him with one eye.

"How much is this one?" Zhang Yangqing asked, pointing to the little white bird.

The man with split eyes froze for a moment before returning to normal: "You have a good eye, sir. This is a Snowcrest Finch. Although it is small, it is extremely alert and has an extraordinary sense of danger. Moreover, it is very intelligent and can learn many commands."

Zhang Yangqing nodded and asked directly, "How much?"

The man with split-eyed eyes announced a number.

The number was so large that it made the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes twitch.

Having lived in Yudu for so long, she has some understanding of the prices here.

Even the most expensive snowcream shouldn't cost this much.

She even felt that the man with the split-eyed eyes was trying to raise the price; the golden-red-eyed bird that looked the most majestic hadn't been priced this high.

But Zhang Yangqing didn't care. He took out the pile of black crystals he had won from the casino from his pocket, didn't even count them, and slammed them directly onto the counter.

The crystal blocks were piled together, gleaming faintly in the dim light, and their number far exceeded the figure reported by the man with split pupils.

The man with split pupils' eyes lit up; he was clearly the type who was greedy for money, after all, his eyes were split open.

He quickly put the crystal away, his movements so fast it was as if he was afraid Zhang Yangqing would change his mind.

Then he turned around and carefully took the little white bird out of the cage and put it into an exquisite bamboo birdcage.

The birdcage was round with a hook at the top, its body engraved with intricate patterns, and its bottom lined with a layer of soft, dry grass. He held the birdcage in both hands and respectfully handed it to Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing took the birdcage, glanced at the hopping little creature inside, and turned to leave the shop.

The little white bird hopped around in the cage a couple of times, tilted its head, and stared at Zhang Yangqing with its bright black eyes, as if it were seeing him for the first time.

After leaving the shop, Zhang Yangqing didn't rush off. Instead, he stopped and hung the birdcage on his belt.

He reached out his finger and slipped it through the gap in the cage, gently touching the bird's claw.

The little bird first shrank back, then tilted its head to look at it, and then stretched out its claw to touch Zhang Yangqing's finger.

Zhang Yangqing gently stroked the bird's claws with his fingertips, his movements very light and slow, as if he were soothing a frightened young animal.

The little bird gradually stopped retracting its claws and even placed them on Zhang Yangqing's fingers.

A beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes and a high-earning man stood beside them, dumbfounded.

Unbeknownst to them, Zhang Yangqing had previously worked as a beast tamer in the world of supernatural tales and possessed his own methods for dealing with these things.

He then took out some insects he had just bought from the store from his pocket and stuffed them into the gaps in the cage.

The little bird pecked twice, then raised its head and chirped at Zhang Yangqing in a clear, crisp voice, as if in response.

Zhang Yangqing also said a few strange things. The voice didn't sound like human language, but rather like the call of some kind of bird, or the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes couldn't understand a single word, and the high-earning man looked completely bewildered.

But the little white bird seemed to understand; it hopped around in the cage a couple of times, flapped its wings, and chirped even more merrily.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes leaned closer and whispered, "Brother, what's the use of this bird?"

Her gaze lingered on the birdcage for a moment before landing on Zhang Yangqing's face, filled with curiosity.

Zhang Yangqing carried the birdcage, saying as he walked, "Eating insects."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was taken aback: "Huh? Eating bugs?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded. He had been observing the store for a long time and noticed that the other birds' food boxes were filled with meat.

Some contained a small piece of raw meat, others were torn animal entrails, and one bird's feeder even contained a semi-solidified dark red liquid that emitted a strong bloody smell.

When those birds pecked at their food, their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty ferocity.

Only this snowcream had insects in its food box: dried beetle shells, translucent worm remains, and some small, black, unidentified insect eggs.

This shows that it eats insects, and only insects.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes nodded thoughtfully, seemingly understanding something, yet also seemingly understanding nothing at all.

After all, Zhang Yangqing hadn't told her too many rules.

Then, Zhang Yangqing did something that left everyone speechless.

He opened the birdcage and took the snowcream out of it.

The little bird stood in his palm, tilting its head and looking at him with its big, dark eyes.

Then, Zhang Yangqing raised his hand and put the little bird into his mouth. (End of Chapter)