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

He didn't actually eat it; he just let the bird stay in his mouth.

The little bird's claws gently gripped his tongue, its body trembling slightly, but it did not struggle or try to fly away.

It just sat there quietly, like a living, breathing piece of candy.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

The white-collar man was stunned, and almost dropped the sack in his hand.

They watched Zhang Yangqing's cheeks puff out slightly, watched him close his mouth nonchalantly, watched him continue walking forward, and only one thought crossed their minds: This fucking works?
The barrage of comments outside the giant screen in China exploded instantly.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! I get it! Zhang Tianshi put the snow-crowned magpie in his mouth, so any white-winged cockroach that tries to crawl into Zhang Tianshi's mouth is like a lamb entering a tiger's den!

Genius! Absolutely genius! How does that brain work? Putting it in your mouth is definitely the best choice, who would have thought?
Did you notice many other details? This bird doesn't eat meat, only insects, so it's fine to have it in its beak. If it were a carnivorous bird, Zhang Tianshi's tongue might be gone!
Zhang Tianshi: I predicted your prediction. White-winged Cockroach: I fucking thank you!

I predict that even if the other chosen ones find this bird, they won't do this. Most likely, the cockroaches will enter their stomachs before they think of swallowing the bird and letting it go inside to find cockroaches to eat.

I think that's true, especially if you react quickly; otherwise, you'd be in trouble.

In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing, in order to cover his tracks, bought an injured and bizarre canine from the "Blood Moon Pet House" next door.

The creature was not large, covered in stiff gray fur, and had a limp. It lay on the ground, its eyes showing no ferocity, only a sickly weariness.

A beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes led a dog on a leash. The dog limped behind her, occasionally raising its head to sniff the air with its wet nose before lowering its head again.

The next and most crucial step is to locate the human remains.

Zhang Yangqing knew very well that it was best not to go into the shelter to look for this kind of thing, as it might be too late.

He needs to be prepared before he goes in.

He has double pupils, which allows him to immediately tell who is human and who is not.

The three walked down the street, Zhang Yangqing's gaze sweeping over every passerby, every face, every pair of eyes.

His double pupils moved slightly in his eye sockets, and the human pretense peeled away layer by layer before him, revealing the true nature beneath.

After walking for a while, they heard the sounds of fighting ahead.

There was a dull thud as something hit the ground, the howl of a pet, and angry shouts and curses from someone.

Zhang Yangqing quickened his pace, turned the corner, and saw two people facing off.

One keeps cats, the other keeps snakes.

The cat owner was a middle-aged man, wearing a drab gray robe, holding a black cat in his arms.

The black cat was completely black, without a single stray hair, and had amber eyes. It was arching its back and emitting a low growl.

The snake owner was a young man, with a greenish-blue snake coiled around his arm, its head held high, its scarlet tongue flicking out.

Zhang Yangqing walked over, stood between the two, and asked what had happened.

The two were blaming each other; the snake owner said the cat had almost scratched him, its claws even scratching his sleeve.

The cat owner said, "I didn't hurt you, so why did you release a snake to bite me?" As he spoke, he raised his arm, revealing a deep bite mark that was already turning black around it.

If I hadn't happened to have the antidote, I would have died from the poison.

The two argued fiercely, neither willing to give in.

Passersby gradually gathered around, some watching the spectacle, others whispering among themselves.

Everyone thought Zhang Yangqing was going to speak up for the snake breeder, but the next second, Zhang Yangqing looked at the snake breeder and said, "This is where you're wrong. If you didn't take action, you could have asked him for an apology or even compensation. You took action, and you still have the nerve to talk here?"

The snake keeper was stunned. His lips moved as if he wanted to retort, but he couldn't find the words. His face flushed red, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

The snake on his arm seemed to sense its owner's emotions; it raised its head even higher, its scarlet tongue flicking rapidly, hissing.

He tapped the snake lightly twice with his fingers, and the snake's eyes suddenly lit up. Its body began to slowly wriggle, sliding down from his arm and coiling on the ground in an attack posture.

Zhang Yangqing looked at him, and then made his move.

There was no warning, no starting stance, and not even any unnecessary movements.

He simply raised his hand, and an invisible wind blade shot out from his fingertips, so fast that even its shadow could not be seen.

The snake keeper's head flew up.

His body remained standing, the cut on his neck as clean as if it had been laser-cut, black blood gushing from his cavity, splashing onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.

The green snake on his arm was also cut in two, wriggled a few times on the ground, and then lay still.

The two bodies collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The crowd of onlookers fell into a deathly silence.

The middle-aged man who owned the cat turned pale. He pulled Zhang Yangqing away to a secluded spot and cautiously said, "Brother, I'm very grateful to you, but aren't you afraid that you'll take action directly?"

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and said casually, "We're all human, it's normal for me to help you."

The cat owner's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked Zhang Yangqing up and down, then glanced at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and the white-collar man behind him. His lips trembled even more, but this time it wasn't out of fear, but out of excitement.

He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard: "You too?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded.

The cat owner strode forward, grabbed Zhang Yangqing's hand, and shook it vigorously, his voice choked with emotion: "We're family! We're all family! I've lived in this godforsaken place for so many years, and today I've finally seen new living people!"

His grip was very strong, so strong that Zhang Yangqing's fingers went numb.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes stood behind Zhang Yangqing, watching this scene, and suddenly understood something.

She had been wondering why her brother didn't just kill the cat owner and get the human remains. Why go through all that trouble?
Now she understood: where cat owners lived, weren't all the people there human?
Holy crap, you can do that?

Her admiration for Zhang Yangqing deepened even further.

Killing one means you have to keep searching, which is too much trouble.

It would be better to find a bunch of corpses; the more the better. One might not even be enough.

Moreover, the cat owner also said that the 'new' living person means that there are definitely other living people in the place where he is.

The cat owner warmly invited Zhang Yangqing to their place for a short get-together, and Zhang Yangqing did not refuse.

The three followed the cat owner through several streets, turned into a narrow alley, made several more turns, and finally stopped in front of an old residential building.

The building is not tall, only five stories high. The exterior walls are mottled, some windows are broken, some are covered with paper, and some have thick curtains drawn.

The cat owner pushed open an iron gate on the first floor, revealing a small courtyard.

The yard was piled with all sorts of odds and ends: old furniture, rusty iron cages, and dried-up flowerpots.

Several men and women were chatting in the yard. When they saw the cat owner come in, they all stood up to greet him.

Their gazes fell upon Zhang Yangqing and his two companions, filled with curiosity and wariness. (End of Chapter)