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

Zhang Yangqing also noticed a detail: the middle-aged woman, who was so cold and indifferent that she seemed unnatural, also showed a hint of panic when she mentioned bears.

That means this thing is definitely a 'heavyweight' item.

Zhang Yangqing's thoughts began to wander.

Remember the previous savior? He possessed something beyond the dimensions of this world, something the people of this world couldn't comprehend.

Therefore, he became an invincible being.

This is a case of pseudo-invincibility. For example, if someone goes to the upper realm or other people also have superdimensional items, then his invincibility will crumble on its own.

Zhang Yangqing began to speculate that the biggest pitfall here might be the holy sword and the armor.

Because once the chosen ones obtain these two items, they will discover just how 'convenient' they are, and how easily they can overcome many dangers.

Then one will develop a certain dependence on these two things.

At this point, it would be hilarious to "kill" the chosen one.

The Chosen Ones never dreamed that something invincible could actually be broken.
The despair and helplessness before death.

They might even be inwardly cursing the previous savior: "You fucking tricked me? Weren't you supposed to be invincible?!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Yangqing's lips twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: If I'm not mistaken, this world of ghost stories is really too sinister, too damn morbidly funny.

While Zhang Yangqing was thinking, the middle-aged woman had already finished speaking. She lowered her head and continued filling out the next form, as if her previous words were just a routine reminder.

Zhang Yangqing nodded and turned to walk towards the elevator.

A beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes followed behind, leading a dog, her brows slightly furrowed.

She silently memorized the word: bear.

The white-collar man carried the sack at the back, and the liquid seeping from the sack dripped onto the marble floor, leaving a black stain.

He walked very fast, as if afraid of being discovered.

Seeing that the people in the group were starting to get nervous, Zhang Yangqing broke the silence with a casual tone: "Don't worry, I have a specialty dish, steamed bear paw."

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes and the high-earned man were both stunned.

They had just been pondering the word "bear" in their minds, wondering just how terrifying it was, and whether it might suddenly pounce out from some corner.

Zhang Yangqing then blurted out, "Steamed bear paw?" Was he planning to recite a dish?

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes widened her eyes, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

The high-earning man gaped, his expression shifting from tension to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to a complex mix of emotions that defied easy comprehension.

The things they're all afraid of, the eldest brother jokes about like that, isn't he afraid of death?
Or is it that the eldest brother is truly invincible, not afraid of anything?
Even the middle-aged woman behind the counter looked up at those words.

Her eyes, cold as stone, stared at Zhang Yangqing's retreating figure, lost in thought.

Then she lowered her head again and continued filling out the next form, her actions exactly the same as before, as if her earlier head-up was just a procedural reaction.

Why isn't Zhang Yangqing afraid? That's obvious.

I am the chosen one, whether I am afraid or not, I will come here.

Does that mean that just because I'm afraid and want to hide, I can actually escape?
Since I can't avoid it, and since I'm going to trigger danger anyway, why should I be afraid of it?

Bears may possess powers that don't belong to this world, so why shouldn't I?

Looking at Zhang Yangqing's casual demeanor, the woman with peach blossom eyes felt most of her tension dissipate.

She let out a long sigh, walked to Zhang Yangqing's side, tilted her head, and asked, "Brother, do you think that 'bear' refers to an animal or a person?"

Her head was tilted to one side, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her lips were slightly pouting, exuding an unwitting cuteness. Zhang Yangqing looked at her and smiled.

The smile held a hint of amusement, a touch of teasing, and an indescribable doting: "Would you like to make an even bolder guess?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Her brows furrowed slightly, she blinked twice, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

His appearance was so adorable that it didn't seem like that of a powerful expert in the Celestial Realm; rather, it resembled that of a primary school student who couldn't answer a question posed by the teacher.

Zhang Yangqing looked at her and couldn't help but laugh, then explained, "The bear might not be referring to anything in particular; it could be a door, a wall, or even a brick."

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes froze, and the white-collar man's legs went weak. A chill ran down their spines; they felt as if danger lurked beneath their skin.

As they walked, they began to stare at the ground, the walls, and the ceiling, afraid of stepping on a brick they shouldn't have stepped on or bumping into a door they shouldn't have touched.

Zhang Yangqing continued, his voice not loud, but every word seemed to be nailed into their hearts: "Or rather, this entire shelter building is 'bear'."

Upon hearing this, the two henchmen were stunned into silence.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes suddenly contracted her pupils, and her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the hilt of the holy sword.

The high-earning man stumbled backward, almost tripping over his own foot.

They looked around at the walls, floors, and ceilings, at the white marble tiles, the bright crystal chandeliers, and the paintings hanging on the walls, and suddenly everything seemed unfamiliar.

The white-collar man swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly: "Brother, according to you, aren't we inside a bear's belly?"

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him and said calmly, "I'm just giving a guess because I think a lot and come up with a solution. Don't you think there's anything else strange about this place?"

This sentence sounds like a teacher asking students if they understood what they just learned.

The high-earning man and the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

They felt that something was wrong with everything around them, and there were so many things that they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

Zhang Yangqing sighed, his expression like that of a teacher facing a student who doesn't understand.

He pointed to the sack the white-collar man was carrying: "Look behind you."

The white-collar man and the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes turned around at the same time. The corridor was empty except for that middle-aged woman sitting strangely behind the counter, writing with her head down.

The ground was so clean it reflected light; there was nothing there.

The white-collar man scratched his head, looking bewildered: "Nothing?"

Zhang Yangqing sighed again, this time even more heavily: "Didn't you notice that the blood dripping from the corpse in the sack has disappeared?"

The gold-collar worker's pupils dilated suddenly. He abruptly squatted down, put the sack on the ground, and turned it over to examine it.

The bottom of the burlap sack was wet, and liquid was still dripping out.

But there was nothing on the ground. The dripping blood disappeared the moment it touched the ground, as if it had been swallowed up by something.

He reached out and touched the ground; it was dry, clean, and without any trace.

The high-earner looked up at Zhang Yangqing, his voice trembling: "Could it be that this is the reason why this place is so spotless?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes suddenly turned her head, as if she had been struck by something.

Her eyes lit up, but not with excitement; rather, with a lingering fear after a sudden realization: "Big brother, are you reminding us that there's a rule here that can make us disappear? We just haven't triggered it yet. If we do, we'll disappear too?" (End of Chapter)