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

On a dark and windy night, the cold sea breeze blew on my wet clothes.

It made people sneeze involuntarily.

The Pope gazed at the vast ocean, wondering how to send a distress signal in this deserted place.

The best way would be to find some firewood and light it; the fire might be able to attract the attention of your companions.

However, those attracted by the fire are not necessarily all companions.

If you encounter pirates, sea beasts, strange creatures or the like, it will be difficult to deal with them.

After all, this is the sea, so it's normal to think about these things.

Just as he was lost in thought, the sudden sound of tidal waves broke the tranquility of the night.

The Pope involuntarily looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a horrifying scene slowly emerging on the sea level under the moonlight. One by one, disheveled heads seemed to rise from the abyss, floating quietly among the waves.

The heads bobbed up and down with the waves.

They had no expression on their faces, but their eyes flashed a strange red light as they stared at the Pope. That gaze seemed to make people's consciousness a little blurred, and their bodies involuntarily walked towards the sea.

The Pope, who had just come to his senses, found that the sea water had spread to his knees.

He suddenly stepped back a distance and returned to the beach.

A strong chill suddenly surged in my heart, the hair on my body stood on end, and an ominous premonition arose.

Just during this brief moment of trance, I almost walked into the sea.

If I encounter some more terrifying monsters, wouldn’t I die without knowing how?

It seems that there are many terrible things hidden in the deep sea.

When I thought about the fact that I was still a salvager this time, I would most likely have to go into the water.

The Pope will have a headache when he has to face these strange creatures.

He only regretted that his current body was so strange that he couldn't feel any power. Otherwise, he would be able to solve all the weirdness around him with a wave of his hand.

Thinking of this, the Pope smiled bitterly and shook his head.

How come I have forgotten some of the details that Zhang Tianshi just told me?

When you encounter danger, you should think of ways to resolve it instead of thinking of ways to restore your strength.

Once a transcendent person relies too much on strength, his thinking ability will be greatly reduced.

The Pope quickly calmed down and found that these strange creatures seemed unable to come ashore.

Then I still have to find a way to let other people find me. There is a small forest behind me, and maybe there are tools for making fire there.

At the very least, you have to dry your clothes.

If the cold wind continues like this, my frail body will probably catch a cold.

Cold? It's a word I haven't encountered in decades.

The Pope continued to recall Zhang Yangqing's words in his mind.

Then began to simulate Zhang Yangqing's way of thinking.

Since this strange story has turned me into an ordinary person, the body of an ordinary person should be able to sense things that the extraordinary person cannot.

So this time I have to adapt to my body and stop complaining.

Even though the Pope was just simulating this, his mentality has changed significantly.

Even Greco, who was outside the big screen, felt a little relieved when he saw this scene.

He was also afraid that the Pope would get stuck in a rut, which would not only slow down the progress but also prevent him from reacting in time when danger arose.

In the world of ghost stories, the Pope entered the mysterious forest in the center of the island.

At this stage, the Pope discovered some hidden clues.

As we all know, forests are rambling, with tall trees all around and weeds all over the ground.

Only a little moonlight penetrated the treetops, illuminating the way forward. Where the moonlight illuminated was not necessarily the road, but where the weeds were trampled, someone must have passed by.

As the saying goes, there are no roads in this world, but when people walk on them, they become roads. The same is true.

Someone had been walking here, so this should be the direction to go, and the Pope followed this winding path.

Without any cultivation and without a god-level teammate like Zhang Yangqing, the Pope was so cautious with every step he took.

The grass beneath your feet may seem soft and harmless, but it actually holds a mystery.

When he stepped on it lightly, in addition to the familiar rustling sound, there was also a slight and harsh snapping sound, like a fragile branch breaking silently.

But a strange premonition arose in the Pope's heart. The sound was more like stepping on something that should not be touched.

He lowered his head and looked carefully. In the faint moonlight, he could vaguely see something white under his feet.

A chill ran up his spine, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be stepping on bones.

Just then, a cold wind blew through the treetops, bringing with it a biting chill and inexplicable whispers.

The surrounding trees seemed to be endowed with life. The treetops swayed wildly in the night wind, making bursts of whimpering, like countless invisible hands dancing in the darkness.

The swaying shadows of the trees became distorted and strange under the moonlight. They intertwined and overlapped, forming a series of heart-pounding pictures.

Just looking at these trees gave the Pope a dizzy feeling, similar to the strange creatures in the sea.

If the other chosen ones saw this, they would definitely not dare to move forward.

But the Pope was different. Zhang Yangqing had taught him a lot.

Once there is something similar here, then it means there is a solution nearby.

The Pope's thinking logic is very clear at this moment. If he wants to move in the sea, he must find a way to avoid being confused by the weirdness of the water.

Perhaps the world of ghost stories "washed" itself to this island so that it could find a solution.

In this case, we should explore deeper.

Thinking of this, the Pope gritted his teeth and walked in.

After walking for a distance, he felt a little emotional.

"I kind of admire those ordinary Chosen Ones for being able to move forward in such a harsh environment."

It was a dark and windy night in an unfamiliar place, and one wrong step could result in death.

If you make a wrong judgment once, it will trigger the arrival of something strange, and you will die without a burial place.

Those ordinary chosen ones have no strength at all, and without powerful teammates like Zhang Yangqing, they still dare to move forward in such a dangerous world of ghost stories. The Pope has to admire them.

Sometimes when the Pope sees ordinary Chosen Ones frightened and panicking, he can’t help but wonder, it’s just a small danger, is it that serious?
Now it seems that this is not the case. It really takes great courage to overcome fear.

But now, the Pope feels that he is also a brave ordinary chosen one.

This is what is going on in his mind at this moment.

No one expected that he would still be in the mood to think about these things at this time.

In the world of ghost stories, a mysterious island lies deep in the forest.

As the Pope continues to advance, the difficulty of the world of ghost stories begins to emerge.

There was originally only one road, but now there are forks in the road, leading to three different directions.

According to the Pope's experience, only one of these three paths is definitely correct, and the others are wrong paths, and may even lead to the death of the chosen ones.

How to choose the right path depends on how the chosen ones judge.

The Pope looked around carefully and it seemed that the roads were indeed walked by people.

There was nothing nearby to base his judgment on, or he couldn't find a way to make a judgment, so he could only use the simplest method, the process of elimination.

(End of this chapter)