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

Chapter 38 The Maverick Chosen One, Falling From the Altar?

Zhang Yangqing didn't listen to her explanation, you either let the mouse go, or don't get in the car.

Is this a mouse? Can I be wrong?

In desperation, the old lady had no choice but to throw the mouse down, and Zhang Yangqing put it in the car.

But Zhang Yangqing observed one thing, she didn't seem to be afraid of mice.

I don't know if these details are useful, but Zhang Yangqing always remembers them.

He is not simply suppressing by force. He actually does many things only after he has figured it out.

It's just that his actions are rather arrogant, which makes people feel that he is a simple reckless man.

In fact, when your fist is big enough, you will omit some complicated methods and use the simplest and most efficient way to solve the problem.

In this selection, only 48 candidates chose to let the old lady bring the 'little animal' into the car.

There are 152 candidates who choose to let the old lady let the small animals go, because it will not violate the rules.

In this round of selection, Zhang Yangqing behaved relatively ordinary, with a feeling of following the crowd.

It didn't have the explosive start of the previous round, which made people feel that he didn't understand it either.

The third is a man wearing a vest with all the hair on his body that can be used as clothes.

This man has a lot of hair on his body and a thick beard on his face.

It stands to reason that this type of people have well-developed sweat glands, and they have more or less a smell on their bodies.

But the strange thing is that he does not have such a smell, but gives people a refreshing feeling.

Dressed casually, he looked like an elegant man, and his gestures revealed a kind of noble self-cultivation.

When he got on the bus, in addition to the ticket, he also took out a 500 denomination banknote tip from his pocket.

The fourth one is more mysterious. He is wearing a black hoodie, the hat covers his hair, and he wears a mask full of graffiti, so he can't see his appearance clearly.

After careful observation, these graffiti seem to be some special characters, but none of the Chosen Ones recognize them.

But many people have remembered this point, maybe this is the clue or not.

He didn't give a tip when he got in the car, and he seemed to deliberately get close to the chosen one, and then the careful chosen one heard that his 'breathing' was heavy.

Under the hood, his eyes became enchanted, but no one could see it, not even Zhang Yangqing and Mitarai Saburo.

After that, people got into the car one after another, most of them were strange people, and there were also a few people who looked normal.

There were eight passengers in total, and five of them were willing to tip the Chosen One, but the amounts they gave were different.

"Maybe the higher the price, the more difficult the questions they ask later?"

This is what many of the chosen ones have in mind.

After all, the world of ghost stories has just started, and there is still very little information available, so you can only use your own judgment.

And the time for this judgment is just over ten seconds, and you can do whatever comes to your mind.

Maybe some people later suddenly realize that the decision they just made was stupid, and it is useless to regret it, so they can only find ways to make up for it.

This is how most of the chosen ones pass the level.

Among the 39 candidates, 160 chose to take tips, and [-] chose to refuse tips.

There is only one exception, and this person is Mitarai Saburo, the chosen one of the Sakura Kingdom.

He declined tips from three travelers but accepted tips from two others.

Only he is taking it selectively, and the others either don't take it, or take it all.

Even Zhang Yangqing seemed so 'ordinary' among the two choices in this round.

Because he chose not to tip this time, just like most of the chosen ones.

And in the case of the old lady, he did not stand alone, and chose to be the same as the public.

Everyone subconsciously felt that there was nothing special about Zhang Yangqing this time, as if he had fallen from the altar.

You know, the last time at the Wax Museum, Zhang Yangqing went out before the time started, and was the only one who went out, the scene was quite explosive.

If Zhang Yangqing knew what they were thinking, he would have said in a speechless voice: Isn't this round a choice, is there any room for fuss?

Do I still have to perform an impromptu rap for you to show that I am really hot in Thai pants?
The performance of Saburo Mitarai was very special, and the expert groups from various countries felt that he should have noticed something.

Seeing this, the audience in Sakura Country began to cheer and applaud.

: Your Excellency Saburo Mitarai must have known through careful observation which tips are dangerous and which ones are not, so he took them selectively, unlike other people who rely on blindness.

: According to me, the chosen one of the Dragon Kingdom is a reckless man who can only break through with violence. If intelligence is needed, he is no match for Mitarai Saburo at all, and his choices have no technical content at all.

: Extraordinary is nothing more than that, this dungeon is two and a half stars, I am afraid that even an extraordinary can't do whatever they want.

: Blindly guessing that the chosen one of the Dragon Kingdom is going to die in waves this time, this dungeon is not easy at first glance.

: It's a pity that they were fooled last time, otherwise the Dragon Kingdom would be destroyed.

Many people in the Sakura Kingdom are still lamenting that the Dragon Kingdom is lucky, and almost covered all the strange stories.

Full coverage is a catastrophic blow, like doomsday.

Very few survived.

While sighing, he didn't seem to realize that his country had already knelt seven times in a row.

In the world of strange stories, there seemed to be no casualties this round.

Because everyone has seen a lot, and knows that not understanding the rules and blindly trying to avoid them are not the answer.

Only by following the rules, finding a way to use the rules, and getting more information can we survive.

Seeing that it was almost 12:[-] noon, it seemed that there were no passengers coming over, and the Chosen Ones all chose to get on the bus one after another. If they didn't get on the bus at this time, everyone could see that it was a dead letter.

At this moment, a woman hurriedly ran over from the station entrance.

"Wait for me, I'm not in the car yet!"

The woman was dressed in casual clothes, holding a small red flag in her hand, and had a work permit hanging around her neck.

It was only now that many chosen ones remembered that Rule 6 mentioned: You have a little assistant who can help you very well, and you can trust her completely.

Maybe it was this one.

On the way she ran over, the chosen ones looked at her carefully.

This woman looks very young, listening to her speak like pearls, her voice is soft and clear, extremely beautiful.

Looking at her a few more times, he saw that she was innocent, playful and playful, with flushed cheeks.

Not very old, but with a clear and beautiful complexion, coupled with delicate, smooth, tender and jade-like icy muscles and bones, it really gives people a sense of a girly girl.

Just like a female college student who has just graduated from social practice, her childishness has not faded away.

There is another kind of expectation for the new environment, which is always full of vitality and vitality.

It seems like a clear stream in this strange world, a good medicine that can heal people's mood.

This is what the 'little helper' feels like for all the Chosen Ones.

She got into the car very quickly, but now the chosen ones are more cautious, and they will choose to trust her only after they are sure that she is their little assistant.

Because that's what the rules say.

When the chosen ones hadn't determined whether this woman was the little assistant, the first trouble had already arrived.

The time had reached 12:[-] noon, and there seemed to be more and more people on the platform, all looking at the bus with malicious expressions on their faces.

However, the driver is still sleeping?
(End of this chapter)