As he gave his instructions, the staff member in front of him disappeared from sight.

He was just stating the rules; there wasn't much information worth paying attention to.

Jiang Ran's gaze swept across the warehouse and quickly spotted the parrot standing on the iron frame preening its feathers.

Seemingly noticing Jiang Ran's gaze, the parrot turned its head and stared straight at him.

"Would you be willing to follow the guidance of the mountain god?"

The parrot asked the exact same question that Smir had asked before, and Wips became wary, immediately remembering the rule that if you hear a parrot talking, pretend you didn't hear it. But Jiang Ran had a different opinion.

Rule 4: You may see all sorts of small animals in the inn. Remember, parrots don't talk. If you see a talking parrot, pretend you didn't hear it. The animals are mostly docile, but you should never stay in a room with the same kind of animal for too long.

"I want to verify rule four!"

The reason why the Seer has an SSS-level talent is not just that he can verify the truth or falsehood of a rule, but that he can break down the truth or falsehood of each rule one by one!

After all, besides rules that are completely true and completely false, there are also many rules that are half true and half false. Once a prophet encounters such a rule, he can accurately give the correct and incorrect information in the rule!

This rule is partly true and partly false.

You might see all sorts of small animals in the inn – correct.

[Remember, parrots cannot talk. If you see a talking parrot, please pretend you didn't hear it—this is incorrect.]

Animals are mostly docile, but you should never stay in the same room with the same kind of animal for too long – correct.

Sure enough! The most crucial part was wrong!

After all, the first thought of a normal person when faced with such a situation is to remain silent. Responding to something they shouldn't have done has led to their death far too many times in other supernatural tales.

If they don't respond to the parrot, they will miss this only opportunity!

Bringing experiences from other ghost stories into the dungeon you're currently challenging isn't a bad thing, but blindly following past experiences will only lead to failure!

Every ghost story world is a unique existence!

Having obtained accurate information, Jiang Ran stepped forward and faced the parrot directly: "What exactly is this mountain god you're talking about?"

Wips broke out in a cold sweat. He silently nudged Jiang Ran from behind: "Hey... bro, the rules, the rules! Have you forgotten?"

The atmosphere in the live stream was extremely tense. Since nothing had happened when Smirn didn't respond to the parrot, everyone subconsciously assumed that the rule was correct!

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong? That parrot looks really strange!"

The netizens in the White Eagle Kingdom were also excited at this moment. Their own failure was certainly heartbreaking, but the success of others was undoubtedly even more painful. Although their Smir was gone, as long as they achieved zero clears in this Strange Tales World, no one could say anything to them!

"Die! Die! Die! Die!"

For most people who are hostile to Jiang Ran, it doesn't matter that their country's ghost story masters are dead; the best outcome would be if Jiang Ran could die with them!

Lin Changqing was also extremely tense at this moment. Because the first prompt was too short, a lot of information was not fully explained. He wanted to use the second prompt to remind Jiang Ran, but it was too late now.

All we can do is trust him!

Jiang Ran repeated his question once more: "What exactly is the Mountain God?"

"The mountain god is a deity who protects this land."

To everyone's surprise, the parrot actually responded to Jiang Ran, and nothing else happened!

"Damn it! That guy guessed right again!"

"As expected of my brother Jiang, his luck is just amazing!"

"Weips from our North Union must be incredibly envious!"

While everyone was praising Jiang Ran's good luck, Lin Changqing's thoughts were completely different from theirs!

One or two times could be attributed to luck, but so many times, is it really all just luck?

In the capital of the White Eagle Nation, far across the ocean, in a luxurious room, a young man in a shirt is looking at a screen with his legs crossed, while behind him is a row of bodyguards in suits who dare not even breathe.

"Mr. Arceus, what do you think of this man?"

Arceus narrowed his eyes: "He definitely has some way of judging whether the rules are correct or not. I can see that confidence in his eyes, a confidence that no one else has, a look of complete certainty!"

As the only SSS-level talent among the ghost story tellers in the White Eagle Kingdom, Arceus looked at the screen with a serious expression, which surprised the bodyguards behind him.

“Perhaps none of you have noticed a detail: he never seems to take out his Demon Hunter pistol in this world.” Arceus rested his chin on his hands. “His talent is absolutely extraordinary, there’s no doubt about that!”

"If I could, I would really like to compete with him in the same world, regardless of nationality or stance, just a duel between two top-notch ghost storytellers!"

"Sir... please refrain from saying such things."

"What good would it do to say it? Would those people up there dare to lay a hand on me? To lay a hand on White Eagle's only SSS-level talent? Don't be naive. Right now, they need me, not the other way around."

Ignoring the bodyguards behind him, Arceus continued watching the live stream and even typed "Go Jiang Ge!" in the chat!

The security guards behind him were nearly scared out of their wits. Dude! Posting is fine, but please don't use your main account to post it!

"Holy crap, did a comment from a max-level account just fly by?"

"Go Jiang Ge! Oh, he's one of us!"

"Wait a minute, why is this name all in English? Hmm... Holy crap! An officially certified ghost story writer, number one in the White Eagle region!"

The faces of the high-ranking officials in the United States who were watching the live broadcast darkened.

The comments section was buzzing with arguments, and Jiang Ran had already raised further questions about the parrot's words.

"Blessing? I don't feel like He is blessing the world at all. The disorienting white mist and the inn filled with murderous intent, is this His blessing?"

The parrot was silent for a moment, then continued, "The fact that you can still stand here and talk to me is a testament to the mountain god's protection."

“Originally, touching this fog meant certain death. The mountain god is not omniscient and omnipotent; he can only do his best to delay the fog’s effects on you. If this inn were not on this mountain, there wouldn’t be a single living person here.”

Jiang Ran nodded, acknowledging his explanation, and then continued to ask, "So what caused this fog? And what role did that black-clad staff member play?"

"These are all because of the mountain god's curse."

The two people and everyone in the live stream were stunned for a moment, because according to what the parrot had said before, the mountain god should be a good person, so why would these be the mountain god's curse?