Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

The wind subsided and the clouds turned inky, autumn's desolation deepened into twilight.

As dusk settled and night approached, Chen Feng and his group squatted by the roadside at the village entrance, seemingly waiting for someone.

Xiangsigui impatiently made a popping sound: "Can't we just go find the boy directly?"

"Haste makes waste, sister!"

Chen Feng knew that the Love-Sick Ghost was in a hurry, but he shouldn't rush. After all, they didn't know the Starving Ghost's killing rules. What if they were killed in a three-on-one fight? Wouldn't that be very embarrassing?

Elbow Strike Ghost retorted, "Brother Feng, I don't think Starving Ghost's Elbow Strike can beat mine. Do you believe me?"

He jokingly replied dismissively, "Believe it, believe it, but there's nothing wrong with finding some cannon fodder to help us test the rules of killing, right?"

That's right.

Chen Feng and his group were waiting for elites from various universes.

However, before that, they need to change their image to avoid being mistaken for bosses by the elites.

The joke turned into a loud-voiced, burly man.

Chen Feng said, "Your mouth is so big, let's call you Big Mouth."

Elbow Strike Ghost turned into a dark-skinned physical education student.

Chen Feng said, "Since you specialize in elbow strikes, let's call you Big Strike... Big Zhou!"

Finally, there's Sister Xiaosi. She doesn't need to change much; she just needs to shorten her height to two meters.

Thick fog rolled in, and the streetlights flickered.

After the three monsters completed their transformations, the first batch of elites appeared.

Suddenly, two yellowish car lights appeared in the smog, and then a rusty bus drove up.

Chen Feng looked at the front of the car, and just as he had thought, the driver's seat was empty; there was no driver.

A man with a dagger at his waist and dressed in a yellow robe jumped down, claiming to be the ninth-floor postman of the Ghost Post Office.

"Just call me Taoist Master."

Before the Taoist priest could finish speaking, a beam of light descended from the sky and landed at the village entrance.

A man in a suit with a cigarette in his mouth and a cross around his neck was teleported over.

It was cold, but not shivering.

The man in the suit straightened his sleeves: "Damn, I should have worn more. I'm the captain of the Celestial Team. Are you here on an SSS-level supernatural mission too?"

Drip!

The arrival of the second bus interrupted everyone's conversation.

This time, a young man dressed as a doctor came down: "Am I the only one? No wonder it's a ten-mission mission."

It's so lively!

Chen Feng pretended to be there to complete a mission as well, and exchanged information with the others: "We are citizens of the Ghost City. What are your missions?"

As a postman, the Taoist priest accepted a delivery mission: [On April 3rd, enter the Good People's Village, place a letter on the festival banquet table, and then you can leave.]

The man in the suit's task is: [On April 3rd, reincarnators must go to the Good People's Village to participate in the festival, eat and drink well at the banquet, and after completing the task, they can be teleported back to the reincarnation space.]

The same message, they can just deliver it and run away.

You also have to attend the banquet.

Chen Feng retorted, "This is a bit too sturdy."

But the real test is yet to come.

The doctor pulled out a postcard covered in blood-written words. It read: "[April 3rd, attending the festival banquet at Good People's Village: Late arrival, execution! Not eating or drinking well, execution! Leaving early, execution!]"

Not only must one attend banquets.

Moreover, after completing the task, they had to leave on foot.

Even the slightest mistake can lead to annihilation.

Chen Feng looked at the doctor sympathetically: "Have you considered going indoors to swing on the swing?"

The doctor nodded: "Okay, I'll take this seriously."

That's quite humorous.

Chen Feng went through everyone's tasks in his mind and basically figured out most of the rules of the Starving Ghost: "This guy's killing rules should be related to food."

Elbow Strike Guise was dumbfounded: "How did you figure that out?"

Chen Feng immediately interjected, "Don't you think the phrase 'eat well and drink well' is a bit abrupt?"

The Taoist priest chimed in, "Good Village, 'good' means 'good,' and one good plus one person naturally equals food."

The doctor said, "April 4th is Qingming Festival, and the day before Qingming Festival is Hanshi Festival, which is April 3rd as mentioned in the mission."

The man in the suit patted himself on the shoulder: "When I was teleported here, my clothes were still here, but the food was gone."

As expected of elites selected from various universes, they are indeed impressive.

While admiring him in his heart, Chen Feng also had a slight doubt.

strangeness.

The language and festivals used here are exactly the same as those on Earth.

They're supposed to be selecting elites from the multiverse, but all they've come to are humans.

Recalling the narrative capabilities of the dream pantheon, a bold idea flashed through Chen Feng's mind: "Could the real world be similar to Earth?"

At this point, the others also figured out the boy's killing rules: "Why emphasize eating and drinking well? Does that mean people will die if they don't eat and drink well?"

None of them knew who their opponents were.

But the Three Devils knew that the one on the other side was the Starving Devils.

Elbow Strike Ghost muttered, "Starve to death? Starve to death! So this is the little boy's rule for killing. He's still an honest man, after all, for giving so many hints."

They weren't that honest either.

Chen Feng disagreed: "The Cold Food Festival has the custom of abstaining from fire and eating cold food, so there is basically no food. And the food served during the Qingming Festival is mostly for ghosts."

Are you trying to steal food from ghosts?

Chen Feng glanced at the village in front of him: "If I'm not mistaken, there probably isn't much to eat here."

As Chen Feng said.

The group wandered around the village for half a day but found nothing.

Every household had its doors closed. The Taoist priest used his lightness skill to jump inside and found that the rice and flour jars were empty, there was nothing there at all.

Only one house in the village still had its lights on.

He was a very tall, blind old man.

"You asked where the other villagers went? They all took food and went to the Good People Village."

"Me? Good People Village is too far away, my eyesight is failing, I can't walk the mountain roads."

"Are you hungry? But it's the Cold Food Festival now, and all the cold food is gone."

Just as Chen Feng said.

The entire village consists of offerings for ghosts.

If you eat, you'll attract a vengeful ghost and die; if you don't eat, you'll trigger the starvation-induced murder rule, which also leads to death.

"Eat as much as you want, I can handle it."

At this time.

The Taoist priest stepped forward. As the postman of the ninth floor, he had delivered letters to ghosts nine times and had seen all sorts of situations.

"To be honest, I've been practicing martial arts since I was a child, for thirty years now. My constitution is so strong I could chop down trees. Look at the jade pendant I'm wearing; it was a gift from my grandfather, the Purple-Robed Celestial Master. And the fox spirit is raised by my grandmother, a shaman. With them around, a mere evil spirit is nothing!"

Upon hearing this...

The man in the suit retorted, "My mother has a double doctorate in folklore and archaeology, and my father is an archbishop. From childhood to adulthood, I've always eaten communion and bathed in holy water. Look at this cross—it was passed down from the Pope to me ten generations ago!"

"I've heard so much about you."

"Amazing!"

The two walked side by side toward the grave, and had just picked up an apple.

With a bang.

The cross on the man in the suit has turned black.

The Taoist priest's jade pendant exploded.

The holy book worn by the man in the suit spontaneously combusted.

Even the fox spirit on the Taoist priest was inexplicably paired with something else.

Chen Feng looked at the tall, blind old man and asked, "I guess the ghost on this grave is a female ghost who was born on an unlucky day, month, and year, and who killed all her relatives at birth, was bullied, disfigured, pregnant, abandoned, and finally died in childbirth?"

The old man shook his head: "It's even worse than this. Young men, you didn't touch any of her and her two children's belongings, did you?"

Is it worse than this?

Chen Feng was taken aback: "Mother and three? Surely the child in her womb isn't a conjoined twin with the cursed fate of a wicked person destined for ten lifetimes of evil, and also has albinism?"

"It's even worse than that," the old man added. "After they died, their enemies put them in wooden coffins in Xiangshan and buried them in a place where yin energy gathers. Last year, during a thunderstorm, a flash flood swept through Good People Village, washing the wooden coffins out and scattering the remains all over the ground, which attracted black dogs."

"As the black dog was eating, it was pierced by a bone spur, and its filthy blood flowed all over the ground and seeped into the grave."

I rely on.

Chen Feng quickly summoned the Ghost-Catching System to check the strength of the grave mound.

[A thousand-year-old blood feud, a ten-thousand-year-old corpse demon, a celestial calamity, a lone star, an earthly calamity, a doomed conjoined twin, a yin demon that devours souls, erodes bones, rips out hearts and lungs, cuts off offspring, wipes out families, and plunges the world into the deepest hell, a demon mother]

[Star Rating: 940 stars]

Awesome.

Chen Feng thought to himself that this place truly lived up to its reputation as the place chosen by the God of Death. Even a random wild monster by the roadside was this strong. If the Ghost King from the Cihang City era had just glanced at him, Gaba would probably have died instantly.

And just then...

A black hand grabbed at the roast chicken on the grave mound and started gnawing on it.

Elbow Strike Ghost clicked his tongue in praise, "What else can I say? It's absolutely delicious!"

The female ghost rushed out immediately after the offerings were stolen, and in an instant, the world changed color!

"It's over!"

The Taoist priest and the man in the suit were both dumbfounded. "This is our tenth mission already, how come we still get matched with this kind of idiot newbie?"

However, the next second.

With a slight lift of his hand, Gui struck the female ghost, sending her soul flying.

To be fair, the female ghost is indeed very powerful, but to be admitted to the Underworld College, one must at least have 10,000 stars.

Your elbow!