You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

"hehe……"

The village chief let out a dry laugh and slowly turned around.

"Scholars are just naturally curious."

The village chief did not answer Lu Zhixing's question. Instead, he stretched out his withered finger and pointed to the densely packed memorial tablets in the ancestral hall.

"They were all people who died unjustly."

"He had too much resentment and bitterness in his life."

"It was not easy to finally find a place to settle down and make a living here."

"What we, the living, should do is not to reopen their wounds, nor to ask questions that shouldn't be asked."

The village chief's tone suddenly turned chilling.

"Instead, let them forget the past."

"Let them accept their fate."

May they rest in peace.

[System notification: You have triggered the hidden rule of the Village of the Wrongfully Dead—"Forgetting".]

[Rule Description: Here, the past of all the deceased has been rewritten. Any attempt to explore, question, or disseminate the "true history" will be considered blasphemy against all ancestors.]

[Warning: Your current words and actions have violated the rule "Forgotten," and the village chief's "trust" in you has dropped significantly!]

[Warning: If you violate this rule again, you will be deemed a "heretic" and punished with the "devouring of ten thousand souls"!]

Lu Zhixing looked at the system warning in front of him and understood.

really.

The core of this village is not worship, but suppression.

These altered life stories are like talismans pasted on a coffin lid.

The village chief's responsibility is to maintain the stability of these talismans.

"Thank you for your guidance, Village Chief."

Lu Zhixing bowed his head slightly, his posture respectful.

"I know I was wrong."

He did not argue further.

Once the rules are clear, any defiance is foolish.

The village chief's venomous eyes lingered on Lu Zhixing's face for a long time, as if trying to see through his true thoughts.

But Lu Zhixing performed flawlessly, appearing as a humble and eager learner.

"It's good that you admit your mistake."

The village chief forced a smile, a stiff twitch at the corners of his mouth.

"Let's continue chanting."

"Remember, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about."

……

at the same time.

From the other end of the village of the wrongfully dead, mournful screams and the fragrance of traditional Chinese culture could be heard.

"Holy crap! Don't come any closer!"

Berserk Dragon Brother scrambled out of a mud-brick house, his face filled with terror.

Behind him, a "bride" dressed in a tattered wedding gown and with a dirty red cloth covering her face was walking stiffly, chasing after him step by step.

"Husband...don't run away..."

"It's time...to drink the nuptial wine..."

The "bride" chased after him while making sickeningly sweet calls.

In her hand, she held a wine glass made from a human skull, filled with a constantly bubbling black liquid.

"Who's your husband! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

As he ran, Brother Long wailed in the live stream.

"Guys, this game is fucking weird!"

"As soon as I entered the village, I saw a young woman sitting in this house crying. She said her husband had run away and asked me to come in and have a drink with her."

"I thought, 'Isn't this just an NPC to trigger a quest?' So I fucking went in!"

"And then! She called me 'husband' right away and brought out this thing!"

Brother Long glanced back at the skull-shaped wine glass that was still leaking black liquid, and his stomach churned.

"Is this even drinkable by a human?!"

The chat room was filled with laughter.

[Brother Long truly lives up to his title as the Federation's number one son-in-law; he finds wives wherever he goes!]

[Hahaha, while others come to the village to ask for lodging, Brother Long comes straight to the bridal chamber!]

[Brother Long, don't run away! Look how much your wife misses you. Come on, drink this cup of Ganges water!]

[Brother Long, have you forgotten Professor Chen's words? Don't easily trust anyone... or even a ghost!]

Brother Long was on the verge of tears.

He certainly remembered Professor Chen's words.

But when he first entered, the initial identity generated by the system was "Butcher".

The starting item is a rusty butcher knife.

This gave him a misconception.

I'm here to chop down ghosts, not to reason with them!

So, ignoring the woman crying by the well and the old man groaning by the roadside, he saw the bride sitting in the house, sobbing.

His damn competitive spirit kicked in again.

I, Brother Long, dare to enter the house that others dare not enter!

Tasks that others dare not take, Brother Long dares to take!

Then there is no more then.

The rules of this "ghost bride" are very domineering. Once you are recognized by her as your "husband", you must drink "cross-cupped wine" with her.

Otherwise, she will hunt you down to your death.

"No, we can't escape!"

As the ghost bride drew closer and closer, the pungent stench of death nearly suffocated Brother Long.

He gritted his teeth, suddenly stopped, and turned around.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the ghost bride and tens of millions of viewers, Brother Long suddenly knelt down on both knees with a "plop".

He raised his hands and pretended to slap himself hard twice.

"Snap! Snap!" The sound was crisp and loud.

"Wife! I was wrong!" Brother Long cried, his acting skills comparable to a federal movie star.

"I shouldn't have run! I just wanted to stretch my muscles so I could consummate our marriage tonight!"

"Come on, let your husband drink with you!"

As he spoke, he reached out to take the skull-shaped wine glass.

The ghost bride's movements froze.

She seemed to have never expected her "husband's" attitude to take such a 180-degree turn.

The chat in the live stream paused for a second.

Subsequently, an unprecedented frenzy erupted.

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

What did I see? A tactical kneeling?

[Brother Long, you're a fucking genius! If you can't beat them, you join them?]

From the Federation's toughest man to the Federation's number one son-in-law, and then to the Federation's number one sycophant, what have you been through, Brother Long?

I'm devastated. To survive, Brother Long really... would do anything.

This scene was also witnessed by Hao Ren, who lived in room 404 of the Happiness Apartment.

He was holding his coffee and almost spat it all over the screen.

"This thing..."

Hao Ren shook his head, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Although the process was absurd, Brother Long did stumble upon another hidden rule of this ghost bride—absolute obedience.

As long as you play the role of "husband" perfectly and meet all her demands, you can temporarily save your life.

Of course, the price is...

Hao Ren watched as Brother Long's trembling hand took the still bubbling black liquid from the glass, and then, with a death-defying air, drank it all in one gulp.

The shock level in the background skyrocketed instantly.

[Scare level from "Rampaging Dragon Bro" +999!]

[Scare level from "Rampaging Dragon Bro" +999!]

[From...]

Hao Ren took a satisfied sip of coffee.

Great, very energetic!