Since all these rules and superstitions are outdated, what's wrong with me indulging in some me

The young man opened the package, which contained several fist-sized pieces of jade and gemstones. Some were whole, uncut stones, while others were pendants or bracelets.

Those jade pieces were clearly very valuable, gleaming even in the dim light.

"After it's done, come find me here, and I'll give you the remaining 30%."

"it is good."

The young man wrapped the items up again and put them in his backpack. He pulled down the brim of his hat and turned to leave the hidden corner of the abandoned warehouse quickly.

The moment I took my first step—

"Splash!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly broke the silence.

The young man felt his foot slip, and he instantly lost his balance, falling forward! He instinctively tried to brace himself with his hands, but the momentum was too great, and he still fell hard, his chin even hitting the cold, rough cement ground, the pain making his vision go black.

The young man scrambled to his feet and limped toward the broken iron gate.

However, fate did not seem to intend to let him off easily.

Just as he raised his hand to push open the half-closed, heavily corroded iron door—

"Creak... Clang!!!"

The heavy iron gate slammed onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust and making a deafening noise that echoed repeatedly in the empty warehouse.

The young man, still shaken, stared at the fallen iron gate.

Is this an iron gate? It must be made of paper! And of all times, it had to collapse right when he touched it?

From the shadows in the corner of the warehouse, a very low laugh seemed to come, but it quickly disappeared into the dusty air.

Meanwhile, back in the villa, Cheng Caijun, who had just successfully restored the circuit breaker that had tripped, was staring at the inexplicably dripping faucet and scratching his head.

"What's going on?" he murmured thoughtfully. "It feels like everything in the house is broken."

"drop--"

The sound of an electronic door opening came from downstairs.

Cheng Caijun went downstairs and saw a figure, fully armed but disheveled, limping towards him.

"Brother Lu! You're back!"

Lu Changsheng barely managed to lift his eyes to look, and was slightly taken aback.

Cheng Caijun is completely different from the chubby boy I remembered.

He had lost a lot of weight, his facial features were much clearer, and his exposed arms had developed muscle definition, making him look lean and capable.

Lu Changsheng's gaze swept over him twice.

"So you've... gone back to the drawing board?"

"hey-hey!"

Cheng Caijun scratched his head sheepishly, but his eyes sparkled. "The countermeasures team's training camp is no joke! It's tough, but the results are amazing! I feel full of energy now!"

He strode over to Lu Changsheng and looked him over with concern:

"Brother Lu, you look so handsome! You cleared the dungeon perfectly again! But why do you look so pale? Are you tired?"

He looked around and then said:

"Where's that little devil Aokiji?"

Lu Changsheng waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"She went out to seek refuge. Let's not talk about me, but your training is pretty good."

"Absolutely!" Cheng Caijun puffed out his chest. "I'm much better at escaping now!"

He recalled his embarrassing experience at Qing Teng High School and laughed out loud.

Lu Changsheng laughed along, but as he laughed, he suddenly thought of something, and his gaze towards Cheng Caijun became strange:

"Chengcai, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Lu Changsheng's expression was a little strange.

Cheng Caijun was taken aback by this abrupt question and instinctively answered:

"Ghosts? Uh, to be honest, I'm a little scared..."

"Good, very good, I knew you weren't afraid!"

Lu Changsheng interrupted him directly.

"what?"

Cheng Caijun was stunned.

Didn't Brother Lu hear me clearly? Did you just say you were afraid of ghosts?

Lu Changsheng didn't give him a chance to ask further questions and went straight to the point:

"Come on, come with me."

"Go out? Where to?"

Cheng Caijun's curiosity was immediately piqued, and he was also slightly excited.

You'll find out then.

"What should we bring?"

"You don't need anything, just bring your men and your guts!"

Half an hour later, Cheng Caijun stood at the villa entrance, watching Lu Changsheng stuff talismans, red threads, copper coins, and a few stones into a backpack, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Brother Lu, where are we going?"

Cheng Caijun swallowed hard, Lu Changsheng's words, "Are you afraid of ghosts?" still echoing in his ears.

Lu Changsheng zipped up his backpack and glanced back at him:

"Let me show you the world."

"To broaden one's horizons..."

Cheng Caijun murmured repeatedly, looking at the red string that Lu Changsheng handed him, "What's this?"

"Wear it on your left wrist, don't lose it."

Lu Changsheng tied one on himself as well.

Cheng Caijun obediently did as instructed, tying the red string. The cool sensation spread along his skin, as if a clear stream was seeping into his body.

Lu Changsheng glanced at his watch; it was 11:30 p.m.

"It's about time, let's go."

The two hailed a taxi.

"Driver, go to the west of the city, to the old industrial area."

"An old industrial area?"

The driver gave the two of them a strange look. "It's so late at night, where are you going?"

"Let's go practice our courage in the abandoned factory area." Lu Changsheng handed over two red bills. "Please drive faster, driver."

The driver glanced at the banknotes, then at the two young men in the rearview mirror, muttering to himself, but still responded aloud:

"Alright."

As the car drove into the night, the further west it went, the sparser the streetlights became, and the more dilapidated the buildings on both sides of the street grew. Cheng Caijun watched the desolate scenery receding outside the window, and his palms began to sweat.

"Brother Lu, this place..."

"Hmm, heavy with yin energy, rarely visited by people," Lu Changsheng said calmly. "Perfect for getting things done."

"Brother Lu, what exactly are we going to do? Are you going to bury me alive because you don't like me?"

Cheng Caijun felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Lu Changsheng's face in the darkness.

Lu Changsheng glanced at him with a smile and uttered three words indifferently:

"Open the gates of hell."

"Huh?" Cheng Caijun thought he had misheard. "Open what?"

"Open the gates of hell, and go to the realm of ghosts."

Seeing Lu Changsheng's serious expression, Cheng Caijun knew he wasn't joking, and his heart pounded with even more panic.

"Brother Lu, I...I'm really afraid of ghosts!"

"Being afraid is the right thing to do."

Lu Changsheng patted him on the shoulder, "The more afraid you are, the more you should remember to stick close to me, don't run around, don't answer any calls, and don't look back."

The car stopped in front of the gate of an abandoned factory. After paying and getting out, the driver sped away as if something was chasing him.

Before me stood the dilapidated sign of the fertilizer factory, its rusted iron gate ajar. A night wind blew, and the hinges creaked painfully.

Cheng Caijun swallowed hard.

"Right...right here?"

"Yes, this place is filled with yin energy and rarely visited by people, making it the perfect place to open the gate to the underworld."

Lu Changsheng pushed open the iron gate and went in first.