Rules of the Strange: Starting with the Lunar New Year's Eve Dungeon

"Hahahaha! That's hilarious! What the hell is this red outfit?!"

"Faceless Woman: I've never been treated like this in my life! Not only am I called ugly, but I'm also criticized for my shabby clothes!"

"What the heck is that red candle? Lunar New Year's money? That's such a flimsy excuse!"

"Am I the only one who noticed? When Yunxi threw the candle just now, the faceless woman was clearly scared! She was afraid of that red thing!"

After Yunxi dealt with the obstacle, she turned around and kicked her ghost father, who was still pretending to be dead.

"Alright, stop pretending. Everyone's gone. Get up and lead the way. If you dawdle and delay the auspicious time, I'll hold you responsible!"

Ghost Father shakily got up, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Yunxi was no longer just fear, but even a hint of admiration.

Is this what a big shot is like? He even dares to curse this kind of scoundrel?

After walking for about ten more minutes, we finally arrived at our destination—the mass grave.

There were messy graves everywhere, some without even a tombstone, just a rotten piece of wood stuck in the ground. A cold wind blew, and will-o'-the-wisps flickered; it was eerie no matter how you looked at it.

The old man pointed to the largest grave mound in the very center, his voice trembling, indicating that it was his grandfather's house.

Yunxi stepped forward and saw that the grave mound was almost collapsed, covered with black weeds, and the tombstone was broken in half.

"This is too shabby."

Yunxi sighed.

"That's why I'm so unfilial. If I had come back sooner, I would have built you a two-story villa."

He cleared his throat and shouted towards the grave.

"Grandpa! Your eldest grandson is here to take you home for the New Year! Come out quickly, don't sleep!"

The grave mound remained completely still.

"Hey? Trying to put on airs with me?"

Yunxi didn't give in and directly pulled out a string of 100-shot firecrackers that she had prepared beforehand from her bag.

This was the only item he redeemed from the system shop before entering the dungeon, costing him all his initial points.

In this world, this is a nuclear weapon!

"Grandpa, if you don't come out soon, your grandson is going to set off firecrackers! It's the New Year, I just want you to have a good bang and add some excitement!"

As she spoke, Yunxi took out a lighter and made a gesture as if to light it.

Just then, the burial mound suddenly began to shake violently.

"Boom!"

Earth and stones flew everywhere, and a withered hand suddenly emerged from the ground, followed by a zombie head dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes with a face covered in white hair!

The zombie's eyes glowed green, its fangs were at least three inches long, and it roared angrily from its throat:

"Roar—! Who dares disturb my peaceful cultivation!"

This is the ancestor of the Li family, the tyrant of Fengmen Village, and the thousand-year-old zombie king!

The viewers in the live stream were instantly breathless.

"A zombie! It really is a zombie! And from the Qing Dynasty!"

"Oh no, how are we supposed to fight this? This thing is impervious to blades and bullets!"

"Will Yunxi's little firecrackers be enough? A hundred shots? That wouldn't even be enough to tickle a zombie!"

However, when Yunxi saw the terrifying zombie king, she was not afraid at all. Instead, she stuffed the firecrackers into her pocket and showed a bright smile.

He pounced on it, grabbing the leg of the zombie that hadn't fully crawled out yet, in a very affectionate manner:

"Oh my! Grandpa! You've finally come out! I've missed you so much!"

The Zombie King was stunned.

He was about to explode, but this hug put him in his place.

This...this script isn't right! Why doesn't this human have that aversion and fear that he finds repulsive? Instead, there's a...comfortable feeling of blood ties with him?

"Grandpa, let's hurry home! The dumplings are all cooked, waiting for you to come back and sit in the head seat!"

As Yunxi spoke, she dragged the Zombie King out without saying a word.

The movement looked like pulling up a radish.

The Zombie King instinctively struggled, only to discover that this kid was surprisingly strong.

The main reason was that the unused red paper stuck to Yunxi's body suppressed his strength, making it impossible for him to exert any force.

"Roar... Let go... I don't eat dumplings..." the Zombie King roared indistinctly.

"What else would you eat if not dumplings? People?"

Yunxi glared at him

"That stuff is so unhygienic! Listen to me! Tonight we're having pork and scallion! I've even prepared the wine for you!"

As she spoke, Yunxi turned to her stunned father and shouted:

"What are you standing there for? Come and carry Grandpa on your back! Don't you have any common sense? Do I have to teach you?"

Ghost Father shuddered. Although he was extremely unwilling, under the dual pressure of Yunxi's tyranny and his father's zombie aura, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, squatting down.

And so, this unforgettable scene unfolded in the live stream:

In the pitch-black wilderness, a purplish-blue-faced ghost father carried a white-haired zombie grandfather on his back.

A young man wearing SpongeBob SquarePants shorts and carrying a red lantern followed beside them. The three formed a bizarre yet harmonious Spring Festival travel rush team and headed towards the village.

Yunxi was still chattering on beside her:

"Grandpa, you've sunk quite a bit! Looks like the food down there is pretty good. I'll trim your nails when we get back; they're too long and scratching people is no fun. And your teeth need to be ground down too, otherwise how are you going to chew these dumplings?"

The zombie king, perched on Ghost Father's back, had eyes filled with confusion and helplessness in his bright green eyes.

He had lived for a thousand years and had never seen such an arrogant grandson.

But for some reason, looking at that red lantern swaying in the wind, his heart, which had long since stopped beating, inexplicably felt a trace of...warmth?

Is this... Chinese New Year?

The journey back to the village was uneventful, after all, the team was too well-equipped.

With the thousand-year-old zombie king leading the way and Yunxi holding a red lantern bringing up the rear, the wandering ghosts and spirits along the roadside wouldn't dare to come up and cause trouble; they would even detour if they could smell the stench from 800 meters away.

Returning to the Li family's old house, I pushed open the door and was greeted by a warm feeling.

That was the "New Year's atmosphere" emanating from the Spring Festival couplets and lanterns, which dispelled most of the chill in the house.

The ghost mother stood in the kitchen doorway, holding a bloodstained cleaver, a fawning smile on her face.

"Eldest son... the dumpling filling is chopped, and he's... kneading the dough now."

Yunxi nodded

"Good job, I'll give you a thumbs up. First, carry Grandpa into the main room. Is that chair clean? If not, go and clean it quickly!"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, quickly placed the zombie king on his back onto the armchair, and then collapsed to the ground like a dog, panting heavily. He was exhausted from the journey and felt like his soul was about to leave him.

The Zombie King sat in the main seat, still maintaining his ferocious appearance, with his hands outstretched and his long fingernails gleaming coldly.

His bright green eyes darted around, as if searching for a target.

Yunxi walked over without any hesitation and reached out to press down the Zombie King's hand.

"Aren't you tired of holding it? Put it down and rest for a while."

Just as the zombie king was about to retaliate, Yunxi pulled out a pair of nail clippers.

"Come, Grandpa, before the dumplings are cooked, let me do your manicure. Your nails are too long and they'll easily get dirty and unhygienic."