For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

After a brief period of shock, doubt, and disbelief, Luo Feng quickly accepted reality.

He calmly reviewed the information provided by the "Reincarnation Gu".

The first line is a comment that relates to the task details.

[Long ago, Panupong owed gambling debts. To repay them, he went into a mass grave at night to dig up a woman's corpse and refine it into corpse oil. During the process, a supernatural event occurred... Survive to the end to complete the mission.]

--I see.

This is similar to the storyline of a game. I have to follow the "Fragment of Panupong's Reincarnation" and complete a survival mission, which is to go with Wuchai to a local cemetery, dig up a newly dead female corpse in a mass grave, and refine corpse oil.

Luo Feng's mind worked very quickly; he guessed that he had fallen into some kind of "scenario" based on game mechanics.

By the way, some online novels I've read before also have similar stories.

"It's kind of like a game... but games usually have rewards, right?"

He continued examining the document while muttering to himself.

There is another line of information:

"After completing the task, you will receive a reward, be able to refine 'Gu materials,' and return to the real world."

"Gu materials?"

Just as Luo Feng was wondering what was going on, the relevant information was automatically fed back.

"Gu is the true essence of heaven and earth. Gu materials are the materials and resources used to refine Gu... Reincarnation Gu can communicate with reincarnation, connect cause and effect, and seek out suitable materials and resources to become Gu. According to type, it can be divided into five categories: human heart, ghosts and gods, grievances, calamities, and cause and effect..."

He didn't quite understand this part of the explanation.

"Panupong, I'll say it again!"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Clear your head, don't forget our task for today. We must get to the graveyard before the waning moon appears..."

Luo Feng then realized that the man beside him should be Panupong's friend, Wuchai.

"Last quarter moon?"

"Yes, it's midnight, especially when the crescent moon appears; that's the best time to refine corpse oil."

Wu Chai explained, "Women who died because of love would be the best, this corpse oil would definitely be more effective... Hey, it's a pity it's not a pregnant woman who died tragically, otherwise we could try to make 'Lu Gu,' that stuff is a top-quality product that many people are scrambling to get."

Upon hearing these words, Luo Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

My uncle, Xu Jianhua, collects antiques and artifacts all over Thailand, so he naturally knows some things about Thai black magic and witchcraft.

Corpse oil is a material often used by Thai black-clad ajarns and sorcerers who practice black magic to cast spells.

The "Luku" mentioned by Wuchai, also known as Luku or Luku, refers to the unborn fetus of humans and animals. Thai shamans use Luku to make amulets and Kuman Thong, or to perform magic spells and curses.

"That Panupong, and that Wuchai, those two have gone mad! They actually plan to get corpse oil?!"

Luo Feng thought these two were desperate for money.

Corpse oil is extracted by roasting the corpse. Common methods include roasting the chin with fire or cutting it off and roasting it little by little with a candle flame to extract the oil.

Thais believe that corpse oil can improve one's interpersonal relationships and attract romantic partners.

"What kind of crazy mission is this? It seems like we'll actually encounter supernatural phenomena and dangers..."

Luo Feng began to have second thoughts.

However, he dared not leave just like that. Who knew what would happen if he disobeyed the mission issued by the Reincarnation Gu...

"But I can't not go."

Since the message also mentioned that "a paranormal event occurred along the way," this trip to the cemetery must be very dangerous, and you might encounter paranormal events like those in horror movies. You must find a way to ensure your own safety.

"Alright, don't just stand there like an idiot, hurry up."

Wuchai simply snatched the lamp from his hand and strode forward.

At that moment, Luo Feng noticed a bulging cloth bag behind Wu Cai, and a short knife tucked into his waistband.

"It's that demon-slaying sword!"

This is the same dagger as before.

Luo Feng frowned. He remembered something else: according to Panupong's memory, Wuchai had also learned some witchcraft and was considered an expert.

Perhaps, I need to rely on Wuchai's power to find a glimmer of hope in this so-called terrifying mission.

Luo Feng thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and followed behind Wu Cai.

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"Yesterday, I learned from my uncle Kangchai that the female corpse was buried this morning... but it already showed some signs of decomposition when it was brought here, so it is quite suitable for making corpse oil."

Wuchai walked ahead carrying the lantern, muttering explanations under his breath.

"I've already told you before that the cemetery is a mass grave, and it's very ominous at night. Performing rituals there is extremely dangerous, so we both have to be careful."

"Why go so late at night?"

Luo Feng asked, "Can't we do it in broad daylight?"

"During the day, there are monks from the temple patrolling the area. If those monks see the two of us handling corpse oil, they'll definitely expose us. You don't want to get arrested by the police, do you?"

Wuchai explained, "Another point is that usually, to refine corpse oil, you need a place where yin energy gathers, and the effect will be better."

"Couldn't you just mix some coconut oil with something else to fool them?"

Luo Feng asked again.

As far as he knew, most of the corpse oil sold by unlicensed dealers was fake. To actually extract oil from corpses was not only troublesome, but also carried legal risks.

Card dealers aren't stupid; why would they do something like that? They collaborate with some card-making sorcerers to produce counterfeit cards to deceive people.

Upon hearing his words, Wuchai turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"This time, the customer is a black-clad Ajarn from Lampang Province. He studied black magic under a shaman from Myanmar and his skills are more profound than those of ordinary Ajarns. If the oil we send to him is found to be problematic, we might not even know how we died."

"..."

Luo Feng didn't know what to say and remained silent.

After walking through the mountains and forests for a while, the two arrived at the entrance to the cemetery.

Even before approaching the cemetery area, the surrounding air became unusually "cold".

Luo Feng looked around. According to Panupeng's memory, this place used to be a mass grave. Later, it was managed by a temple near the village and turned into a public cemetery to house unclaimed corpses.

"This place is where the bodies of those who died violent deaths are buried. Unclaimed remains from neighboring areas are brought here, waiting for the monks at the temple to hold a memorial service during the Loy Krathong festival and then cremate them collectively."

Wu Cai explained in a low voice.

"The resentment of those who died violent deaths is the strongest. Performing rituals in such places will awaken these spirits, so we must proceed with extreme caution."

After he finished speaking, he arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, where there was a large banyan tree with a thick trunk and long, thin aerial roots hanging from its tall trunk.

In front of the banyan tree stands a shrine. This type of shrine is called a "shrine house" in Thailand, and it is shaped like a small house. Inside, it enshrines the guardian deities of crematoriums and cemeteries—Kaligong and Kalapo.

"Let's say hello to these two first."

Wuchai took out candles, incense, and offerings from his cloth bag.

Next, he placed the offerings on banana leaves, lit candles and incense, put his hands together, and began to silently chant.

"We are here today only to collect some corpse oil, and we promise not to disturb this place again afterward... Now we offer this meager offering, and we ask that you, Kali Gong and Kara Po, make it convenient for us."

After doing all this, Wuchai slowly got up.

"Alright, there are two shovels behind the shrine. Let's each take one and go dig up the woman's grave now."

Are we really going to dig?

Luo Feng was very unwilling, but he still obediently took the shovel.

Panupong's memories state that Wuchai's uncle, an old man in charge of funerals in the village, was the one who told Wuchai about the female corpse.

Presumably, the shovel behind the banyan tree was also left behind by the old man.

"The fifth new mound on the right is that woman's grave. Come with me and dig it up."

Wuchai found the grave, stuffed his nose with two pieces of cloth, and started digging with a shovel.

Luo Feng was also unwilling, but he thought of the "mission" he had been given, so he could only stuff his nose and grit his teeth to shovel the dirt.

Because the burial pit wasn't very deep, Luo Feng and Wu Cai quickly dug out the fresh soil and found a female corpse buried underneath, wrapped in straw mats and a shroud.

The female corpse was clearly decomposed, emitting a terrible stench. Even though Luo Feng had stuffed his nostrils with cloth beforehand, he almost vomited from the stench.

"That's disgusting."

He suppressed the nausea brought on by the stench and, together with Wuchai, carried the female corpse out.

By the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Luo Feng could see that it was a female corpse that clearly showed signs of decomposition.

The woman had an ordinary appearance, a mole on the corner of her mouth with some hair on it, and dressed very simply. It is said that she committed suicide by poisoning herself.

"Lift her head up."

Wuchai gestured for him to lift the woman's head.

Luo Feng suppressed his discomfort and used his hands to lift the female corpse's head from behind.

"No, lift her up a little higher, use your knees to support her head."

As Wuchai gave his instructions, he added, "It's almost time. I'm going to start chanting the incantation... But during this process, some strange phenomena will inevitably occur around us. Remember, no matter what happens, don't move. Leave everything to me."

After he finished speaking, he began to chant a spell.

Wuchai spoke quickly and rhythmically. It was a voice like singing lyrics, with smooth and natural syllables, as if chanting some kind of ballad.

That's not Thai.

Luo Feng couldn't understand it either, and suspected it was Pali incantation or Shan language.

At the same time, Wuchai held a candle in his right hand, chanting incantations as he placed the candle under the woman's chin, using the candle flame to heat the chin area.

In addition, he prepared a bamboo tube to catch the corpse oil.

Just then, Luo Feng vaguely heard a woman crying, and his hand trembled.

"What are you doing?"

Wuchai asked in a low voice.

"A woman is crying."

Luo Feng answered immediately.

Ignore it.

Wuchai said calmly, "I recited a spirit-summoning incantation; the wandering ghosts in the graves will react when they hear it. Don't be afraid... This oil lamp is also enchanted; as long as the flame doesn't go out, it can protect us."

"OK."

Luo Feng didn't ask any more questions.

However, he soon couldn't sit still any longer.

Because I heard a faint sobbing sound again, a sobbing sound, like a woman crying and murmuring something...

Luo Feng's heart skipped a beat. The voice was very soft and faint, but he could still hear it quite clearly.

Don't bake it...

Don't roast me.

Don't roast me!

That was the sound of a woman weeping.

"Don't roast my...chin!"