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

"...Buddhist calendar?"

Luo Feng stroked his chin.

Thais used to use the Buddhist calendar to calculate dates. The Buddhist calendar is a calendar system that begins to calculate dates one year after the Nirvana (death) of Shakyamuni Buddha.

The Buddhist calendar originated in India. The specific calculation method is to subtract the Buddha's lifespan (80 years) from his birth year (623 BC), and finally get 543 years as the number of years until the Buddha's Nirvana.

"This year is 2025 in the Gregorian calendar (2568 in the Buddhist calendar), so if we calculate it that it happened 61 years ago?"

When Luo Feng entered the "Reincarnation Fragment of Panupon", he felt that it must be a relatively ancient era.

"Even in rural areas, people should carry a flashlight when going out at night, not an oil lamp."

He muttered to himself as he typed away on his laptop for a while, but to no avail; he got practically no information at all.

"No, it's not that there's nothing at all, but the village of Yidao was razed to the ground forty years ago because of the construction of a dam, and the villagers scattered to various places. Currently, there's no way to find anything about it... So this intelligence has been lost."

He was speechless.

However, after waiting for a while, the takeout I ordered did arrive.

The deliveryman brought him a meal. Luo Feng ate his basil rice while continuing to search for clues on his laptop.

After he had filled his stomach, he let out a burp.

"Let's start another game!"

He made up his mind in secret.

Afterwards, Luo Feng closed the shop door, hung up the "Temporarily Closed" sign, and sat back down in his chair.

"I want to enter the 'cycle of reincarnation' again."

Luo Feng stretched out his left hand and gently touched the Reincarnation Gu mark.

Next, the vortex in his palm began to spin, and in a daze, his consciousness was sucked in.

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Suddenly, the lights came on.

"Hey... Panupong, are you still thinking straight?!"

Luo Feng opened his eyes and saw a familiar face again.

Wuchai, standing in front of him, continued his incessant chatter.

However, this time Luo Feng didn't intend to pay any attention to him.

"If going to the cemetery is a certain death trap, what would happen if I didn't follow this route in the first place and chose to go back the way I came?"

He raised his palm, revealing a blood-red vortex mark with an "8" at its center.

"Is it '8'?"

With that thought in mind, he made a decision.

"Wuchai, I've been thinking about it, but I have things to do at home today."

Luo Feng decisively said to the shaman, "How about this... let's call it a day. I'll go home first, and we'll go to the cemetery again tomorrow night."

"Panupong, what the hell are you doing!"

Wu Cai looked surprised.

"Shayang la la! Goodbye! See you later!"

Luo Feng ignored him completely and ran away.

However, after running for a while, he realized that something was wrong.

"How...did the road change?"

The path that should have been winding through the forest to the village had become a road shrouded in mist.

The roadside scenery that should be common along the way, such as stones, soil, and trees, is nowhere to be seen.

Luo Feng felt a chill run down his spine. The forest wasn't completely dark at night; with a light, one could see the surrounding scenery and the path beneath their feet.

But what's with this fog?

He held a lamp in his right hand, but the light was so weak that it could only illuminate a small area.

The thick fog swallowed up the darkness, and Luo Feng felt as if he were a fish in the deep sea. The fog and darkness merged, stubbornly painting everything black to hide it. Everything was deathly silent, and there was nothing in front of him; the black fog stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Behind me... it's become like this too..."

He turned around and looked behind him, only to find himself enveloped in thick fog.

Luo Feng's face turned pale, and he felt a chill run down his spine, finding himself in a dilemma.

However, the fog flowed towards him, and his figure was swallowed up by the thick fog.

……

……

"I told you to prepare during the day, so don't mess things up tonight..."

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Luo Feng snapped out of his daze, picked up the lamp in his hand, and realized that the one speaking was the shaman.

"We must get to the cemetery before the moon turns into a waning crescent; we absolutely cannot afford to fail."

The man was repeating what he had said before.

—No, that's not right, it's time reversal.

Luo Feng looked at the position on his palm, where the number was still "8".

"The numbers haven't changed."

As he muttered to himself, a new message appeared:

[Going to the cemetery is an inevitable part of this cycle of reincarnation, and cannot be changed. Tonight, 'Panupong' will surely set foot on that cemetery...]

Ok!

He finally understood that going to the cemetery was something that was bound to happen and could not be changed.

"Will violating this rule trigger a time rewind?"

Having realized this, Luo Feng had no choice but to fulfill the requirements of the reincarnation fragment and head to the graveyard.

Next, he silently followed Wuchai to the graveyard.

After paying their respects at the shrines of Kaligong and Karapa in the cemetery, the two dug up the corpses and began refining corpse oil.

As the refining process was halfway complete, the woman's cries rang out, along with various other chaotic noises from the graveyard.

"rest assured."

Wuchai also vaguely sensed something, and he calmly said the same lines as before.

"The oil lamps are also imbued with incantations; as long as the flame remains lit, they will protect us..."

"What if the lights go out?" Luo Feng quickly asked, "Is there any way to fix it?"

"remedy?"

Wu Cai tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought.

"I have a ritual candle here, it's a spare, you can take it."

A moment later, he took out a black candle and a matchbox from his cloth bag and handed them over.

"This is slightly less effective than an oil lamp."

"OK."

Luo Feng reached out and took it.

Wuchai continued chanting incantations while roasting the woman's chin.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and Luo Feng felt a chill run down his spine as soon as the wind hit him.

In an instant, he sensed something and a strong sense of vigilance welled up in his heart.

This was his previous talent, "Crisis Insight," which enhanced his sixth sense, especially the instinct based on life-or-death danger.

"Something's going to happen to the oil lamp."

Luo Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, with a snap, the glass shade of the oil lamp shattered by some force.

Darkness descended once more.

"They're here."

An immense sense of crisis was also pressing down on Luo Feng.

Luo Feng had already jumped up, desperately trying to distance himself from the female corpse, while simultaneously striking a match to light the candle.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

As he frantically struck the match, the hairs on his body stood on end, as if something was closing in on him from all directions.

At the same time, in the darkness, Wuchai also let out a muffled groan.

Chi!

The firelight blazed back on.

The surrounding darkness receded like a tide.

Luo Feng was panting heavily. This "magic candle" was indeed useful; it gave him a strong sense of security.

"That was really dangerous."

He looked around the cemetery, where everything had returned to calm. Meanwhile, Wuchai lay on the ground with his mouth wide open, and a lot of hair was coming out of his mouth.

"What is this?"

The hair emerged like snakes, wriggling on the ground.

Luo Feng was also startled by this bizarre scene.

He checked and found that Wuchai had already passed away.

"Is he/she dead?"

Luo Feng frowned.

He glanced at Wuchai's corpse and thought of the demon-slaying knife on his body and the cloth bag.

"No matter what... take it first."

Luo Feng held a candle in one hand and reached out to touch Wu Cai's corpse. He pulled the Demon-Slaying Blade from his belt, but encountered difficulty when trying to pull the cloth bag.

The woman's right hand, which had been lying there, moved slightly.

Just then, Luo Feng suddenly heard a strange laugh.

The voice sounded like a woman's drawn-out laughter, with a trembling ending.

Luo Feng's face turned pale. He loosened his grip, holding the candle in one hand and the Demon-Slaying Blade in the other, and carefully took a few steps back.

"Walk!"

Knowing full well that the cemetery was still dangerous, he ran towards the exit of the cemetery without stopping.

Just as they were about to leave the cemetery, a pale white shadow appeared ahead.

It was a female corpse, her face deathly pale, her eyes vacant, her feet barely touching the ground, blocking her way.

"Let's give it our all!"

Luo Feng suddenly drew his sword with his right hand, and slashed the Demon-Slaying Blade towards the face of the female corpse.

A sharp scream suddenly echoed from the void, and the female corpse vanished as if it were a wisp of air.

Luo Feng breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn't expected the knife to be so useful.

He continued running forward, but stopped after a few steps.

"throat……"

Luo Feng's face turned pale, and he couldn't speak. He couldn't make a sound, as if something was choking him, as if something was stuck in his throat.

no!!

He reached into his mouth and frantically tried to pry it out, his fingers hooking onto a few wet strands of hair. Sure enough, it was hair. He didn't know how it happened, but the more he pulled, the more hair he got into his throat.

Gradually, Luo Feng couldn't take it anymore, and the candle in his right hand fell to the ground.

His knees slammed to the ground, and from his gaping mouth emerged several fingers, two withered hands gripping his upper and lower jaws with their fingers.

With a ripping sound and a violent pulling noise, Luo Feng's mouth was torn open by these hands.