When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

The three incense sticks in the incense burner were almost burned out.

However, it strangely presents a situation where two are long and one is short.

Normally, two long and one short lines should be a good omen.

However, it violated the eighth rule.

At the same time, the alarm clock rang, marking ten o'clock and triggering the second rule.

[Rule Two: As the new gravedigger, after 10 PM, you must leave the house and begin patrolling the graveyard until you finish your patrol, making sure the entire graveyard knows you are there. You may not return to the house to rest until the night watch is over. Do not turn around if anyone calls your name from behind during the night watch.]

[Rule Eight: Remember to offer incense to Grandpa. If you find that the incense has burned down to two long pieces and one short piece, please add plenty of oil to the old oil lamp to make the flame brighter and ensure it doesn't go out. Wait an hour before going out to patrol.]

According to the second rule, at 10 o'clock, one must leave the house and begin patrolling until the night watch is over before returning.

The eighth rule states that if the incense burner has "two long burners and one short burner," oil must be added to the lamp to make it burn brighter, and one must not leave until an hour has passed.

"Something's strange. As the saying goes, ghosts hate two short things and one long thing, and people hate three long things and two short things. Two long things and one short thing should be a good omen, but in this world of rules, it has become an ominous sign!"

"According to the description of Rule Eight, it is clear that it is dangerous outside at this moment. If we go out, an accident will definitely happen. The only way to scare away the guys outside is to add more lamp oil and make the fire burn brighter."

"But if we choose to stay indoors for an hour, wouldn't that violate the second rule? Wouldn't something bad happen? These two rules seem to be conflicting at this moment."

"The start is already this dangerous. This ghost story world seems even more dangerous than the last one. How can the chosen ones possibly withstand it!"

"You seem to have forgotten something: the oil lamp cannot be extinguished. If it is extinguished, something terrible will happen. But the Chosen One's lamp oil is not unlimited. Once it runs out, there will be no way to replenish it."

"....."

Audiences from around the world began to argue amongst themselves, each expressing their own opinions.

At this moment, the other chosen ones are also facing choices.

The cold wind blowing in from the crack in the door was growing stronger and stronger, as if it were trying to extinguish the oil lamp inside the room. The weak wick began to flicker, and the flame began to thin.

Faced with this situation, almost all the chosen ones chose to add lamp oil without hesitation.

However, the oil can inside the table, which was placed on the edge, only had half a can of lamp oil left.

Under normal use, half a jar of lamp oil probably wouldn't last even two or three nights.

Adding more oil to the old oil lamp to make the fire brighter would likely shorten the lamp oil's lifespan significantly.

This undoubtedly made many unstable and indecisive chosen ones hesitate and become even more indecisive.

However, Bruce, Yuma Kudo, Andrew, and other chosen ones from the great powers still decisively added lamp oil.

They could already sense the danger. In this situation, if they were still thinking about saving some lamp oil, they would be courting death.

As the lamp oil was poured in, the small flame inside the old oil lamp gained new vitality, instantly expanding several times its original size.

The dying flames suddenly blazed brightly, illuminating the entire room.

The cold wind that kept blowing in through the crack in the door also became weaker.

Compared to their decisiveness, the chosen ones of some small countries, due to their own indecisiveness,

The opportunity was quickly missed, causing the cold wind outside the door to get stronger and stronger.

It actually blew out the flame of the old oil lamp in one go.

The already dimly lit room was instantly shrouded in darkness.

Immediately following were piercing screams and the sounds of gnawing.

[The Chosen One of the Kingdom of Data, Muhara, has fallen, and punishment has begun. A bizarre invasion will occur in Milu City in ten minutes.]

[Ira, the Chosen One of Myanmar, has fallen, and punishment has begun. A bizarre invasion will occur in "Northern Myanmar City" in ten minutes.]

[The Chosen One Ram of the Kingdom of Gokong has fallen, and punishment has begun. A bizarre invasion will occur in "Gonglin City" in ten minutes.]

.....

The alarm bells of ghost stories began to echo over various countries.

Within just ten minutes of entering the world of supernatural tales, chosen ones from more than a dozen countries have perished, causing the countries behind them to be implicated.

The unexpected situation served as a direct lesson for audiences from various countries.

Clearly, this time the world of ghost stories is even more dangerous than the last one!

And what is Su Ming doing at this moment?

Instead of adding lamp oil like the other chosen ones, he was changing his clothes.

He took off the mourning clothes he was wearing, opened the wardrobe, and put them inside.

He took out a set of black clothes and began to slowly change.

This outfit should have been worn by "Grandpa," but it fits Su Ming perfectly, looking very close to his body.

When the village cemetery keepers patrol at night, they are usually dressed entirely in black, carrying a dilapidated oil lamp.

Su Ming had some prior knowledge in this area, so he was not unfamiliar with it.

Wearing that linen clothes and white hat in the dark would be too conspicuous and easily attract the attention of certain "guys".

Dressed all in white in the middle of the night, carrying an oil lamp, wouldn't some "guys" mistake him for one of their own and come over to take a look?

Su Ming, leisurely changing his clothes, paid no attention to the cold wind blowing in through the crack in the door.

Even the flickering flame of the old oil lamp on the table, gradually shrinking to the size of a grain of rice, causing the room to dim and become uneven, did not arouse his slightest tension.

The silly dog, looking utterly bored, huddled at his feet, yawning.

"What's going on? Why isn't Brother Su adding more oil to the lamp? Instead, he's starting to change his clothes."

"Wow, I can see his abs and muscles! He looks so strong! Ahhh, I can't take it!"

"Wait, is Brother Su going out on night patrol? Wow, he's changed his clothes. He's all in black, and his whole demeanor has improved."

"Brother Su is awesome, he doesn't follow the usual path!"

The Dragon Kingdom audience could tell from Su Ming's movements that he was preparing to go out on night patrol.

They completely ignored Rule 8.

Although most people expressed concern, they ultimately kept quiet given Su Ming's previous extraordinary performance.

At that moment, Su Ming, who had changed into black clothes, suddenly noticed a black top hat hanging beside the wardrobe. His gaze paused for a moment, then he picked it up and put it on. It fit him perfectly.

Dressed entirely in black, his once peaceful demeanor began to turn sinister and eerie, as if he had become a completely different person, eliciting gasps from many onlookers.

After changing his clothes, Su Ming went straight to the coffin. He stared silently at the old man's photo for a few breaths, then picked up three incense sticks from the side, lit them, bowed, and inserted them into the incense burner.

The three incense sticks that had been burning earlier had now burned out completely.

Influenced by the madman in the mental hospital who killed his wife and children

Su Ming has a habit of always getting fully involved in things and enjoying the process.

Just like his role as the "eldest son" in "The Weird Family," he integrated into the role extremely quickly, without any sense of incongruity.

At this moment, he once again immersed himself in the role, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

After the last ghost story, he finally understood that the "identities" assigned to the ghost story instances were basically meaningful and not useless.

Whether by coincidence or not, after he inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner,

The lights behind them, which had been almost extinguished, suddenly stopped, and the flames instead surged even more. The cold wind blowing through the crack in the door also suddenly decreased slightly.

Su Ming acted as if he hadn't noticed this at all, kicking the silly dog ​​at his feet to signal the guy to stop pretending to be dead.

He casually picked up the old oil lamp on the table, swaggered out the door, and walked out.

"Let's go and take a look at our own territory."