When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

Seeing that the other chosen ones' instance worlds had revealed so many secrets,

And that strange rat actually took the initiative to seek out herbs to heal the Chosen One, which obviously had other special uses.

The higher-ups at the Dragon Kingdom's Bureau of Strange Tales acted swiftly, transmitting the information to Su Ming, fearing that Su Ming might conveniently kill the rat.

The world of ghost stories.

Su Ming and the silly dog ​​were not sleeping at the moment, but standing in front of the coffin, looking down at the audacious "fat rat" in front of them.

The fat rat that had slipped out of the rice jar was actually holding a wine bowl, slowly sipping the grain wine, looking completely relaxed and carefree.

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Even now, surrounded by a person and a dog, it showed no fear whatsoever. It even waved its paw and patted the table, indicating that the offerings on the table were edible, as if it didn't consider itself an outsider.

Seeing the fat rat's overly familiar manner, both the man and the dog wore strange expressions.

This thing must be incredibly intelligent.

At the same time, the intelligence tip from the Dragon Kingdom also reached Su Ming's hands. After reading it once, the intelligence vanished without a trace.

After reviewing the intelligence report, the strange expression on Su Ming's face deepened.

It seems that this fat rat must be some kind of backup plan left by "Grandpa".

It can help the chosen one at crucial moments.

However, most of the chosen ones were simply killed and eaten.

This undoubtedly severed one of its own supporters.

Su Ming poked the drunken, swaying "fat rat" in front of him directly: "You drank my wine, so doesn't it mean you have to get some work done?"

He didn't drink the wine for free; he always had to get something in return.

The fat rat burped, as if it understood what he meant, and responded with a "squeak squeak squeak." It jumped off the table, wobbled to a floor tile under the wooden bed, tapped it, pointed to the spot, and then collapsed on the ground, hugging its round belly, and fell asleep.

Su Ming stepped forward and threw the rat back into the rice bin. He then easily pried open the floor tile with the Sinful Dagger, revealing a small, entirely black wooden box. He took it out and opened it.

Exquisite "gold ingots" appeared before him, gleaming with a faint golden light and looking dazzling.

However, when Su Ming picked one up, he found that it was very light and didn't look like real gold. Instead, it was made of "paper money" and coated with a layer of gold powder paint, making it look just like real gold.

"Interesting. If you didn't actually get your hands on it and examine it closely, it would be almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Such skill is truly masterful."

"It seems that Grandpa was quite skilled in paper crafting when he was alive, as he was able to concoct something like this."

Su Ming looked at the exquisitely crafted "gold ingot" in his hand and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

If it weren't for the weight, it would be almost indistinguishable from a real gold ingot.

If he wasn't mistaken, these "gold ingots" were useless to the living; they were probably meant for the dead.

It's probably some kind of currency that can be used to buy things.

Those buried in the cemetery probably have quite a bit of attraction and use to them.

Otherwise, Grandpa wouldn't have hidden it so deeply and so carefully.

Inside the dark wooden box were ten "gold ingots".

Meanwhile, Kudo Yuma and Aaron finally recovered after taking the "herbal medicine".

Compared to Bruce and Andrew, their physical condition was obviously much worse, and they were beaten terribly by the villagers.

However, thanks to the "herbs" brought by the fat rat, it barely regained its ability to move.

However, the injuries on his body obviously cannot be healed in a short time.

Especially Kudo Yuma, the genius detective with a sickly appearance, was now deathly pale, his nose was crooked, almost disfigured, and he was covered in snot and blood, looking utterly disgusting.

Not only was my whole body weak and painful to move, but most of my good teeth had been knocked out, leaving only a few lonely back molars.

In this situation, they can basically only drink liquid food and cannot eat anything harder.

He was like a person who was mostly useless.

"Baka! Those lowly, rude bastards, those barbarians, how dare they treat me like this!"

"Those damn bastards actually targeted me for their own personal grudges."

Kudo Yuma's frustration and anger were now impossible to conceal, and his resentful and crazed expression kept changing on his nearly disfigured face.

Even the strange creatures in the graveyard couldn't corner him, but the people from several villages almost beat him to death.

From beginning to end, he had absolutely nothing to do with this matter.

It's all the fault of the brats who brought this on themselves, but they end up taking it out on him!

Now, it seems that the village's connection is about to be severed.

Relations between the two sides have reached a freezing point.

When he was beaten half to death, there was a moment when Kudo Yuma really wanted to destroy the South District's layout and take down those bastards in the village together.

Given his tendency towards extremes, it's understandable that he would have such thoughts after being beaten to the point of near death.

However, having been somewhat healed by the fat rat, he still had a chance to pass the level, so naturally he was unwilling to die easily.

At this moment, he also received a box of "gold ingots" left by his grandfather and roughly guessed their purpose.

However, at this moment, he was staring straight at the "gold ingot" in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

Meanwhile, the high-ranking officials of the Bald Eagle Empire and the Ice Bear Empire began to panic after seeing other chosen ones receive "gold ingots".

However, they had already used up their two reminder opportunities and were unable to remind their chosen one.

Bruce and Andrew were still unaware of the rats' purpose and were enjoying the delicious rat meat dishes.

Strange creatures.

As sunset approached,

The people the old village chief had entrusted to him finally arrived at the mountain.

Not only did they send several buckets of gold and red paint,

They even delivered a whole truckload of daily necessities.

The restaurant offers a variety of smoked chicken, duck, and fish, all with an irresistible aroma.

There were also several jars of grain liquor sealed tightly.

There were also quite a few incense sticks and paper money among them.

Although Su Ming had previously refused, the old village chief insisted on having a truckload of supplies brought up.

Su Ming glanced at it but didn't say anything. He looked at the pile of incense, candles and paper money with a strange expression and looked at the figure in front of him.

The newcomer was a tall, thin young man, as thin as a bamboo pole.

"Why bring so many things used by the dead?"

Normally, it's fine to prepare some incense, candles, and paper money, but the amount shown here seems a bit excessive.

"Brother Su, the Ghost Festival is in a few days. The village chief asked me to bring some things up, saying we might need them."

The person who came was clearly an honest person; he said whatever came to mind.

Ghost Festival (Zhongyuan Festival)

Su Ming was taken aback, his expression changing slightly, as if he had thought of something.

On the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are said to open wide.