When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

Bruce's expression was grim as he looked at the dilapidated oil lamp and the fire poker not far away.

He was out of lamp oil at this point, and the lamp was now useless and could not be used at all.

Once night falls, there is no way to light a lamp for protection.

When that time comes, the little girl in red who was fooled by him will surely kill him.

Although he had escaped death, he was now in a desperate situation.

If he hadn't chosen to kill the rat before, he might still have a chance to turn things around now that he has the "gold ingot".

However, at this moment, his hope was almost nonexistent.

Not to mention him, even viewers from all over the world who have a god-like perspective are now feeling sorry for him.

"There's no other way; we have to take another gamble!"

A ruthless glint appeared on Bruce's face. After returning to the house and devouring all the food, he dismantled the door and the wooden bed and began to hastily construct a makeshift coffin.

They dragged it to the South District Martyrs' Cemetery and dug a shallow pit.

Using a simple mechanism, he buried himself and the coffin little by little.

He left a tiny opening in the coffin, and the thin layer of soil covering the outside of the coffin did not block the opening, providing it with a way to breathe.

Soon after, Bruce, having undergone another psychological suggestion, chose to use the "Living Dead" talent again.

With no chance of survival, he chose to seal himself in a coffin, becoming a "dead man," and endure the seven-day vigil.

With the protection of the Southern District, even if the little girl in red from the mass grave and other monsters wanted to harm him, they would be stopped.

Once the ghost story instance ends, he will naturally be teleported back to the real world.

Even if it's the lowest possible rating, it doesn't matter.

I just hope that no more accidents will happen in the future.

Seeing that Bruce had actually pulled this crazy move,

Audiences from other countries were also quite shocked.

"Holy crap, this is the first time I've ever seen a chosen one bury themselves alive. They've got personality!"

"There's no other way. Bruce is now in dire straits. Without lamp oil, he can't light the flame that represents hope, and he also has to deal with the threats from those monsters and beasts. There's absolutely no hope. On the contrary, using his 'talent' to feign death might give him a chance to survive until the end..."

"His talent is quite unique; he can actually disguise himself as a dead person and fool the investigation of the eerie tales. If used properly, it could have miraculous effects, and it's not impossible for him to eventually clear the game..."

"This instance says that the chosen one only needs to guard the spirit for seven days. I'm afraid that other opportunities will arise by then, and it's possible that they can clear the instance and leave directly."

Compared to Bruce's shrewd maneuvering, the other chosen ones still had some lamp oil left, enough to last another night at most, if there was no way to replenish it.

I'm afraid he'll have to find another way out, just like Bruce.

In comparison, although Su Ming had more lamp oil than the other chosen ones, it was only enough for two days at most.

Once the flame representing hope cannot be lit, no one knows how the entire graveyard will treat the Chosen One.

It certainly won't be that good.

quickly,

Night fell again.

Having just finished eating, Su Ming glanced at the fat rat still fast asleep in the rice bin and threw some food in.

Then, he and the silly dog ​​got ready to go out.

As usual, the mass grave area is under the jurisdiction of Silly Dog, while he patrols other areas at night.

However, the person and dog who had just pushed open the door suddenly froze.

Because a hazy mist had appeared outside at some unknown time, almost completely covering the mass grave, making it nearly impossible to see anything with the naked eye.

Only the light from the old oil lamp in his hand could dispel the surrounding fog.

Moreover, this fog not only covered the northern district, but also affected other areas.

Looking up, even the sky was gradually covered by mist, becoming hazy and obscuring the bright moon and stars.

The man and the dog looked at each other, as if they were of one mind.

Clearly, the difficulty of the Ghost Stories dungeon has increased!

Just then, a strange shout came from afar, like a street vendor selling something.

An old woman, hunched over and dressed in tattered cotton clothes, slowly emerged from the mist, pushing a strange wheelbarrow, and came to the door of the house.

The ugly, wrinkled face, big enough to trap a fly, looked at the man and dog before it and gave them a creepy smile. Its nearly empty, yellowed teeth were particularly disgusting.

The old woman's laughter was somewhat sinister and terrifying, as eerie and piercing as an owl's cry.

She gently lifted the red cloth covering the wheelbarrow.

There was a large pot where something was being simmered.

Inside were gruesome, boiled human heads, their flesh separated from their skin—a truly disgusting sight.

There were also other random things cooking in the pot, like special ingredients.

Layers of yellowish-white grease floated on top, emitting an unusual aroma.

The old woman used a wooden spoon to carefully scoop out the strangely fragrant oil and pour it into a jar. A kind smile spread across her face, revealing only a few yellow teeth.

"Young man, would you like some freshly brewed lamp oil? It's a good thing; it can illuminate the darkness, see through the fog, and protect you. It's the favorite of all tomb keepers."

Just ten, no, twenty gold ingots are enough to buy a jar of freshly made "lamp oil."

The old woman stared intently at the wooden box on Su Ming's body, as if she could see through it to the number of items inside.

A glint of greed suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he immediately doubled the price.

[Rule Seven: You might encounter an old woman selling things from whom you can buy some "needed" items, but be wary of her greed and don't easily agree to her requests.]

Clearly, the old woman in front of them was the source of the tomb keeper's lamp oil.

Cans of oil identical to those inside the house were placed on the wheelbarrow.

Even with the lid on, the unusual aroma of oil couldn't be masked.

The old woman made no attempt to hide the greed on her face, staring intently at the man and dog in front of her, as if she had Su Ming completely under her control.

Seeing the old woman's arrogance, the Chinese audience outside the country launched into a chorus of curses, clearly angered by her behavior.

How dare you speak to my brother Su like that? You've really got too much nerve!

Su Ming ignored the greedy old woman before him, his eyes dark and a strange smile playing on his lips, as if he were talking to himself:

"I want the things, but I don't want to pay. You idiot, what should I do?"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"