When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

[Damn it, what are those village idiots gossiping about again? Saying my grandson crawled out of the grave, that he's a jinx, a scourge. Damn it, the village is having a drought, it's the fault of the heavens, what does it have to do with my grandson? A bunch of gossipy women, I'll rip your tongues out one day...]

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[Damn it, even if a chicken dies or a dog goes missing in the village, or if Old Wang's wife next door has an affair, they can blame it all on my grandson? What, my grandson isn't even a year old and he's already killing chickens, chasing dogs, and playing around with women...]

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[Su Bin is here again. Ever since he became the village chief, his skills have really improved. He talks a good game, and he's such a sly old man. Back then, he was just a snotty little follower who drooled behind my back. If it weren't for clan ties, I would have beaten him to a pulp...]

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[I've only been gone a few days, and you're already whining again, wanting to send my grandson away. What a load of bull! I raised this old man with so much care, intending to care for him in his old age and see him off in his final days. You think you can just send him away like that? Why don't you just die! If it weren't for the fact that we're from the same clan, I would have dug up your ancestral graves...]

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[We can't stay in the village anymore. Those idiots talk without thinking and could ruin my grandson's future. Looks like we have to send him to the city. A few days ago, Old Huang came and said my grandson is a natural scholar and will definitely excel in both literature and martial arts. That's good, that's good. This old man has lived for so long and finally said something sensible...]

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[Old Master Huang is dying. He's over a hundred years old. He says his health is failing and he knows his time is coming. We were thinking of finding him a propitious burial site in the mountains, but he refused. He insisted on following the ancients' example of ascending to heaven in broad daylight and achieving enlightenment in a single day. We don't know where he's hiding now...]

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[Hahaha, great, great! I never expected Sujia Village to produce a college student, let alone a provincial top scorer! I knew my grandson was a natural scholar. All those idiots in the village can barely read a few characters, and all they do is mess around with nonsense. A bunch of illiterate bumpkins...]

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[Damn it, an idiot is an idiot. The idiots in the village are beyond saving. They actually said my grandson cheated, copied other people's scores. He's the best in the whole province, whose did he copy? Copy your mother's, a bunch of scumbags who can't stand seeing others succeed...]

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My dear grandson wrote! He said that after he graduates, finds a good job, and settles down in the city, he wants to bring me over to enjoy a comfortable life. How wonderful! It's a pity I won't be able to enjoy this sentiment. This grave can't do without me...

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[I dreamt about that old bastard Huang Laodao yesterday. He's gone mad, shouting that I've become an immortal, that I've become an immortal, and that I only have seven days left to live...]

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I'm dying soon, and those guys on the cemetery are going to cause trouble again. I guess I need to find a way to solve this once and for all, otherwise, things will get out of hand...

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I really wanted to see my precious grandson one last time before leaving, but it seems I won't have the chance...

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[Su Ming, by the time you read this, Grandpa will have already passed away. Although it's a bit of a regret that we couldn't see each other one last time, it's enough that you came back. I've left you a train ticket. Leave on the night of the Ghost Festival. Don't stay here. This ignorant place isn't suitable for you. Young people should always go to a wider world...]

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The last page of the leather-bound diary happened to contain an old train ticket.

The ticket had a series of strange, scribbled patterns on it, with a black copper coin mark in the middle, making it look particularly eerie.

Clearly, it is the "mystery ticket" mentioned in Rule Twelve.

The whole truth was revealed at this moment.

No wonder the villagers have a natural hostility and ill will towards the Chosen One.

In a remote village, a baby suddenly appears crawling out of a grave. Most people would be frightened and would think that the baby is not alive but a monster.

If it weren't for "Grandpa" taking him in, raising him, and providing him with shelter, he wouldn't have been able to find a way to survive.

They would have been captured and drowned or burned to death by the villagers long ago.

In this almost stigmatizing environment, whenever something happens, everyone will unconsciously associate it with the baby that crawled out of the grave, believing it to be a jinx.

As a result, this jinx, after leaving the village, actually became the top scorer in the province and the only college student from the village.

Now, it's easy to imagine how the villagers felt about the person involved.

I felt a mix of disgust, envy, and complicated emotions...

"That's the truth."

Su Ming looked at the handwriting on the leather diary, picked up the old and strange train ticket, and a faint glint of light appeared in his eyes.

Without a doubt, the truth revealed in the diary at this moment is exactly as Rule Twelve said: take the mysterious bus on the night of the Ghost Festival and leave this place.

Su Ming looked up at the black and white photo embedded in the coffin in front of him, and at the old man with a gloomy demeanor, he seemed to be able to feel a trace of kindness and gentleness contained in him.

Suddenly, he smiled with relief, as if he had understood something.

"I see, it seems you've arranged everything perfectly..."

Seeing that Su Ming understood everything, the fat rat, after finishing the last bowl of wine, let out a satisfied burp, returned to the rice bin, found a comfortable spot, and lay down.

Finally, he patted his bulging belly, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.

It's dead.

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Meanwhile, the other chosen ones also received their leather diaries and strange tickets, gaining the opportunity to leave.

Seeing this situation, the Chosen One understood that Rule Twelve was the real one!

Compared to the perplexing Rule Eleven,

Rule twelve, with its "grandfather" guarantee, is still the most reliable and secure.

After getting the ticket, the fat rat returned to the rice bin and lay down again.

His body soon emitted a putrid stench.

However, just when everything was going so well,

However, there is another unusual existence that has attracted the attention of countless people.

At this moment, Bruce, buried in the coffin in the ground, is still in a "living dead" state. His soul is trapped in the dark space, and even his thoughts have stopped. He is like a vegetable.

The two new supernatural rules that appeared on the coffin lid were completely invisible.

According to Bruce's instructions, the strong psychological suggestion he left behind would awaken him from the "living dead" on the seventh day.

However, this seemingly self-protective act inadvertently pushed him into an even darker abyss.

The high-ranking officials of the Bald Eagle Empire were so angry that they almost wanted to kill their chosen one, who was sleeping like a log and couldn't wake up at all.