When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

The towering flames resembled a fire dragon rising, roaring fiercely, and the powerful firelight dispelled the fog, revealing a glimmer of hope.

Although it lacks the support of the [old oil lamp], the raging flames that are burning now still have a strong restraining effect on the strange creatures.

In just a moment, the demonized withered tree, along with the eerie human head hidden inside, was instantly engulfed by flames, emitting a mournful howl, melting little by little into a pool of foul-smelling liquid, which was then evaporated by the high temperature.

The three jet-black tombstones located in the heart of the western cemetery are now engulfed in flames, constantly emitting polluting black mist to keep the fire at bay.

From deep underground, a furious roar instantly resounded, spreading throughout the rest of the cemetery.

Such a huge commotion could not be kept secret.

The other three cemeteries simultaneously unleashed gusts of eerie wind, halting the spreading fire in the western section to prevent it from spreading further.

A "mountain fire" is no small matter. Sometimes, even the smallest spark can cause a raging inferno, let alone a truckload of "lamp oil" made of special materials.

Those "lamp oils" made by boiling corpse oil with other mysterious ingredients are much more potent than ordinary lamp oil. They can burn anything, even the ground, and they can burn anything they see.

I'm afraid none of the tomb keepers throughout history have ever seen such a scene.

After all, who would be so bored as to burn down a cemetery? You might end up getting yourself killed in the process.

The numerous ghosts in the mass grave, who had just been preparing to watch the show, were now cursing loudly in anger.

That lunatic's gone mad, making such a big fuss. It's not just that he's trying to wipe out that monster in the West District, he's trying to wipe them out too!

Even the villages far down the mountain could see the raging fire dragon roaring, burning, and destroying the mountain.

Pairs of astonished and uncertain eyes watched the commotion on the mountain, filled with disbelief.

In this situation, trying to go up the mountain to put out the fire would undoubtedly be suicide.

The fog that shrouded the cemetery was enough to give the villagers quite a headache.

The owner of the western cemetery is furious.

The sudden "sea of ​​fire" not only burned all its nutrients but also killed its last remaining minions.

More importantly, it surrounded it, constantly devouring and scorching its body.

The lamp oil from the cat-faced old woman wasn't ordinary lamp oil; it was refined from the corpses of other strange creatures and had a large amount of mysterious ingredients added. It had a strong restraining and deterrent effect on all strange creatures and was the gravedigger's favorite.

However, normally, gravediggers would add little by little to the flames of hope that would bloom in their "old oil lamps" to protect themselves and deter those ghostly things.

Who would have thought that someone would actually take out a truckload of "lamp oil" to set the mountain on fire?!

The lamp oil in this cart is enough for the tomb keeper's daily patrols for half a year.

That's enough to plow through all those troublesome ghosts in the mass grave and give them a good talking-to.

So, it was used to set the mountain on fire?!

This is such a terrible waste!

You know, that was obtained by exchanging golden "ingots"!

Wait a minute, it seems that Su Ming only used a single gold ingot to bid for this truckload of lamp oil at a "dirt cheap" price.

Then there's no problem.

At this moment, only the old woman with the cat-like face from Grandma's house was squatting in the toilet crying.

Even the Chinese audience outside the country was somewhat shocked when they saw this scene.

Su Ming's actions seem a bit excessive.

Getting revenge for the dog, and it's gone on this big spree?!

At that moment, some people had already realized that something was wrong with Su Ming.

It's likely that the "Su Ming" in question has been replaced by someone else.

Amidst the raging inferno, billowing black mist shielded the three jet-black tombstones from the surrounding flames.

The black lines that kept emerging from the depths of the earth writhed wildly, pounding and whipping up sand and stones, trying to extinguish the fire.

Suddenly, a violent slash came from outside, carrying a forbidden black aura, easily breaking through the pervasive black mist and tearing apart the dense, writhing black lines.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, the figures of a man and a dog gradually emerged, their target the three jet-black tombstones.

Dressed in black with a black hat, exuding a mysterious and dark aura, "Su Ming" interrupted the conversation. He was carrying a tattered oil lamp and holding a "Sinful Dagger." The firelight flickered, and the shadows obscured his face. He stood on the head of the hellhound, which was as big as a small mountain, and looked down at the three dark tombstones below.

[Gravekeeper, are you going to break our promise?!]

Seeing the main character appear, the owner of the West Cemetery finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared. The deafening roar almost unleashed a violent sonic wave, repelling the flames that were about to spread in.

Even the ground trembled violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The surrounding sea of ​​fire was instantly forced back dozens of meters, unable to continue its encirclement.

A terrifying, eerie pollution kept breaking through the ground and spreading towards the person and the dog.

At this moment, it no longer looked as disheveled as it had been forced into a sorry state by the flames; instead, it appeared exceptionally powerful.

It would be truly laughable if a monster guarded by countless generations of "gravekeepers" could be wiped out by a single fire.

Clearly, its previous actions were nothing but a pretense.

All this is in the hope that the person in charge behind the scenes will show up.

Although the terrifying flames could scorch its surface skin, they could not kill it. In fact, they would destroy the part of the seal that contained it, allowing it to manifest more power.

Although it is still unable to escape its predicament, it is much stronger than before when it could only manifest a few terrifying paper figures and condense some strange human heads.

A pair of cold, angry eyes glared at the man and dog before him, as if looking at a madman.

"Even your ancestors couldn't kill me back then, not even Old Ghost Su could. And you think you can kill me with just this little flame..."

"Is it the one that hit you?"

Su Ming ignored it and looked down at the hellhound at his feet.

The hellhound, as large as a small mountain, nodded frantically, making constant "woof woof woof" sounds, as if it were accusing someone.

"You're going to turn against me over a dog? You're insane, don't you know that...?"

"Dig it up."

Before the owner of the western cemetery could finish speaking, Su Ming interrupted him again, as if he hadn't heard him.

They only care about what they want to hear.

After being ignored time and again, even the owner of the western cemetery started to get angry!

If it weren't for the influence of Su Ming earlier, and the fact that it was still sealed, it wouldn't have needed to say so much.

Do you really think it has a good temper?!

If it were truly good, it wouldn't have needed to be sealed here for hundreds of years.

You're asking for it!