When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

Sunset Empire, capital.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man suddenly appeared in a quiet high-speed rail station, holding a jar with mysterious patterns in his hand, and a custom-made "birthday cake" at his feet.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, his dim eyes gradually regained some luster.

"I'm back..."

Aaron looked at the familiar scene before him, the mysterious jar in his hand, the vibrant body without any burn marks, and his son's "birthday cake" at his feet, and tears welled up in his eyes.

If it weren't for the ghost story reward in his hand, and the vivid image of his near-death experience etched in his mind, he would have thought he had just had a rather long nightmare.

Before entering the ghost story instance, he was just a father who had just bought a "birthday cake" for his son and was preparing to go home to celebrate...

At this moment, he felt no joy at receiving the ghost story reward after completing the game.

All they wanted was to go home as soon as possible and reunite with their families.

However, before Aaron could leave the subway station, he was stopped by officials from the Sunset Empire.

"Dear Mr. Aaron, your family has been placed under our protection. Please come with me; you are in a very dangerous situation."

The newcomer's serious expression instantly changed Aaron's face.

His only belief was his family.

This was also his hope of surviving the ghost story instance.

According to what the person who came at this moment said, something must have happened!

As the chosen one of the Sunset Empire, and also a hero who has passed through the Ghost Stories dungeon,

Unless the higher-ups of the Sunset Empire are insane, they wouldn't target him!

There must be another reason!

The truth soon came to light!

Of course, it came from a certain restless bald eagle!

...

The world of ghost stories.

Su Ming, riding the hellhound, arrived at the village entrance.

On his way down the mountain, Su Ming naturally encountered some clueless wandering ghosts.

However, after killing a few foolish ghosts, the other ghosts instantly became much more "sensible" and kept their distance from him, fearing that they would be killed with a single blow.

Upon arriving at their destination, the silly dog ​​reverted to its original appearance as a country dog, wagging its tail and standing beside Su Ming.

Meanwhile, shortly after they arrived at the village entrance,

The mysterious bus slowly emerged from the fog.

It was an old-fashioned green bus, its body worn and rusty, with one of the headlights broken and only one working.

The only light source wasn't white, but a strange emerald green, carrying an eerie atmosphere.

A hazy gray fog shrouded the car body, obscuring the interior and adding to its mystery.

tear-

The mysterious bus slowly pulled up in front of Su Ming and gently opened its front door.

Bus No. 204 has arrived at Sujia Village. Passengers, please board the bus as soon as possible, show your tickets, and begin your journey. Passengers disembarking, please take all your belongings with you and do not leave anything behind.

A chilling, intelligent female voice echoed from inside the bus.

Inside the bus, the driver's seat was empty, with no one in sight, only a steering wheel turning.

This is a mysterious bus that can move on its own.

Or perhaps this mysterious bus is alive.

The car was also filled with quite a few special "passengers".

There was a shadow that was constantly writhing and twisting.

There was a rag doll covered in blood that made a strange "giggle" sound.

There was a noblewoman who was eight feet tall, enormous in size, with sharp claws, and dressed in white clothes and a white hat.

There was a middle-aged man with a pale face, listless, with obvious dark circles under his eyes and canine teeth.

...

None of these "special" passengers looked normal; they were all sitting in different corners of the bus, clearly separated, as if they were wary of each other.

"Get on the bus!"

Without hesitation, Su Ming got into the car with the silly dog.

After getting into the vehicle, Su Ming's [gravekeeper's clothes] and [old oil lamp] suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

It immediately reverted to the clothes it wore when entering the ghost story instance.

Su Ming didn't even glance at it.

After showing his ticket, he led the silly dog ​​to the very back of the train station and sat down.

During this time, the other "passengers" naturally noticed his presence as a "normal person" and cast strange glances at him.

However, they only gave her strange looks and did nothing else.

Clearly, this mysterious bus does not allow any physical contact.

As the doors closed, the mysterious bus slowly started moving, ready to depart.

However, a deafening and terrifying sound suddenly came from afar, immediately startling all the "passengers" inside the vehicle.

Everyone suddenly turned around and looked behind them, and immediately saw the "Grave Mountain" shrouded in mist in the distance.

That was clearly the source of the sound we just heard.

At this moment, a blurry figure stands atop the cemetery, holding an oil lamp in his hand, silently gazing at the mysterious bus that is about to depart in the distance.

On his shoulder stood a fat rat, which was munching on pastries.

The seemingly old and decaying body was now unleashing a terrifying pressure that almost suppressed the entire cemetery mountain.

The once bustling cemetery on the hill suddenly fell silent, like a rooster whose neck had been choked, instantly wilting.

All eyes stared in disbelief and dread as the aged figure crawled out of the coffin, carrying an oil lamp.

...

Inside the bus.

"With his strange body, he takes on the duty of guarding the tomb and suppressing the tomb mountain for eternity. What a clever method."

Su Ming rubbed the dog's head, his eyes fixed on the blurry figure on the tomb mountain. He couldn't help but think of the contents of his diary, and a smile crept onto his lips.

Grandpa is indeed dead, not faked. Su Ming can confirm this.

He understood his grandfather's true plan as soon as he saw the diary.

At the same time, I also understood the truth about this instance.

[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...]

...

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...

...

Human lifespan is limited. Even someone as powerful as "Grandpa," who can suppress the tomb mountain for decades and keep those ghostly things in check, will still die of old age. It's impossible to achieve a permanent solution.

Since human lifespan cannot suppress these evil things forever...

So, what if it could become eerie?

Grandpa: I'm not going to be human anymore!