Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"Tsk..."

"So... Mo Han knew about the problems at the dinner table beforehand, which is why he brought 'Iron Mountain,' that walking meat vault, to this instance?"

His eyes darted back and forth between Mo Han and Tie Shan.

An Lan gazed at Tie Shan, who had remained silent throughout, her eyes filled with pity.

This is someone who willingly becomes a tool for others!

perhaps...

This guy probably never intended to leave alive when he decided to come here, right?

"Look, look!"

"Still watching?"

"If you keep looking, the child in your arms might eat you alive!"

The mocking voices came again, but Mo Han raised her chin, her eyes full of confidence in controlling the future.

"Giggle giggle—"

In An Lan's arms, behind the child's head, a nearly complete body had crawled out of the tombstone. Except for the lower legs, which were yet to appear, the stone figure within the tombstone was twisted, coiling like a snake around An Lan's chest...

"Big brother...I want to eat...I want to eat!!!"

The sounds grew increasingly frantic. The village child clung to An Lan's chest, while the tombstone figure clung desperately to his back. The two eerie figures, like heavy mountains, gradually crushed An Lan's back...

"Anlan..."

Liu Xuan looked at An Lan nervously. An Lan silently got up and walked towards the kitchen!

He stared intently at the tombstone face's favorability rating: [-15]...[-16]...

If we don't move soon, the tombstone people might take action immediately!

"I..."

"I'll go check the kitchen..."

As he walked quickly, the declining favorability rating froze. Weaving through a group of tombstone people, An Lan's steps suddenly faltered as he headed towards the left side of the courtyard, his pupils widening abruptly!

because...

In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from a kitchen whose wooden door was open. Several men dressed in white "double happiness" robes were stuffing strange "firewood" into the stove...

A human skull crawling with maggots, a human hip still covered in rotting flesh, a blood-soaked human hand...

These human tissues were stuffed into the stove all at once, and with the crackling sound of burning grease, the "firewood" quickly twisted and charred under the flickering flames.

Under the raging fire, the meat in the large pot, which was of unknown origin, was turned into paper meat and paper plates the moment it was placed on the plate by the chef... What was bright red meat and vegetables a second ago became paper meat and paper plates the next second.

"Next one..."

"Next one..."

The cook shouted in a numb accent, while the person stuffing firewood excitedly cut up "limbs" and threw them into the stove.

In the kitchen, smoke and blood mingled, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"Holy crap..."

"What the hell kind of kitchen is this...?"

An Lan was paralyzed with fear. He dared not go in, but suddenly a pair of icy hands gripped his neck from behind: "Big brother—big brother—I want to eat...I want to eat!!!"

The cold, brown face on the tombstone was close to An Lan's ear. An Lan pursed her lips and, despite the pressure, walked towards the kitchen.

"that..."

"Um?!"

Before she could utter a word, everyone in the kitchen turned to look at An Lan!

"I..."

"Da da da—"

For some unknown reason, after being stared at by the people in the kitchen, An Lan's nostrils began to bleed, and her pupils turned bloodshot. A ringing in her ears filled her ears, and blood gushed from her mouth, the corners of her eyes, and her ears!

His body began to show unusual wrinkles and decay, and maggots suddenly appeared and began to wriggle...

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"this..."

"Does getting close to the kitchen... turn me into [fuel]?!"

An Lan dared not move.

Can...

With people in the kitchen watching from the front, the tombstone figure on their back wasn't behaving themselves either.

"Giggle giggle—"

The child inside the tombstone had completely crawled out, and with a loud crash, the heavy tombstone fell to the ground! The stone figure's hands were now tightly gripping An Lan's neck: "Big brother...big brother...you promised, where's the food...?"

"Aren't you going to give me some?!"

"Aren't you going to give me some?!"

A near-mad, manic voice came through, and An Lan's neck twisted and contorted in pain.

"Well--"

"Well--"

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, the pressure on his neck increasing, and his bleeding vision began to blur.

"Anlan!!!"

Liu Xuan rushed forward to help, desperately trying to pull the tombstone figure from An Lan's back. But the figure was like a magnet, firmly attached to An Lan's back, completely motionless!

"Hahaha—hahaha—"

"This is really asking for trouble..."

"Didn't I tell you? Give them a piece of your heart's flesh, and nothing will happen!"

"That's good..."

"It's not just these 'tombstone people' we've messed with; the guys in the kitchen don't look like they're easy to mess with either..."

Mo Han's gloating voice rang out. Tie Shan looked at An Lan, who was stumbling around, his large hand hesitatingly moving across his chest, but in the end... he chose to remain unmoved...

"Anlan! Anlan!"

Hang in there!

"The past here...maybe..."

Liu Xuan closed her eyes, just about to activate [Memory Recall].

Can!

"It's too late!"

"Uh...uh..."

With his face turning almost bluish-purple, An Lan's last gaze swept around the courtyard before finally settling on the large red coffin in the pit. His eyes flickered, and he began to sob softly.

"Though the process of sifting through sand a thousand times is arduous, only after blowing away the wild sand can gold be found..."

"Though battered and bruised a thousand times, it remains firm and strong, letting the winds from east, west, north, and south blow as they may..."

"Though old, one should be vigorous; how can one change one's aspirations even in old age? Though poor, one should be steadfast; one should never abandon one's lofty ambitions..."

"..."

At the brink of death, An Lan recited all the poems she could think of.

"ah?!"

Liu Xuan was stunned!

"What...what are you talking about?!"

"Hahaha—hahaha—"

"You even started reciting poetry before you died? You... you didn't happen to be imitating the ancients and suddenly get inspired to write poetry, did you?"

"you..."

The more Mo Han saw An Lan suffering, the more inexplicably comfortable he felt.

correct!

That's more like it!

Why is it that someone with only an E-level talent like you is better than someone like me who has gone through several simulations?

but...

With these thoughts in mind, Mo Han suddenly stopped laughing.

That's not right!

If An Lan dies like this, then the future won't exist, right? In the future, I clearly know that An Lan's voice has always existed... But now, what should An Lan do to come back to life from the hands of the [Tombstone Man]?

Mo Han couldn't understand it.

"Buzzing—"

"Buzzing—"

however!

In the very next moment!

The pit in the center of the courtyard suddenly began to tremble! Inside the large red coffin, the bride in her red robe slowly sat up, her red veil abruptly twisting as she looked in An Lan's direction...

[Yunhan's affection for you +5!]

[Current favorability rating: 15 points!]

"Though the process of sifting through sand a thousand times is arduous, only after blowing away the wild sand can gold be found... Despite being battered and bruised a thousand times, it remains firm and strong, letting the winds from east, west, north, and south blow as they may..."

After a soft, delicate moan came from under the red veil, Yunhan's slender fingers emerged from under the red robe. As her slender fingers intertwined, the skin rapidly shed and the bones turned white!

As a pair of slender, bony hands appeared, a red paper crane materialized in Yunhan's hand and flew towards Anlan's direction!