For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

The plaintive voice of a woman rang in his ears, and Luo Feng immediately shuddered, goosebumps rising all over his body...

MD!

This is truly haunted.

He didn't say a word, his face had turned very pale.

—Don't roast my chin.

The woman spoke in Thai, her voice cold and hollow, sending chills down one's spine and filling one's heart with dread.

On the other side, Wuchai must have heard something as well. He remained calm, not even raising his head, and closed his eyes, focusing intently on heating the female corpse's chin with a candle.

zizi...

The candle flames sizzled as they heated the rotting flesh of his chin.

The stench of burnt human fat is so nauseating that it makes you want to vomit.

Luo Feng couldn't care less about any of that. The woman's voice gradually became harsh and stern, her whispers quickening, revealing a hint of resentment.

Well, he's watched plenty of horror movies, but this is his first time experiencing one firsthand.

"Wuchai...when will you be able to get this done?"

Luo Feng shouted at the top of his lungs.

Upon hearing this, Wuchai stopped chanting the incantation.

"Don't rush, the spell needs time to be cast. I've already said... as long as the oil lamp doesn't go out, these ghostly things here can't harm us—"

His tone was firm.

Gan!

This sounds like someone setting a flag.

Luo Feng didn't know how confident Wu Cai was, but he still felt that the situation was worsening, because at this moment, in addition to the voice of the woman who committed suicide, he could also hear a faint laughter coming from the graveyard.

It wasn't just one person's voice; there were men and women, high and low voices, old and young, all intertwined, turning the once quiet cemetery into a noisy mess.

"This is troublesome."

Luo Feng's heart sank. The unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger. His brows furrowed tightly, and his gaze unconsciously shifted to the oil lamp.

The light inside the glass shade of the oil lamp was almost reduced to a tiny flame, and the orange-red glow also shrank.

"There's something strange about the oil lamp."

Upon seeing this, he immediately spoke up to warn Wuchai beside him.

However, Wuchai completely ignored his words, and instead of chanting any spells, he opened his mouth and made "ho ho ho" sounds, with an extremely painful expression on his face.

The candle in his hand and the bamboo tube for collecting corpse oil fell to the ground.

"You, what is this?"

Luo Feng was puzzled.

Wuchai had already reached out and stuffed his hand into his mouth, desperately grabbing at something. Then, his fingers forcefully pulled a clump of wet hair out of his throat.

"Huff... my hair!"

He was out of breath and panting heavily.

Luo Feng was completely bewildered.

Click.

Suddenly, they both heard a voice.

Their gazes fell on the oil lamp without their noticing.

A crack appeared on the glass shade of the kerosene lamp, followed by a snapping sound, as if it had been crushed by an invisible hand.

The oil lamp broke.

The flames went out in that instant.

click -

Luo Feng felt something twisting his neck. The moment the excruciating pain shot through him, everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

……

……

"ha……"

Luo Feng suddenly snapped out of his daze, his body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just woken from a nightmare.

He was breathing heavily.

"W-Was this a dream? No, this isn't a dream..."

Luo Feng stretched out his right hand, and there was still a swirl mark on the palm.

—The Reincarnation Gu.

This is a kind of "spirit poison" that seems to connect a person's past and future, and even influence cause and effect and reincarnation.

Luo Feng knew the name of this thing, but had no further information.

This information flooded into the depths of one's consciousness after the arrival of the Reincarnation Gu, and would naturally surface when thinking.

Furthermore, a number "9" appeared at the center of the vortex of the Reincarnation Gu mark.

"9?"

I remember it used to be "10", has it been reduced?

Luo Feng vaguely guessed the purpose of this number. He reached out his left hand and touched the blood-red mark.

Suddenly, lines of invisible information flooded his mind, eventually converging into the "settlement" message.

You are dead...

[Intervention in "Panupong's Reincarnation Fragment" failed; you have 9 chances left.]

[Comment: It's normal to have a bad start, let's try again]

……

"Nine chances left?"

Luo Feng didn't read the whole thing; the first thing he noticed was this: after all this time, this "10" is for this purpose?

"So what will happen after using it nine times?"

He licked his lips.

"Am I going to die?"

The Reincarnation Gu also responded:

There is no penalty of death. However, after using up all nine attempts, the opportunity to intervene in "Panupong's Cycle of Reincarnation" will be completely lost.

"Okay, so it seems that this Reincarnation Gu is similar to a cheat code or cheat tool like an emulator."

However, it seems that in addition to this information, there are also two related reward details.

[1. Considering that you have completed the 'Segment of Reincarnation' for the first time, as an encouragement, you are rewarded with a basic talent, 'Crisis Insight'.]

Is it a free gift with your first recharge?

Luo Feng checked the information about this basic talent.

[Crisis Insight: Your sense of death is far beyond that of ordinary people. You are able to remain calm and pay close attention to your surroundings, especially in life-or-death situations, and detect the signs of crisis in advance.]

"good."

Anyway, it's a free gift for your first recharge, so it's pretty good.

He then looked at the second reward.

[2. Although you did not survive to the end and could not extract the Gu ingredients, you can extract one item from this cycle of reincarnation: 'a broken kerosene lamp'.]

Suddenly, a scene flashed into Luo Feng's mind.

It was an old, broken kerosene lamp.

"Is this... the same lamp from before?"

He stared silently at the swirling mark on his palm.

In a daze, something appeared in my free left hand.

It turned out to be a badly damaged old oil lamp.

"It really was the lamp that Wuchai brought."

Luo Feng was quite surprised.

He hadn't expected the Reincarnation Gu to have this function.

The lamp was stored in the "vortex mark" of the Reincarnation Gu. This mark is also a "Gu aperture". The principle behind it is unknown. It is equivalent to a storage space, and the lamp can be contained there.

At this moment, he placed the old kerosene lamp on the counter.

The glass shade of the lamp was shattered, and there were tiny rune-like characters engraved on the lamp frame and base.

Luo Feng carefully examined the portable oil lamp.

The Reincarnation Gu also gave him new clues.

A broken kerosene lamp: Damaged by some force, this lamp is broken, but the power it carries has not been completely destroyed. Try to repair it (30% chance of success).

"Can it still be repaired?"

Luo Feng naturally wouldn't fix the lamp.

However, that doesn't stop him from finding someone who knows how to fix it.

"Are there any craftsmen in Chiang Mai who can fix these things?"

He sat back down in his chair and began to think.

Now that things have come to this, there's nothing to deny: the power of the Reincarnation Gu is real; it's a supernatural force.

"I just don't know if there's any danger?"

After pondering this point, he sought confirmation from the Reincarnation Gu.

"Are there any mandatory requirements to complete these so-called 'reincarnation segments,' and what happens if I refuse to complete them?"

Just like asking and answering a question, the answer appears directly.

There are no mandatory requirements; the host decides when the loop segment executes and when it is interrupted.

Having received these answers, Luo Feng breathed a sigh of relief once again.

Fortunately.

It seems that it does not have the mechanism to eliminate people at the drop of a hat.

What Luo Feng was most worried about was a situation where there was no way to retreat.

Now that the mechanism of this "reincarnation fragment" is clear, there is a way out no matter what.

"I'm hungry too, let's eat something first!"

He picked up his phone, ordered a bowl of basil rice and a strawberry yogurt smoothie, and then moved his chair to the laptop at the counter.

"Try looking up that village in Chiang Mai province. I think the village where Panupong and Wucha lived is called 'Idao Village.' I wonder if I can find any information about this village."

If this were a real village, there would definitely be relevant information about it.

Luo Feng tried hard to recall his memories of that day, "Panupong".

However, he received a corresponding date.

— April 3, 2507 (Buddhist calendar)