When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

The more arrogant the round, chubby head was before, the more pathetic it is now.

It originally planned to take the opportunity to run away, but it was caught by that sissy on the stage and handed over to Su Ming.

This could be the death of it.

At this moment, it wished it could slap itself twice. Why did it have to howl like that for no reason? Now it's really bad. Not only has it provoked this evil star, but it has also killed other people. But if it had only killed other people, that would be one thing. But to get itself into trouble is a huge loss.

In an effort to save its life, it used every skill it had acquired, not only displaying an act of heartbroken weeping and repentance, but also attempting to jump up and kowtow several times.

However, as time passed, Su Ming, who had remained silent, began to make it uneasy. It stealthily glanced at Su Ming and met his calm gaze. Its hair stood on end, and it instantly became obedient.

Snot and tears smeared all over his face.

"Is the performance over?"

Su Ming picked up his teacup, took a sip, and lowered his eyes to look at the round head in front of him, which was trembling with fear like a real grandson. However, he did not kill the person directly.

"What's your name?"

"Little one, my name is Black Dog."

The black dog with only one head remained completely obedient at this point, no longer daring to play any tricks, for fear of angering the menacing figure in front of it and being slapped to death!

"Do you want to live or die?"

"Young one, I want to live!"

Such a rogue and scoundrel fears power but not morality.

They're more slippery than anyone else until the knife's to their neck.

Unfortunately, this time, it encountered someone who liked to start by stabbing people without any regard for the rules.

Have you ever seen a big, honest, and kind-looking yellow dog that stands 1.5 meters tall and jumps 1.8 meters?

"Huh? This, this... I, Black Dog, have been in Ghost Town for so long and have seen countless dogs, but none as magnificent as the one you're describing!"

The black dog was clearly stumped by the question, its mind almost failing to process it, and it quickly gave a fawning reply.

Su Ming frowned slightly, clearly understanding that the silly dog ​​was probably not in this maze.

Otherwise, given the dog's cleverness, once it guesses that I'm going to look for it, it will probably deliberately make a big commotion as a way of guiding me.

Nowadays, even Black Dog, the local bully, hasn't heard any news about Stupid Dog, so he's probably really not here.

Well, with the dog's cleverness and ability to run away, even if it causes a big disaster or provokes a powerful enemy, it can still escape.

He should focus on the immediate matter first.

"Where is this place? Who's celebrating a happy occasion?"

"This is Desolate Ghost Town. It's the house of Master Li—no, that old dog—that's having a wedding. That old dog has somehow snatched a girl back to bring good fortune to his tuberculosis-ridden son. He even hired an opera troupe to perform for three days and three nights! Hero, I just sneaked in to watch the show. I know nothing else. If you have a grudge against that old dog, I can lead you to kill his tuberculosis-ridden son to prevent future trouble..."

"By the way, I heard that the girl that old dog kidnapped is fair-skinned and beautiful, a true beauty. As the saying goes, a beauty is a match for a hero, and she and you are a perfect match..."

The fact that he couldn't answer the question had almost scared the black dog so much that he was afraid he would lose his usefulness, so he quickly volunteered.

Su Ming glanced at the red lanterns hanging beside him and the double happiness symbol pasted on the wall, then looked at the obsequious head of the man named Black Dog in front of him.

He didn't directly ask about the maze, nor did he inquire whether all the living people in the entire Ghost Town were human skin puppets.

Whether the black dog knew about the maze or not is another matter.

In his view, in this labyrinthine tale, bizarre creatures like human-skin puppets are the main characters, while normal humans are more like rare "prey."

This can also be seen from the rules.

[Rule Two: The maze is fraught with danger. You might consider disguising yourself and avoiding revealing your human identity to anyone.]

This shows that it is a world where the strong prey on the weak.

Each of the different "mazes" is actually a unique scene, which has been divided up and occupied by various strange creatures.

What seems abnormal to ordinary people is commonplace to them.

It is evident that the complexity of this ghost story instance far exceeds that of previous ghost story instances.

Just then, the "woman" dressed in plain theatrical costume, with a bewitching face and painted face, slowly lifted the huge black coffin not far away and moved it next to Su Ming.

Beneath its seemingly frail body lies such terrifying power, demonstrating the potential of the human skin puppet.

Thanks!

Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he saw that the "woman's" seemingly lively eyes actually concealed a stiffness and dullness, which was incomparable to the ever-changing and incredibly slippery Black Dog.

"Sir, these low-class actresses only know how to sing opera; they don't understand anything else. Thanking her is a blessing she couldn't have earned in eight lifetimes. Didn't you dislike that song just now? How about 'Eighteen Touches'?"

The black dog fawned over Su Ming.

However, their attitude towards women in theatrical costumes was extremely hostile.

Although they are all "human skin puppets" and belong to the same kind.

But the black dog's tone was undisguisedly contemptuous, full of arrogance, as if he were scolding his own dog.

The woman in the theatrical costume stood silently in place, her alluring face devoid of any emotion. Her dull and stiff eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. She stood there blankly, as if she had long been accustomed to being treated this way.

Sometimes, even among the same species, there are still hierarchical differences between them.

Su Ming looked at the scene before him with a meaningful expression, a smile playing on his lips.

He slowly stood up, grabbed the huge black coffin with one hand and the still-chattering black dog's hair with the other, ignoring the painful expression on the dog's face, and walked towards the house next door.

Even though he was being pulled by the hair and held in his hand, the black dog maintained a fawning expression and dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

He dared to be arrogant in front of the women in costumes, but in front of Su Ming, he was as meek as a dog.

The woman in the opera costume, still wearing a charming smile, stood rooted to the spot, watching the figure carrying a black coffin, dressed in burial clothes, and holding a severed head disappear into the distance.

Suddenly, the figure that had been walking away stopped, and a golden object was thrown over.

The woman in the costume instinctively reached out to catch it, but upon seeing what it was, her stiff smile froze.

"Here you go!"