When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

Kudo Yuma, Bruce, Andrew, and the other chosen ones, after realizing what was happening, quickly left the house.

However, under the watchful eyes of those peering into the mass grave, he felt a chill run down his spine and was startled, but he forced himself to suppress any fear.

Rule Six: As the caretaker of the grave, you must remain calm and not be afraid. Fear will attract the covetous eyes of some. You are the manager of the cemetery and the highest authority over the graves; you must maintain your dignity.

The scent of fear can easily attract the attention of certain creatures, which is tantamount to putting one's life in the hands of other monsters.

Moreover, compared to Su Ming's previous confrontational remarks, which were almost threatening,

The other chosen ones were much more low-key, clearly aware of their own shortcomings and keeping a proper perspective.

He introduced himself in a calm tone, appearing very assertive and maintaining his authority.

At the same time, he also began to clean up and tidy up the messy mass grave, trying to gain favor.

This perfectly illustrates the scene of someone being stubborn but whose actions betray their words.

There's no way around it. If we want them to replicate Su Ming's "kill the chicken to scare the monkey" scenario and intimidate the monster in this mass grave, they have to be able to kill that "chicken" first!

At this moment, they were like useless trash, "without the strength to even kill a chicken," and could only keep a low profile and cower.

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes hidden in the shadows throughout the mass grave were fixed on them, ready to strike at any moment.

They dared not gamble on whether their old oil lamps could withstand a large group of monsters or protect them.

The only way to stabilize the situation is through our current actions, which are a way to begin showing goodwill.

However, precisely because of this, their night patrol speed will undoubtedly be slowed down, but to a certain extent, it also ensures their safety.

However, even so, not everyone can maintain a stable mindset.

Ah, the chosen one of the Three Kingdoms, though outwardly able to maintain composure, his trembling legs had already betrayed him.

At this moment, he still had to suppress his fear and carefully clear away the weeds and repair the tombstone on the grave mound in front of him to win his favor.

However, it is unclear whether he was too afraid and used too much force, or whether the tombstone was too old and had become very fragile.

The tombstone, which had just been straightened, suddenly broke in his hand, and a scarlet liquid slowly flowed out from the crack.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the once peaceful mass grave, howling loudly.

The cold wind seemed to penetrate his body, seeping into his bones little by little, causing him to tremble violently and get goosebumps all over his body.

"I'm...I'm...sorry..."

The sudden turn of events completely bewildered the chosen one of the Three Kingdoms. He couldn't even speak clearly and began frantically kowtowing and apologizing.

As countries on the same continent, the three countries understand some of the customs of the Dragon Kingdom, such as kowtowing and begging for mercy to the dead, which is not shameful.

I don't know if kowtowing helps.

The icy wind that had been blowing quickly began to subside, no longer so biting, and the body's heat was restored, finally allowing them to catch their breath.

However, at that moment, he seemed to hear a familiar call from behind.

That was "Mom's" voice.

The Chosen One, whose thinking was still somewhat hazy and rigid, habitually turned around, wanting to see who had come and respond.

"Mother..."

click-

His head suddenly twisted behind him, his eyes bulged, and his tongue stretched out.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the hideous, grotesque goblin monster before him, its wicked grin filling him with regret and anguish.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

[Ah, the Chosen One of the Three Kingdoms, Digan, has fallen, and the punishment begins. A bizarre invasion will descend upon "Rob City" in ten minutes.]

The cries of the supernatural world echoed.

Seeing that their chosen one was so foolish,

The high-ranking officials of the Three Kingdoms were instantly enraged, cursing and swearing, and even felt like killing someone.

They've already given us the prompts, and there are warnings from the rules.

It's unbelievable that they would make such a basic mistake, causing such a huge loss to the country.

They deserve to die!

To them, a dead Chosen One is of no use whatsoever.

In comparison, the losses we have to bear are the real pain!

When they need you, they'll praise you to the skies; when you're no longer useful, nobody will even give you a second glance.

That's just human nature.

The world of ghost stories.

Su Ming had almost finished patrolling the mass grave in the North District.

We have roughly figured out its exact location and situation.

The mass grave here looks like it hasn't been cleaned up for a while; it's a complete mess. No wonder those bastards down there are about to rebel.

If Su Ming hadn't suppressed them immediately and made an example of them, it would have been a mistake.

I'm afraid that, like the other chosen ones, I should first bow my head, start cleaning up the situation, and appease their resentment.

However, given Su Ming's personality, getting him to lower his head would be harder than climbing to heaven; if things went wrong, he might dig up the entire mass grave.

In this situation, if the entire mass grave area were to be cleaned up, it would take a normal person one or two days to finish.

However, Su Ming clearly ignored their meaning and instead let them air out first before heading to other areas to patrol at night.

He walked in a clockwise direction, intending to form a circle and traverse all the surrounding areas to gradually understand the territory he was about to manage.

The next area is naturally the eastern district.

Compared to the chaotic and disorderly state of the mass graves in the North District,

The situation in the East District is clearly different.

There were hardly any weeds to be seen; the area had been tidied up very well.

Each tombstone was adorned with numerous offerings of paper money, incense, and candles, creating an impressive sight.

Compared to this place, the mass graves in the North District are like a refugee slum; there's no comparison whatsoever.

This is none other than the ancestral tomb of the Su family village!

All the ancestors of the village are buried here and are supported by the entire village. The level of importance attached to them is obviously incomparable to that of the wandering ghosts in the mass graves of the North District.

Before my eyes, the characters on each tombstone are so lifelike, as if they were written by a master.

Place of origin, name, identity, date of birth and death, descendants, person who erected the monument,

The date of burial or reburial, as well as the feng shui implications, are all clearly engraved.

They were afraid that their descendants would mistake their ancestors, offer the wrong tributes, or kowtow to the wrong people.

In a way, Su Ming's current identity is also that of a member of the village.

Even if the villagers dislike him for some reason.

But his "grandfather" was still the village's gravedigger, and this blood relationship could not be severed.

In this situation, as long as Su Ming shows enough respect for the "ancestral tombs" in the East District and knows how to be humble, things will be much easier.

Given this blood relation, the "ancestors" buried in this ancestral cemetery should be able to avoid causing too much trouble, considering how sensible he is.

However, given Su Ming's personality, it would be interesting if he were so easily persuaded.

Therefore, he made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.