When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

The offerings placed at the Su family ancestral tomb were plentiful, mostly consisting of cold rice and vegetarian dishes, paper money and incense, fruits, pastries and biscuits, and some homemade grain liquor.

There were also a few bottles of AD calcium milk in the corner, which were probably brought by some children to show respect to their ancestors.

Meat is almost nowhere to be seen, since it spoils and smells bad very quickly, and leaving it here would easily attract carnivores.

Moreover, in rural areas, meat is usually shared and eaten on the spot after the ancestral worship, or taken home to eat.

At this moment, the offerings and fruits in front of the ancestral tomb were clearly recently made; their colors were still vibrant and they looked quite appealing.

Su Ming grabbed some fruit and pastries to fill his stomach, and also took a bottle of grain liquor, intending to offer it to his "grandfather" when he returned to his room.

Earlier, when he was inside the house, Su Ming noticed a few empty wine bottles in the corner that he hadn't had time to throw away, leading him to deduce that his "grandfather" probably enjoyed drinking.

He takes things from his ancestors' graves to offer as tribute to his "grandfather," and he's incredibly filial.

As a country dog, the silly dog ​​ate almost anything, including fruits and pastries, and had no dietary restrictions.

"I'll take you hunting when I get the chance. A perfectly healthy dog ​​will go bad if it eats only vegetables every day; it needs to eat meat!"

Watching the silly dog ​​devour small apples and peaches without even spitting out the pits, Su Ming's lips twitched slightly.

This guy is just like him, a big eater, and he doesn't discriminate between meat and vegetables.

They'll put anything in their mouths and they're not picky about food!

It can even insert a straw by itself and sip AD calcium milk.

It's like it's become a spirit.

Of course, Su Ming didn't take the things for free; as the tomb keeper, he still had some duties to perform.

For example, any newly sprouted weeds in this area should naturally be cleared away.

Some inscriptions on tombstones that have become blurred due to the passage of time also need to be recarved.

Perhaps it was because the task was quite difficult that my grandfather had never done it before.

However, it wasn't difficult for Su Ming.

Su Ming immediately took out the "Sinful Dagger" and began his work.

The "Sinful Dagger" is the black, serrated dagger that was snatched from the brat in the previous ghost story instance.

This dagger is extremely special. Since it came into his hands, it has been of great help to him, allowing him to undergo two human evolutions, breaking the shackles and constraints within his body, making his physical body increasingly inhuman, and giving him endless potential.

In his view, this special dagger was far superior to any other supernatural artifact.

Its growth potential is terrifyingly astonishing.

However, for some reason, the Ghost Stories dungeon has never included any description of this dagger, as if it has been "ignored".

The abilities of this dagger can only be known through Su Ming's exploration.

At first, Su Ming thought this thing absorbed the strange pollution from the creatures in the legends and transformed it to strengthen him.

But it wasn't until later that Su Ming vaguely sensed something was wrong. It seemed that this thing was strengthening itself by absorbing the "sins" of its "prey," rather than the so-called strange pollution.

In this world, every living being, regardless of its species, carries "sin" to some extent from birth.

The Sinful Dagger, however, can extract the "sin" from its prey and transform it into energy for evolution.

Of course, some people may wonder how Su Ming could be so sure?

That's because when he had nothing better to do in the real world, he stabbed himself in the back.

As a result, there was no pain at all; instead, the body was subtly strengthened.

The consequence was that the "beast" within his body instantly went berserk...

If Su Ming hadn't desperately suppressed the [beast] and promised not to act recklessly, who knows what might have happened.

After that, Su Ming understood that this sinful dagger could actually harm the madman inside him...

It's absolutely hilarious!

This was the first time he had ever seen the beast in such a rage; it was a truly rare sight!

He really wanted to hit himself a few more times...

Of course, this idea was quickly suppressed by Su Ming.

He's a normal person; he shouldn't have such perverted thoughts.

That's why Su Ming became even more curious about this mysterious dagger.

It seems this is no longer just an ordinary prop from a ghost story.

Moreover, how did the younger brother, the brat, get his hands on this thing?

This question can probably only be answered when we have the opportunity to return to the first ghost story instance in the future.

Getting back to the main point, Su Ming was at this moment gradually recarving some of the blurred inscriptions on the tombstones to make them clearer.

Having accepted food and even taken a bottle of wine, it would be quite excessive not to do some work in return.

With its terrifying power and control, and the sharpness of the sinful dagger,

Su Ming's carving speed is extremely fast, and he is more stable and precise than a machine.

However, during this time, a huge dog head would always come over with a curious look, wanting to see up close what its owner was doing and join in the fun.

In response, Su Ming gave him a big slap on the shoulder, then pointed to a patch of weeds not far away, signaling the silly dog ​​to go and take care of it, so it wouldn't bother him while he was working.

But before things could calm down for a moment, the silly dog's head came closer again, with a "spicy strip" in its mouth, making "woof woof woof" sounds, its face full of fawning.

It was a brightly colored snake.

Judging by its color, it must be some kind of highly venomous snake.

However, judging from the snake's motionless state, it must be dead.

Su Ming was taken aback. He looked back at the disappearing weeds behind him, then at the silly dog ​​looking at him expectantly. He instantly understood what it meant. His expression changed slightly, he stopped what he was doing, and patted the dog's head.

"You eat it yourself, I don't like this stuff."

Upon hearing this, the silly dog ​​looked somewhat disappointed, but still obediently went to the side and started munching on a spicy snack.

Originally, after catching the "meat strip" in the grass, it wanted to share it with its owner, but unfortunately, its owner didn't like it, so it had to enjoy it alone.

This venomous snake was quite large, and the venom it contained was probably quite potent. If a normal, large yellow dog had eaten it, it would probably have been waiting to die.

But the silly dog ​​is essentially a creature of strange tales, so this bit of toxin is nothing to it, not even as bad as the bizarre pollution inside its body.

After finishing its spicy snack, the silly dog ​​squatted not far from Su Ming, yawning and lying on the ground, watching its working owner intently without blinking. It didn't run around but waited quietly.

As a silly dog, it only had eyes for that familiar figure with the tombstone carved on it, and could not see anything else.

After making simple repairs to a few tombstones, Su Ming looked at the remaining numerous tombstones and estimated their number.

With his near-inhuman speed and stamina, if he really wanted to do it, he could finish in a few hours at most.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of a silly dog ​​lying on the ground not far away, staring blankly at him, instead of running around.

Perhaps sensing its owner's gaze, the silly dog ​​stared at him for a few seconds before silently looking away.

Just as Su Ming raised the dagger to continue carving, it turned its head back and stared blankly at its master.

Never mind, I'll wait until next time.

As Su Ming sheathed his dagger and stood up, he suddenly saw a streak of yellow lightning rushing towards him, circling around him and emitting an excited howl. He couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Couldn't wait to get bored already?"

The silly dog ​​still had that same goofy look on its face, honest and simple, constantly rubbing against his trouser leg and following him around, its tail wagging so fast it left afterimages like a propeller.

Under the watchful eyes of the tombstones, the man and his dog, bathed in the bright moonlight, carried oil lamps and played as they made their way to the next area.