When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

During the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are said to open wide, allowing the dead to roam the earth, while the living avoid them.

The closer it gets to the Ghost Festival, the more likely things are to happen.

Those guys in the cemetery are probably restless and can't stand being left alone. They're starting to stir up trouble, and there might even be a riot!

That will be another troublesome matter.

The Chosen Ones are already surrounded by the Four Graveyards, at the heart of the storm vortex. If that day comes, they will likely face endless troubles.

And the Ghost Festival happens to fall on the seventh night!

Today is the second day.

Su Ming could already foresee the storm that was about to break.

If it weren't for the village's reminder, he probably wouldn't have known about the Ghost Festival.

At that time, I'm afraid we'll suffer a considerable loss.

However, this was only the first piece of bad news; there was a second piece of bad news to come.

That means there isn't enough "lamp oil".

Su Ming learned from the villagers that the "lamp oil" used by the tomb keepers was extremely special and could not be provided by the village. Since ancient times, the tomb keepers had always solved the problem themselves.

Ordinary lamp oil was useless for that oil lamp.

The remaining lamp oil in the room would only last for four or five days at most.

Once the time is up, it will be used up.

By then, that old oil lamp will be unusable.

That oil lamp is a symbol of the "grave keeper's" identity.

It is also an "item" that illuminates the night and deters evil spirits.

It represents the light of hope.

If it becomes unusable, it would obviously be a huge problem for the Chosen One.

This means that without a supply of lamp oil, the tomb keeper might have to go out on patrol in the dark on the night of the Ghost Festival.

At that time, it would undoubtedly be like being surrounded by wolves.

At any moment, they could be surrounded and killed by lurking spying in the darkness.

At this moment, even the Chinese audience watching from outside the country became serious.

They clearly understood the crisis involved.

If that time really comes, I'm afraid something terrible will happen.

Because of the village, Su Ming learned about the Ghost Festival in advance and was able to make preparations ahead of time.

But the other chosen ones don't know that!

The information gap alone is enough to ruin a person's life.

"The problem of lamp oil needs to be resolved as soon as possible. I've roughly figured out the specific sources, so we just need to replenish it in time."

"The closer it gets to the Ghost Festival, the more restless the creatures buried in the cemetery will become. The previous deterrents probably won't scare them for long, and they'll likely start causing trouble one by one."

"The previous plan has changed and needs to be adjusted, but the overall direction is still correct. Whoever dares to stand out and be the first to act will be dealt with. After striking with a big stick, we have to offer a sweet treat."

"Who cares? Nothing's more important than eating. Let's talk about it after breakfast."

Su Ming was cooking breakfast while pondering things.

Although the sun had already set and night had fallen, it didn't stop him from eating "breakfast".

Most of the supplies sent by the village were smoked products that could be preserved for a long time, so he simply cooked a pot of porridge, throwing the smoked duck and goose meat into it to cook.

No need to add any seasonings, the food itself tastes good enough.

In an instant, the steaming aroma of food wafted through the house, making even the silly dog's mouth water.

Compared to the cold, lifeless offerings at the cemetery last night, the steaming hot food in front of me is much better.

Compared to the "delicious dishes" that Su Ming was about to cook,

The other chosen ones were still gnawing on rat meat, eating wild vegetable roots, or stealing their grandfather's offerings, living in utter misery.

Such a stark contrast instantly broke the defenses of audiences from various countries.

All the Chosen Ones combined probably didn't eat as well as Su Ming!

Isn't this a slap in their face?!

But what can be done about it?

That's just how life is!

Chinese viewers also commented that this is sometimes the difference between people.

Some wolves are born to eat meat, and some dogs are born to eat excrement.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Because the front door was kicked off by Su Ming that morning and hadn't been reinstalled, the area where the door used to be was still empty.

At a glance, one can see rows of strange and unusual tombs outside.

A chilling wind blew in gusts, and the cold wind was biting.

Each grave seemed to have eyes, glowing with eerie green flames, silently staring at the person and dog inside the doorless house.

Any other chosen one would be terrified by now.

Su Ming, however, seemed completely unfazed, not even bothering to glance outside, and focused entirely on cooking breakfast.

So what if you want to look? It won't hurt you.

He was hungry.

We can talk about it after we finish eating.

Ding dong.

The wall clock hanging inside the room suddenly struck.

It was already ten o'clock.

[Rule Two: As the new gravedigger, after 10 PM, you must leave the house and begin patrolling the graveyard until you finish your patrol, making sure the entire graveyard knows you are there. You may not return to the house to rest until the night watch is over. Do not turn around if anyone calls your name from behind during the night watch.]

However, Su Ming only glanced at it and then ignored it, getting back to work before even eating.

Neuropathy!

Soon, a large pot of steaming hot meat congee was ready.

This pot of meat congee was simmered for nearly two hours. Two cured ducks and other smoked meats were added, and the meat was almost cooked until it was completely tender, blending perfectly with the congee.

The scalding heat and enticing aroma filled almost the entire house.

Just as Su Ming was about to get up, grab a bowl, and start serving rice,

Suddenly, a biting gust of cold wind swept in from outside, extinguishing the firewood and sending sparks flying, nearly overturning the large pot of cooked meat porridge.

Fortunately, the silly dog ​​next to it used its head to support the pot that was about to fall, and carefully pushed the pot back into place. Its round little head was also blackened, and some of its fur was singed by the high temperature.

However, the silly dog ​​seemed oblivious, its honest and simple eyes fixed on the food in the pot, completely ignoring its injuries.

Su Ming paused in his action of picking up the bowl, put it down, and stared expressionlessly at the strange phenomenon outside where a sudden gust of cold wind howled, sounding like the roar of evil spirits. His face instantly turned cold.

Clearly, seeing Su Ming leisurely preparing to eat inside, ignoring them completely, the "old man" at the mass grave outside got annoyed and started causing trouble.

It seems that killing a chicken and letting it dry overnight still didn't make them understand who the real kings and queens are!

How dare they test his patience?

Su Ming's gaze lingered for a moment on the dog's blackened fur, then he picked up the old oil lamp, his face cold, exuding an aura of icy ruthlessness, and walked out.

Seeing this, the silly dog ​​behind him paused for less than 0.01 seconds at the food in front of him before quickly following behind.

Compared to eating, the host is more important.