When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

The South District Martyrs' Cemetery is exceptionally tidy because "Grandpa" took good care of it during his lifetime, with very few weeds or anything like that.

After a quick cleaning, Su Ming took out several jars of grain wine and poured a bowl of it in front of each tomb, and burned a lot of paper money.

"That's all I can do."

Su Ming did his best in everything he did regarding the South District Martyrs' Cemetery, as long as it was within his duties.

He wasn't a talkative person; he preferred to do things rather than talk.

After he had packed his things, carrying his old oil lamp, he hurried towards the western cemetery.

Behind him, the blood-stained broadswords, each bound with a red scarf, seemed to emerge from illusory figures, silently watching the figure walk into the darkness.

The wine placed in front of their respective graves also vanished into thin air, as if it had been drunk.

Perhaps it was because Su Ming had given the owner of the West District cemetery a rather "shock" last night that he remained unusually calm when he arrived.

That withered tree, which had been somewhat demonized, was even more unassuming.

The strange human head growing on the tree was nowhere to be seen either; it's unclear where it's hidden.

Compared to other cemeteries, the entire western cemetery appears exceptionally desolate, like a wild and untamed land.

If it weren't for the three jet-black tombstones being located in the center of this cemetery, they would probably have been overlooked.

Su Ming walked expressionlessly to the three dark tombstones, looking down at them.

The dark tombstone in the middle that he had stabbed earlier had long since recovered completely, without even the slightest wound, and there was no trace of the black blood that had previously gushed out.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he silently gazed at the three dark tombstones before him, lost in thought.

Do tombstones really bleed?

And are there black tombstones?

Why does this thing always seem so unlike a tombstone?

Instead, it looks somewhat like the horns of some kind of creature!

The three seemingly dark and eerie tombstones are actually the horns, or perhaps parts of the body, of a mysterious monster hidden in the soil.

How big must this thing be?!

Could it be that its body is buried beneath the entire cemetery...?

Or, to exaggerate a bit, could the mountain beneath his feet be...?

That's not impossible, considering how much "sinful" energy was released from that single strike.

This guy's true strength is probably no weaker than "Dad" from the previous world.

To some extent, Su Ming didn't have a specific guess as to just how powerful the "father" from the previous instance world was.

After all, the other party seems to have held back quite a bit, and also has other hidden abilities.

It was unclear whether Su Ming's gaze was too intense and strange.

This caused some sensitivity among the previously silent owners of the western cemetery.

A chilling wind began to howl past, as if issuing a silent question and warning.

It was somewhat wary of this mentally unstable, hot-headed young man who liked to stab people with a knife.

I'm afraid this guy is going to cause trouble again!

He quickly explained that the "request" he made last time hadn't been addressed yet.

"Can't even look? You're so stingy."

Seeing the other party's attitude, Su Ming unusually made a sarcastic remark, then put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the woods outside the cemetery.

After causing a ruckus, he actually managed to pull out several "big trees" still covered in mud.

He demonstrated to audiences from all over the world what it means to have immense strength and unparalleled power.

Judging from his unchanging expression, it was as if he had just pulled out a few toothpicks.

The Chinese audience, who already had a clear understanding of Su Ming's terrifying power, were somewhat numb after the initial shock.

After all, they could now accept that Su Ming could transform into a bizarre and fantastical figure.

Uprooting a few big trees is as trivial as pulling out a few toothpicks; what's so strange about that?

After planting several lush trees, Su Ming could clearly sense that the leaves of the trees began to show subtle yellowing and wrinkling, as if their vitality was beginning to be lost.

Needless to say, it's highly likely that the owner of the West Cemetery was behind this.

No wonder the western district is so desolate; this guy probably drained all the life force from the trees that were planted before.

"Behave yourself and don't cause trouble!"

Before leaving, Su Ming gave the other party a warning again.

With the Ghost Festival approaching, he had already thoroughly inspected several cemeteries and mass graves.

The western district also needs to be addressed.

When he returned to the mass grave, the silly dog ​​had already returned to its previous foolish state and excitedly pounced on him.

It showed none of the sleazy, filthy behavior it had displayed after its owner left.

Su Ming was surprised to find that after he left, the silly dog ​​had put the broken door back on and left him a roasted wolf as a "midnight snack".

...

The next day.

A severed-arm corpse in a mass grave, covered in lividity, suddenly began to change. Its chest began to rise and fall slightly, its cold body temperature gradually increased, and its bluish-purple face gradually regained some color.

Bruce, who had been lying dead on the ground, his face contorted and eyes lifeless, suddenly sat up, clutching his heart tightly, his face deathly pale, like a tourist who had just been pulled from the sea, greedily inhaling the fresh air.

A large amount of sweat poured from his pores, almost soaking his clothes, making him look extremely disheveled.

The lividity on his body was still there, and had not faded.

Seeing Bruce come back from the dead, the audience and high-ranking officials of the Bald Eagle Empire breathed a sigh of relief.

After they were not punished by the ghost story world last night,

They guessed that Bruce might not be dead yet.

In hindsight, their guess was indeed correct.

"I finally survived..."

Bruce's face wore a strange expression that was both a smile and a cry, his eyes filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Although he lost an arm, at least he survived.

He didn't actually die last night; he faked his death, successfully fooling the little girl in red and escaping unharmed.

All of this is thanks to his innate talent.

The Living Dead

This is an extremely special A-level talent.

It can put him into a "living dead" state at crucial moments.

The entire soul shrinks into a cold cage.

Only the physical body, devoid of vital signs, remained.

In that situation, he was as if he were truly dead.

This talent is extremely unique, and it has very many limitations.

Bruce wouldn't be willing to try unless it was a critical moment.

Because he didn't know if he could hide from those ghostly things' detection, and there was a high possibility that he would fall into a deep sleep and never wake up, becoming a fish to be slaughtered.

Fortunately, this time he managed to escape unscathed.

"It's a pity that this ability has too many limitations. To awaken, I must break free of that dark cage. But once I enter the 'living dead' state, my mind becomes completely frozen, unable to think, just like a vegetable. If I hadn't left myself with strong psychological suggestions beforehand, I'm afraid it would have been very difficult for me to wake up."