When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

At this moment, Su Ming had no idea that he had been placed on the kill list of a certain world overlord.

Even if he knew, it wouldn't stop him from going back to his room to sleep.

He had been out fighting the owner of the West Cemetery late at night instead of sleeping, and he also had to suppress the restless madman, [Beast]. He was exhausted and just wanted to go back to his room to sleep.

As we passed the mass grave, the ghostly figures were surprisingly discreet; not one of them showed itself.

This stands in stark contrast to the restless nature of the owners of the western cemetery.

Su Ming even gave them a few words of praise for this, and told the silly dog ​​to stop urinating on their graves in the future.

To this, the silly dog ​​just shook its head and spun its tail, looking completely dumbfounded. Whether it actually listened or not, only the dog knew.

...

The next day.

The fog shrouding the cemetery did not disappear; instead, it became even thicker, so thick that not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate.

"Damn it, I can't leave!"

Kudo Yuma was panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat, filthy and emitting a strong stench. He stared at the dense fog in front of him, his face pale.

Tonight is the Ghost Festival, a day when the gates of hell open, allowing the dead to roam freely, while the living avoid them.

Kudo Yuma was well aware that tonight would be the most dangerous moment in history.

At that time, countless ghostly things will likely emerge, posing a great threat to him.

Even riots could break out in cemeteries.

Staying in the cemetery is extremely dangerous; the chances of dying are too high.

So, Kudo Yuma decided to leave the cemetery first at dawn, head to the village entrance at the foot of the mountain, wait for the mysterious bus to appear that night, take it directly, and end this ghost story episode.

Without a doubt, this is the best choice for the chosen one.

However, the increasingly hazy fog became the greatest obstacle for the Chosen Ones.

Kudo Yuma discovered that whenever he entered the fog, he would subconsciously lose his sense of direction and be unable to recognize his surroundings, just like being trapped in a "ghost wall," and would always involuntarily return to the door of the house.

Even if the lamp oil were lit to illuminate the fog, it would be of no use.

This unconscious "ghost wall" still exists.

After numerous attempts, Kudo Yuma exhausted himself, but ultimately to no avail.

It was as if the entire cemetery was preventing him from leaving.

Under these circumstances, he simply could not leave this dangerous place during the day.

This undoubtedly cast a shadow over his heart.

Clearly, the Ghost Story instance forces the chosen ones to leave the Graveyard Mountain only after nightfall and the Gates of Hell open, allowing them to travel down the mountain and board the mysterious bus to escape.

However, Kudo Yuma could now sense that the entire burial mound was like a volcano about to erupt.

The malice that was almost solidifying terrified him.

The ghostly things buried in the ground have begun to stir, and have even set their sights on him.

Once night falls, the difficulty for him to leave will likely increase to its peak.

After a moment of silence, Kudo Yuma chose to continue trying to find a way to leave.

...

Meanwhile, Aaron of the Sunset Empire also learned this information after trying it out, and then decisively gave up on continuing to expend his energy, carefully waiting for night to fall.

Tonight is the night of departure, and every last bit of energy could be crucial for his final exit. He needs to conserve his strength.

He chose to ignore the almost undisguised malice emanating from other cemeteries.

Several consecutive nights of confrontation transformed his courage.

"I will definitely get out of this awful place!"

Aaron tore off a piece of raw wolf meat, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

...

The world of ghost stories.

Compared to the difficult situation of Yuma Kudo and Aaron,

The situation on Su Ming's side, however, appeared remarkably calm.

The cemeteries were all very quiet, without a trace of anything unusual, and very low-key.

...

As time passed, the sun set in the west, night fell, and darkness enveloped the earth.

The bright full moon was gradually covered by shadows, and not a single ray of light remained.

The once silent cemetery began to stir with strange noises, howling winds, ghostly wails, and countless piercing shrieks.

A magnificent, illusory, and awe-inspiring ghost gate appeared in the sky.

The closed door slowly opened a crack.

One after another, illusory figures began to drift out.

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

The gates of hell have opened!

Countless spirits returned to the human world, wanting to reunite with their former loved ones or to fulfill their past obsessions.

On the night of Ghost Festival, it's best for the living not to go out, because you don't know whether you'll encounter a human or a ghost.

At the same time, with the opening of the gates of hell, the cemetery was also affected and began to riot.

The chosen ones also began to set off, preparing to leave.

Tonight is their only chance to leave.

If we don't leave, we might not have another chance.

...

South District Cemetery.

Bruce's corpse, which had been hiding in the coffin, suddenly trembled and woke up directly, influenced by the strong psychological suggestion left behind.

Bruce, who had just awakened from his "living dead" state, was still dazed and confused about his surroundings.

"Is it already the seventh day? This ghost story instance isn't over yet?!"

He covered his head and muttered to himself.

In his previous optimistic prediction, the best scenario would be that the ghost story instance would end on the seventh day, and he could return directly to the real world.

However, it is clear that his fantasy has been shattered.

However, when his gaze fell upon Rule Eleven and Rule Twelve appearing on the coffin lid, his expression suddenly changed, turning deathly pale.

Whether it's Rule Eleven or Rule Twelve, it's a dead end for him; he simply can't do it.

Not to mention, he didn't have a ticket to leave, so he couldn't possibly board the mysterious bus.

Even if you want to choose rule eleven and go to the safe house,

But at this moment, he was in the southern cemetery and had nothing to protect him. If he went out, he would surely die.

Moreover, the little girl in red from the mass grave won't let him off the hook either.

In this situation, the only better option is to stay in the coffin and wait until the next day to return to the house to find a ticket and see if you can catch the next round of the mysterious bus.

At this moment, Bruce could see through the small hole left in the coffin the terrifying scene of howling ghosts and howling wolves outside, with a chilling wind blowing. His face involuntarily twisted, revealing the fluctuations of fear.

Just as Bruce was about to close his eyes and re-enter "living dead" mode,

A rustling sound suddenly interrupted his actions.

A strange noise suddenly came from outside the coffin.

When he instinctively opened his eyes, his face immediately turned terrified and his whole body went cold.

Above, through the small hole, a hollow, blood-red eye socket stared intently at him, with drops of blood continuously flowing down.

"Big brother, I've found you..."