When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

After finishing a pot of steaming hot meat porridge, Su Ming's face gradually regained some color, and he felt warm all over, clearly much better than before. He even patted the fawning dog's head next to him as a reward.

It was exactly seven o'clock, and the mysterious bus would arrive at the village entrance at eight o'clock, stopping for only fifteen minutes.

This means that Su Ming only has a little over an hour left.

At this moment, the other Chosen Ones had already set off, leaving the graveyard and heading towards the village.

In terms of progress, Su Ming has clearly fallen behind the others.

"Why hasn't Brother Su set off yet? He's already fallen behind the others!"

"That brat from Japan is almost at the village's edge; we've already fallen behind."

"Brother Su, don't drag this out any longer. If you keep going like this, you'll really miss the bus."

Even the Chinese audience outside the country was getting anxious and kept sending messages to urge them on, but to no avail.

Su Ming remained calm and composed. Instead of rushing off, he got up and went to the coffin, took out three incense sticks, lit them, bowed slowly, and inserted them into the incense burner.

The coffin in front of them was slightly tilted compared to before, as if it had been moved, and even the coffin lid had been lifted a little bit.

Su Ming acted as if he hadn't noticed anything, straightening the coffin and staring intently at the old man in the black-and-white photograph embedded in the coffin.

After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"I'm gone."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the house, leaving behind the dilapidated house and a black coffin.

Outside, a hellhound as large as a small mountain, its body charred black, lay prone on the ground, silently waiting.

Su Ming sat directly on its lap and patted its head.

The ugly giant dog slowly got up and began patrolling the cemetery.

After making a final round of inspections around the four cemeteries to confirm that the ghostly creatures were indeed behaving themselves and not wandering around, they set off.

The night was shrouded in darkness and mist. A colossal creature, as large as a small mountain, sped down the mountain. The figure sitting on it carried a tattered oil lamp, which emitted a soft, warm light that dispelled the surrounding mist.

Behind them, the surrounding cemetery stood silently, watching the figure rushing away down the mountain.

One after another, illusory figures emerged from the tomb, silently watching the direction Su Ming had left in, until the figure disappeared into the night.

This jinx has finally left.

The once silent cemetery suddenly erupted into howling wails and howls, instantly becoming lively.

They are extremely wary of the other party if they don't leave.

Now that Su Ming is gone,

Before the next caretaker arrives, the entire cemetery will belong to them.

Furthermore, if the next tomb keeper is even slightly weak, wouldn't they be at their mercy?

After two generations of strong suppression by the tomb keepers, these ghostly things have begun to show signs of wanting to rebel and cause trouble.

Especially after Su Ming left, they all started to emerge unscrupulously, like prisoners who had been suppressed for too long.

If the seals on the ancestral tombs in the East District and the cemetery in the South District weren't still intact, these ghostly things would probably be able to cause chaos.

"A bunch of idiots!"

In the jungle, the cat-faced old woman looked at the scene before her with disdain and spat out a mouthful of spittle, clearly looking down on those ghostly things.

Then, its cat-like eyes looked warily towards the house, as if it had seen something terrifying.

Even if the young ones are gone, the old ones will still be here!

A cool breeze swept by, rustling the diary inside the room.

It was as if an invisible hand was turning the pages.

Perhaps the wailing and howling outside was too noisy.

Suddenly, a rustling sound filled the previously quiet room.

The sound originated from inside the coffin.

Snapped--

Suddenly the coffin lid was lifted, and a withered hand reached out from inside.

...

Sujia Village

Because of the Ghost Festival, every household in Sujia Village kept their doors tightly shut, and no one came out; the streets were deserted.

"Almost there, almost there!"

Kudo Yuma ran wildly through the village roads, his face flushed from rapid breathing.

With each breath, the injuries on his body were aggravated, causing excruciating pain.

As he watched the mysterious bus gradually approaching through the hazy mist in the distance, his excitement was barely concealed.

He's about to clear this ghost story instance!

At this moment, even the people and high-ranking officials of the Sakura Kingdom cheered and began to celebrate in advance.

The Cherry Blossom Kingdom is destined to be the first to clear this ghost story dungeon.

Even the people of China have to stand behind them!

However, the overly excited Kudo Yuma failed to notice a stone that suddenly appeared under his feet.

Snapped--

Kudo Yuma fell face-first to the ground, rolling several times. The old oil lamp he was clutching in his hand also fell out, splattering oil all over the ground.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the lamp wick went out.

not good!

Despite the excruciating pain in his body, Kudo Yuma felt a chilling fear upon seeing the extinguished oil lamp in the distance.

In the darkness, without the protection of an oil lamp, something terrible could happen.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he immediately got up and rushed towards the bus. Once he got on the bus and handed over his ticket, he would be safe and able to go home.

"Guest, I've come to collect your body!"

A low, hoarse meow suddenly appeared.

Kudo Yuma's pupils contracted as he felt a sudden, cold touch on his neck, startling him into a cry:

"Wait, Grandpa's body is in the mountain..."

puff--

Claws tore through the throat, and blood spurted out.

Kudo Yuma's eyes suddenly dimmed as he stared unhappily at the mocking old woman with the cat face behind him.

At this moment, he realized that the other party had probably been eyeing him for a long time.

From beginning to end, all the other party wanted was his corpse.

"I'm not crazy. You think you can fool me with just a few words and then go and touch Old Ghost Su's coffin? Do you think I don't know whether that old bastard is dead or not? Kid, your little tricks are still too green..."

The cat-faced old woman looked at the corpse at her feet, its eyes wide open in death, and a cold smile appeared on her terrifying cat face, which was stained with blood.

[The Chosen One of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom, Kudo Yuma, has fallen, and punishment begins. A bizarre invasion will occur in Kobe City in ten minutes.]

The notification sound of the ghost story world echoed throughout the land of cherry blossoms.

The Japanese high-ranking officials and people, who were initially excited and celebrating, froze instantly, staring blankly at Kudo Yuma's corpse and the dimmed live broadcast screen.