For the first time, Song Zhong felt how authoritative this talent rating was. If it says D grade, then it's D grade. But if you get one more chance to get something for free, you can be promoted to C grade!

"Go to hell! This rule... wait, is it all correct?"

There seems to be a rule against eating at night, right?

In an instant, all the lights in the room went out, the light bulbs exploded, and the once bright room turned into a gloomy darkness!

Song Zhong knew something was wrong and rushed out of the toilet, preparing to escape through the window!

When the live stream resumed, viewers were puzzled by the turned-off lights. Song Zhong might not be thinking clearly, but surely he wouldn't turn off the lights under these circumstances.

"No! Look, the light bulb has blown up!"

"I just got back from the live stream in Mexico, and I know what's going on!"

The Mexican ghost storyteller possesses a B-level talent called "Random Prophet," which allows him to randomly verify the truth or falsehood of a rule. This also tells him that it is absolutely safe to leave the lights on in the room!

So when someone knocked on the door, he let the aunt in without fear. As a result, under the light, the aunt couldn't do anything to him, and the two chatted casually.

The moment the Mexican ghost storyteller took a sip of the chicken soup his aunt brought, all the lights in the room went out instantly, the light bulbs exploded, and his aunt transformed into a two-meter-tall twisted creature that swallowed the ghost storyteller whole!

"Does that mean Song Zhong also ate something that caused him to break the rules?"

"But there's practically nothing to eat at home, and I haven't seen him buy any food. Besides, didn't he just go to the toilet?"

"Wait...the restroom?"

"Holy crap! I think I've discovered something incredible!"

With a loud bang, the aunt outside the door kicked the door open and rushed into the room with her bright red tongue sticking out!

"Haha! A demon hunter! Who will be the hunter is still uncertain!"

Song Zhong was so frightened that he almost wet his pants. He immediately jumped out of the second-floor window, his large body hitting the ground with a thud!

By the moonlight, everyone could see the chocolate sauce that hadn't been wiped off his lips.

"6, so that's why I didn't buy any food! I had this trick up my sleeve!"

"As the saying goes, the white doves in the church won't kiss the crows, and the old man in the toilet won't go home hungry. It's really kind of my brother Song to make such a great sacrifice to save a few dollars!"

Unfortunately, how could a human possibly outrun a ghost?

The aunt jumped from the second floor and landed steadily on the ground, her eyes filled with a bloodthirsty impulse!

Song Zhong immediately pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the aunt. His hand was trembling; he really didn't have a single bullet left!

I can only pray that I can intimidate the aunt in front of me.

"Didn't this guy already reveal that his pistol was out of bullets? He shouldn't be able to fool this ghost in front of him, right?"

"Not necessarily. After all, it was only noon then. He had plenty of time to make money in the afternoon. Although he didn't succeed, these ghosts don't know that. Out of caution, they might not actually make a move."

Song Zhongcai wouldn't think that much. There was only one reason why he pulled out his pistol: he really had nothing else to pull out!

The aunt showed no sign of stopping and continued to approach.

"You bought a gun but not bullets, so you must be out of money, huh? Young man, I've been watching you all afternoon. You can't earn money for bullets as a security guard!"

The aunt's words hit the nail on the head. Song Zhong's face turned pale, and he finally lost the strength to even grab the pistol. He writhed on the ground like a lump of fat.

This guy actually followed him all afternoon? And he didn't even notice!

He thought his clumsy lie about the toy gun would fool everyone, but little did he know that it had already been exposed. The sun saved his life, but it only delayed his death.

Song Zhong had already been targeted by countless ghosts. He could have survived one more night by staying under the lamplight, and even if he couldn't pass the level, he could at least escape the next morning. He couldn't blame anyone else for his foolishness.

"You humans are really interesting. You run so fast normally, but when disaster strikes, you collapse on the ground and don't even have the strength to run. Isn't that ridiculous?"

The aunt laughed loudly and bit off Song Zhong's head!

[The Chinese ghost story teller Song Zhong has died, bringing the total number of deaths to 4.]

The aunt looked up, about to finish the rest of the meat, when she saw a man with his hands in his pockets walking towards her from the street.

Since the entire world of ghost stories doesn't have 30 districts, it's certain that several ghost story masters were assigned to the same district, and Jiang Ran and Song Zhong were one of them.

Jiang Ran had just turned the corner when he saw Song Zhong being devoured. Regardless of whether he was willing to help, there was no way to save him at that distance. By the time he drew his gun, it was probably too late.

On the contrary, it would expose one's identity.

The moment the aunt saw Jiang Ran, her eyes turned fierce again, like a dog guarding its food.

"Huh? You're worried I'll steal your human flesh?"

Jiang Ran shrugged and silently took two steps back, indicating that he had no interest in this human cannibalism.

But the auntie wouldn't give up and even pounced on him!

"If you're asking for it, then I have no say in the matter."

Jiang Ran didn't want to waste bullets, so he immediately drew his short knife. With the knife in hand, he felt his reaction speed had increased by more than one level. Was this the true purpose of a weapon? Otherwise, with their physical abilities, they simply couldn't keep up with the ghost's speed!

As expected, Jiang Ran slit the aunt's throat with a single stroke. While taking a pale green crystal from her chest, Jiang Ran pondered another question.

She clearly didn't recognize him, so why would she attack him?

Aside from madmen, everyone who takes action has some motive. So what was this aunt's motive? Was she worried about her food being stolen? Probably not!

Ghosts make up at least 99% of the population in this world. Jiang Ran doesn't know if there are any real "people" in this world besides them, the ghost storytellers.

Clearly, human flesh is more like a snack than a necessity for their survival, but this snack is more attractive to ghosts than one might imagine.

If this world is already controlled by ghosts, why do they live as humans? What are they afraid of, or are they hiding from?

Even among ghosts, there are "rules" to follow, and it is these rules that constitute the eerie balance of the world.

"Can't other ghosts see them while they're eating? Or rather, can't other ghosts discover their true forms?"