"I almost forgot about this! When in doubt, always check if it's in the booklet!"

After remembering the booklet, I slapped my forehead hard and then swung my hand to take the booklet out of my mirror.

I carefully opened the booklet, and sure enough, there were a few lines of text on the title page.

"Pay attention to how you address your grandmother. If the way you address her changes, there's definitely something wrong!"

"Never refuse your grandmother's request, no matter what the circumstances!"

"In this world, you only have one family member!"

"The animals in the yard are sentient beings. Unless absolutely necessary, never touch them, unless they are not animals!"

"We must have reverence for the gods!"

There were five extra sentences in this booklet, and when I saw that, my heart skipped a beat, because it was a bit like a strange rule tale from a novel.

This isn't the first time I've seen this scenario. I encountered similar hints when I visited the Lin family before, though they weren't as obvious.

I sighed as well.

I had long felt that it was a bit strange that my grandmother had changed how she addressed me, and now it seems I was right.

My grandmother used to call me by my childhood nickname, but now she just calls me "grandson".

As for the animals in the yard, it is clearly stated that they cannot be touched without permission, unless there are special circumstances.

However, this creates a direct contradiction between two rules.

One rule says never to refuse Grandma's requests, but another rule is not to let me hurt the animals inside.

After I put the booklet away, I heard my grandmother's voice in the room again.

"My dear grandson, if the food is ready, hurry up and bring it in for Grandma. Also, hurry up and kill that pig; there's something wrong with its eyes!"

My grandma opened the window and poked her head out.

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but look at the pig next to me, and sure enough, the pig's eyes were looking upwards.

When I was little, I heard a rumor that normally pigs look straight ahead or with their heads down, but if they look up, it means they have the idea of ​​eating people.

Thinking about this made my heart skip a beat!

A man-eating pig?

As I grew up, I saw many news reports about villages where pigs looked strange after being fed, but the villagers ignored it.

As a result, in the middle of the night, these pigs secretly broke out of the pigpen and ate all the children inside.

When I thought about this news, I broke out in a cold sweat. If that's really the case, then this pig really can't be kept alive.

In a split second, I made a decision. I first found a pig-slaughtering knife on the stove.

Next to the butcher's knife was a whetstone. I skillfully sharpened the knife while observing the pig's eyes.

Sure enough, the pig's eyes were just like a human's; I could see a hint of hatred in them.

This kind of emotion is absolutely impossible to find in animals.

I instantly realized that this pig was probably not an animal, but a human in disguise.

It's possible that, like kittens, they were created by humans.

Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief, and the inner turmoil disappeared.

As long as you're not an animal, I don't need to break the rules here, so killing you is perfectly reasonable.

I kept increasing my speed, and the whetstone and the butcher knife made a clinking sound. In just about half a minute, the rusty butcher knife became shiny silver.

The pig next to me was also backing away, its eyes filled with fear.

His four legs were trembling incessantly, especially his forelimbs, which thrashed down as if he were kowtowing to me.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

Once I've decided to kill a pig, no one can stop me!

After I finished sharpening my knife, I got up and walked over to the pig with the knife in my hand.

As I walked over to the pig, I casually picked up a wooden stick from the side.

The wooden stick was about the thickness of a bowl, and it was a bit difficult for me to pick it up.

If my body hadn't been strengthened, I definitely wouldn't have been able to support it with my current strength.

I swung the wooden stick with one hand and struck the pig's head twice.

The pig let out a heart-wrenching scream, and after listening to it, I became even more certain that it was a human in disguise.

I've heard pigs squeal, but none of them are this loud.

After I finished hitting him, I immediately followed up with two more forceful blows.

The next second, the pig fell to the ground with its limbs in the air.

I dropped the stick, picked up the pig-slaughtering knife, and skillfully slaughtered the pig.

To my surprise, when I cut open the pig's neck with a knife, what came out was a green liquid.

The liquid had a foul, fishy smell, somewhat like something that had just been vomited up.

I saw my stomach acid churning up.

I was about to continue, but to my surprise, the little cat next to me rushed over and started licking the foul-smelling liquid.

I'm so fucking numb!

Because in my memory, this little kitten is that girl in disguise.

In my mind, young girls are like fairies, sacred and inviolable.

And now, right in front of me, she's licking that foul-smelling liquid, like a spotless fairy defecating right in front of me.

The image of the sweet girl in my mind collapsed instantly.

My mouth twitched, but there was nothing I could do, so I made way for the kitten to lick it to its heart's content.

As expected, the kitten did not disappoint me. It opened its mouth and absorbed the green liquid at top speed. After about 5 minutes, the kitten had licked all the green liquid clean.

The pig has changed from black to spotted, and its meat doesn't seem to smell as bad anymore.

I skillfully hoisted the pig up and then cut the meat off one by one.

I called out to the old lady inside the house and asked her which part she wanted to eat.

My grandma told me that he wanted to eat the hind leg of a pig.

"Alright, I'll take care of it!"

After hearing this, I patted my chest and took on the responsibility of cutting off all the meat from the pig's two hind legs.

The first rule was to meet all of my grandmother's needs.

I boldly guess that my grandmother must be the Beast God, or at least an image left behind by a revered deity.

Only by passing the test of the Beast God can we enter the underground celestial palace.

I was really going all out to pass the test.

After the kitten finished eating the foul-smelling liquid, it squatted to the side, looking at me with lingering interest.

However, I didn't give her the rest of the meat. My intuition told me that the extra meat must have some special purpose.