Rule Revision

"Brother Xuan, I'll come find you after I've taken care of my grandpa's affairs," Tingting said.

"No problem. I also need to discuss with Master how to handle your grandfather. By the way, Uncle, Tingting, if you encounter a zombie, remember to hold your breath," Yang Xuan said seriously.

"Okay, Brother Xuan." Tingting clearly took his words to heart. Master Ren, however, was slightly dismissive of Yang Xuan's advice.

On the way back, Yang Xuan's eyes happened to fall upon a tombstone: [Grave of Dong Xiaoyu]. Seeing Qiu Sheng in the distance placing incense sticks everywhere, Yang Xuan walked up to the tombstone and murmured, "That person was my senior brother. I don't care about other things, but no one can harm his body."

"A person's greatest fear is three lengths and two short, while incense most fears two short and one long. Yet it's burning like this. If incense burns like this at home, someone is bound to die," Uncle Nine glared at Wen Cai, who was about to pick up the offerings to eat. The latter trembled in fear.

"Is it Master Ren's house?"

"Nonsense, is it supposed to be here?" Uncle Nine replied impatiently.

"Master, the corpse has bloated," Yang Xuan said, looking at Master Ren's corpse.

"Prepare paper, brush, ink, knife, and sword," Uncle Nine said urgently.

"Senior Brother, prepare the yellow paper, calligraphy brush, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword," Yang Xuan reminded him.

After a ritual, Uncle Nine handed the ink fountain to Qiu Sheng and said, "Flick it onto the coffin. Make sure not to miss any spots."

"Understood, Master," Qiu Sheng replied.

Yang Xuan, still uneasy, watched the two flick the ink fountain. As expected, they missed the bottom of the coffin.

"Senior Brother, you missed the bottom of the coffin. Leave the rest to me," Yang Xuan said.

"Brat, don't run, you flicked ink on me!" Qiu Sheng yelled at Wen Cai's retreating back, throwing the ink fountain to Yang Xuan.

Seeing the two getting along well, they ran far off. Yang Xuan used Telekinesis to manipulate the ink fountain's string and flicked the entire coffin again. This way, there should be no problems. In the past, Yang Xuan didn't care that Master Ren was bitten to death. But now, Ren Tingting was a friend, and seeing her father die, Yang Xuan really couldn't stand by.

Looking at the crisscrossing ink marks on the entire coffin, Yang Xuan chuckled. Let's see how you get out now.

Awooo~ Yang Xuan stretched. Time to go back to sleep. Damn, he was exhausted. He should eat some protein bars, or he'd wake up hungry again.

After Yang Xuan left the morgue, he didn't notice a large black cat crouching in the corner, staring intently at the coffin.

Several hours later, the black cat was licking its paws when a clap of thunder suddenly erupted. Startled, the black cat leaped directly onto the coffin lid. With a boom, the coffin exploded, and the zombie escaped as in the original plot. Perhaps the thunder masked the sound of the coffin breaking, and the sleeping people didn't notice anything at all.

And so, life went on peacefully. A few days later.

A murder case occurred at the Ren residence.

Yang Xuan was also shocked to hear the news. "How is that possible? I already covered the entire coffin with ink fountain lines."

"System, what's going on?"

"Host, every world has its own rules of operation. Weaker worlds have weaker rules. If you try to correct the plot, weaker worlds will adopt gentler methods. If it's a powerful world, the methods might be more intense. As I said before, the higher your ability level, the higher your resistance to the world."

"If it's a world with strong rules, what happens if I kill the protagonist?" Yang Xuan asked tentatively.

"Then the Host will face pursuit from the entire plane."

"Tch, that's nothing. If it really comes to that, I can just run back to the real world," Yang Xuan said with a curl of his lip.

"Host, generally, the spatial barriers of powerful worlds are quite strong, and you might not be able to return in a short time. Moreover, if the rules target you, your return ability will likely be locked. In more severe cases, some powerful beings can launch attacks across worlds. At that time, your strength might be able to withstand one or two attacks from powerful beings, but the cities in the main world will definitely not be safe."

The System's words made Yang Xuan break out in a cold sweat. Yang Xuan had always felt that he could do whatever he wanted in the dimensional planes, as it wouldn't affect the peace of the main world. But now, it was different. If he didn't become stronger, not only might he die, but he might also endanger his own world, leading to its utter destruction.

It seemed he had to be more careful with future travels and absolutely must not affect the main world, Yang Xuan told himself.

"Junior Brother, something's wrong! Master is going to jail today!" Qiu Sheng ran in frantically.

"Did Master say anything?" Yang Xuan asked, slowly calming down from the shock the System had given him.

"Master said that two zombies might appear today. He wants Wen Cai to protect Tingting, and for you and me to bring some chicken blood, an ink fountain, and yellow talismans, oh, and glutinous rice, to find Master," Qiu Sheng recalled.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing? We have to go find Master soon, why are you still cooking?" Yang Xuan asked curiously.

"Master said we need to bring glutinous rice," Qiu Sheng said while starting the fire.

Yang Xuan smacked his forehead, helpless. "Senior Brother, you've been learning the Dao from Master for so long, don't you find anything wrong?"

"Does Master not like the food I cook? Should I add some edamame or cured meat to the glutinous rice?" Qiu Sheng asked, confused.

Three black lines appeared on Yang Xuan's face. "Master is probably going to deal with zombies today. He needs raw glutinous rice. What good is cooked rice?"

"Ah, is that so? Well, that's good, saves me the trouble of starting a fire," Qiu Sheng said.

Yang Xuan was speechless. If he had these two useless disciples, he would have died of anger long ago. Master's teaching skills were quite average.

After the plot correction, Yang Xuan became much more meticulous. He checked everything Qiu Sheng had prepared again and, still not at ease, put several more kilograms of glutinous rice into his storage space.

"Senior Brother, it's almost time. It's getting dark, let's go," Yang Xuan said.

Seeing his Master being tied up, Yang Xuan knew there was no real danger. After all, Uncle Nine had considerable prestige in Zhen Town. Whenever something happened, people would ask Uncle Nine to handle it. A-Wei was just trying to scare Uncle Nine.

After climbing over the wall, Qiu Sheng and Yang Xuan exchanged a look, a hint of amusement on their faces.

"You two brats look happy that your Master's head is stuck. Stop the nonsense and help me get my head out," Uncle Nine said awkwardly.

"Heh heh, Master, this Senior Brother is more capable. I'll go check on Master Ren's corpse," Yang Xuan said with a chuckle.

"Master, is it okay for Junior Brother to go?" Qiu Sheng asked, concerned. Although his martial arts were decent, Qiu Sheng was still a bit afraid of zombies.

"Don't worry about your Junior Brother. He'll be fine against zombies. You help me get my head out first," Uncle Nine said urgently.

Yang Xuan walked over to Master Ren's corpse. He saw Master Ren lying flat on the makeshift bed, eyes wide open.

Suddenly, the corpse sat up, paused for a moment, and then lunged directly at Yang Xuan.

Huh, so after being bitten by a zombie, it's just like Master said. They're just walking corpses, they can walk but not jump, and their infectivity is low. Let's test my strength and body.

Yang Xuan raised his leg and delivered a straight kick. Master Ren was sent flying backward, then got up as if unharmed and charged at Yang Xuan again.

After restraining Master Ren with both hands, Yang Xuan pressed the spot where he had kicked him. It had caved in. Although it wasn't particularly serious, the strength was considerable, equivalent to that of about two men.

Forget it, I won't mess with you anymore. Yang Xuan hung Master Ren on the frame used for Uncle Nine's executions. He enjoyed watching him try to bite him but fail. Heh heh, after all, he's a friend's dad. Otherwise, Yang Xuan would have beaten him to a pulp.