Xu Zimo was in no hurry to make a choice.
Instead, he looked at the old man before him.
In truth, this bustling market was an eerie domain, filled with many strange entities.
Yet these strange entities did not seem particularly intelligent.
They appeared to act entirely on instinct.
They obeyed the rules, like mindless products born beneath those rules.
But the old man before him was one of the few intelligent beings.
Thus, Xu Zimo wanted to speak with him a little longer.
He hoped to obtain more information from him.
So he asked, "There are a few things I'm rather curious about."
"Could you clear them up for me?"
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the old man smiled.
He had not seen anyone this interesting in a long time.
When ordinary people encountered strange entities like them,
they were either furious as thunder or terrified as mice.
Few could remain so composed, speaking to him with such calmness.
So he smiled and said,
"Go ahead. If I can answer, I naturally will."
"If I cannot answer, you cannot force me to."
Xu Zimo pondered for a moment.
Then he said, "Why must all of you abide by these so-called rules?"
"Where do these rules come from?"
If a world had a creator,
then the existence of rules was understandable.
Such rules would allow the entire world to flourish ever more vigorously.
For the rules moved according to the will of the creator.
But could a place like the Heaven Burial Ground possibly have a creator as well?
Xu Zimo did not understand.
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the old man shook his head slightly.
"We do not abide by the rules of this broken land—the Heaven Burial Ground, as you call it."
"We abide by the rules of the New