Mo Lin's heart unknowingly started to race.

This is just too bizarre.

He only said one sentence, and his left eye was gone.

Initially, Mo Lin was ready to take action, but he became cautious all of a sudden.

Without understanding the situation, taking action might lead to even stranger things happening.

The words of the red-clothed child previously floated in Mo Lin's mind at this moment.

"Father is blind, mother is deaf, grandfather is mentally ill, grandmother is a Buddhist.

Mo Lin is the son of this family."

Mo Lin merely said he wasn't the son of this father and lost his left eye.

This is the punishment.

Rules? Bizarre chronicles?

Even if Mo Lin were still clueless, he realized he had fallen into a trap.

No idea what kind of person managed to create such an eerie place.

Mo Lin attempted to use the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill, only to discover he couldn't use it.

His Daoist Skill was also unusable.

All of his abilities were banned.

The middle-aged man asked Mo Lin again, "Son, what did you just say?"

"Nothing," Mo Lin quickly replied, bowing his head.

"Am I your father?" The middle-aged man questioned Mo Lin again.

Mo Lin felt as if he was being trapped into saying something.

"Yes, you are my father," Mo Lin nodded.

After saying this, Mo Lin quickly checked his body.

He realized there was nothing wrong with his body.

"Where are the vegetables you bought?" The middle-aged man questioned Mo Lin.

He didn't buy any damn vegetables.

Is there a market here?

Mo Lin didn't know how to respond, so he chose to remain silent, bowing his head without speaking.

"I'm asking you, where are the vegetables you bought?" The middle-aged man questioned Mo Lin again.

Mo Lin turned around and left without saying a word.

The middle-aged man was infuriated, "If you don't buy vegetables, what are we supposed to eat? You wasteful brat."

Mo Lin entered the house.

Only then did he see a granny with white hair kneeling on the ground, seemingly praying.

Right in front of her was a black statue.

A black Subduing Tiger Arhat statue.

It was Mo Lin's first time seeing a black Buddha Statue.

It looked a bit eerie.

The white-haired granny bowed her head in prayer, then said.

"Grandson, come and worship."

Mo Lin was taken aback.

He didn't know what to do for a moment.

Should he worship or not?

If he worships, will there be danger?

If he doesn't worship, will there be danger?

This is too difficult...

"Grandson?" The white-haired granny called Mo Lin again.

"Grandson? Grandson? Can't hear me?"

Mo Lin turned around and left, heading to the courtyard.

In the courtyard was just a dining table, nothing else.

Mo Lin was pondering on how to break free of the situation.

There's a lock, so there must be a key.

Since he was trapped inside, there must be a way to break free.

The white-haired granny suddenly got up and walked towards Mo Lin.

She was very short, a head shorter than Mo Lin.

The white-haired granny tightly gripped Mo Lin's hand.

"Can't you hear me when I speak? Why don't you worship Buddha?"

"If you do not worship Buddha, you won't survive the night."

Mo Lin's arm felt painful from being pinched.

The white-haired granny forcibly dragged Mo Lin in front of the black statue.

Then signaled Mo Lin to kneel in worship.

Mo Lin left again, and this time he still didn't kneel.

The white-haired granny shouted at Mo Lin.

"Are you insane? Do you want to die? Why don't you kneel?"

"Not worshipping Buddha can lead to death."

Seeing Mo Lin indifferent, the white-haired granny stopped paying attention to Mo Lin.

"Ah...let him die, you won't live long anyway."

The middle-aged man from outside the door walked into the room at this time and knelt before the black Buddha statue.

His attitude was sincere.

Mo Lin had been here for over an hour.

He truly felt exhausted.

His brain cells were almost all dead.

To worship or not to worship?

Without any hints, Mo Lin had no idea what to do next.

At that moment, a woman walked in from outside, wearing a floral dress, glancing at Mo Lin.

She did not speak; the first thing she did upon entering the room was to kneel before the Buddha statue.

"Buddha bless...Buddha bless..." she quietly prayed as she knelt.

After thinking about it, Mo Lin decided not to worship.

At the moment he saw the woman, Mo Lin guessed her identity.

She was the family's mother, a deaf person.

"Husband, are your eyes healed?" The woman shouted excitedly upon seeing the middle-aged man's left eye restored.

The middle-aged man nodded.

Although the woman couldn't hear, she understood the meaning of this gesture.

The woman turned to Mo Lin and showed a strange smile.

"You didn't buy vegetables? Then we'll just eat a little casually today, I'll cook."

Then the woman went to the kitchen to busy herself with cooking.

No one knows what meal she cooked, but Mo Lin could hear the distinct sound of chopping bones from the kitchen.

About an hour later, the meal was ready.

The woman handed Mo Lin a metal basin.

"This is your grandfather's meal; take it to him."

Mo Lin glanced at the metal basin.

This metal basin, similar in size to a washbasin, was filled with raw bones.

Upon closer inspection, they seemed a bit like human bones.

The woman pointed to the east, indicating for Mo Lin to go there.

Mo Lin accepted the metal basin and walked toward the eastern room.

Mo Lin was about a meter away from the room.

A head poked out from the window.

An old man with a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

"Coming to bring me food?"

"Grandson, you didn't worship Buddha today; you won't survive through tonight."

The old man said mysteriously to Mo Lin.

This was the second time Mo Lin heard such words.

The door of this room was locked, so Mo Lin could only deliver food through the window.

Mo Lin put the basin through the window.

The white-haired old man immediately began gnawing on the white bones.

Crunch crunch, the sound was crisp.

His teeth seemed like iron, effortlessly cracking the bones.

Now, Mo Lin knew everyone in this household.

He had been thinking all along about how to break free.

He had no clue.

He lost a left eye upon entering.

The ghost—is it to worship or not?

If he doesn't worship, he might truly not survive tonight.

But it's also possible that the old man and the granny are lying.

Deliberately luring Mo Lin to worship Buddha.

Mo Lin didn't dare to take risks lightly.

After all, he just lost an eye over a sentence.

Moreover, Mo Lin noticed one thing: the people here seem to follow certain rules.

They only guide Mo Lin to make some mistakes but won't directly harm him.

"Son, come eat," the woman called to Mo Lin.

Turning around, Mo Lin saw the table already full of food.

Seeing the items on the table made Mo Lin sick.

Blood, meat! Legs!

These... weren't animal meat.

Mo Lin instantly recognized what kind of meat these were.

They hadn't been cooked, merely subjected to some simple cutting and handling.

The woman placed a basin of flesh in front of Mo Lin, "Son, eat."

After the words fell, the woman stared at Mo Lin.

"I'm not hungry," Mo Lin didn't refuse, just stated he wasn't hungry.

The woman snapped, "So picky."

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