I open a supermarket with strange rules

A trail of wet footprints dragged in through the half-open door.

The fishy smell of the sea flowed in with the air. Zhao Xiyue wrinkled her nose. She was conscious but couldn't move as if she was sleep-paralyzed.

The damp dark shadow walked to the bedside and gazed deeply at the sleeping girl.

His eyes were critical and he looked around as if he was selecting merchandise.

Zhao Xiyue only felt the cold, damp mist tightly wrapped around her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Tick-tick, the cold water falls on my warm skin.

Zhao Xiyue woke up suddenly.

Inside the house, the orange-yellow flames dimmed at some point, leaving only a few centimeters around the oil lamp still illuminated.

In the darkness, the wooden door leaned weakly against the wall, and the foul smell of fish penetrated into my nose.

There's something next to the bed!

She got goosebumps.

Zhao Xiyue lay on the bed, not daring to move, her mind racing.

Why, she didn't break the rules, but weirdness still happened.

The system did not give any prompts, which means there is no life-threatening situation at the moment.

She caught a glimpse of the oil lamp on the bedside table.

There seemed to be an invisible force extinguishing the flame of the oil lamp.

Only the last spark of fire lingered in the darkness.

Zhao Xiyue rubbed her eyes, seemingly unaware of the dark shadow beside the bed.

He hurriedly exchanged lamp oil from the system and slowly poured the oil into the oil lamp.

The flames grew stronger.

When the sound of dragging footsteps beside the bed faded away, she suddenly let out a short scream.

The thing went out, there was no other sound outside, and Dali was not there.

Zhao Xiyue took a deep breath, got up from the bed, but stepped on the slippery mucus and almost fell.

She picked up the oil lamp and looked at a long string of green slimy footprints on the floor in the dark.

Judging from the size of the footprints, the strange person who had just stood beside her bed was at least two meters and five meters tall.

Green footprints extended from the bed to the door.

The bolt of the gate had been opened at some point and was creaking in the wind.

Rule 2: [When sleeping, please make sure the door is locked]

The bolt was placed against the wall behind the door. Would it be possible to put the bolt back in place when the door was opened strangely?

Nine times out of ten it was done with great effort.

Zhao Xiyue calmed down, locked the door from the inside first, and then walked around inside.

Dali's bedroom was empty and no one was there.

The backyard door was locked with a brass padlock.

Zhao Xiyue realized that this was a good opportunity. She searched around the room and took out a piece of wire from somewhere.

The iron wire was inserted into the keyhole, and after a while, the brass lock made a click.

The lock is unlocked.

She tiptoed into the backyard.

The backyard was very quiet at this time. A gust of wind blew from somewhere, blowing the flames all over the place.

Zhao Xiyue protected the flames while exploring the backyard.

Dali entered the backyard and disappeared, which means there should be a basement-like building here.

Sure enough, she found a locked cellar in the corner of the left side of the yard.

She kicked the lock, and there was a rustling sound from below.

Like something is crawling.

Zhao Xiyue was just about to pry the lock and go down to take a look when the door was knocked.

It is powerful.

He shouted impatiently, "Open the door, open the door for me, do you want to kill me?"

Zhao Xiyue hurried back to the main room, hung the brass lock back on, and went to open the door with a pale face.

The moment the bolt was taken down, Dali kicked the door open.

His face was flushed and his expression was ferocious. "You were not in the room just now."

His bloodshot eyes stared at the oil lamp in her hand, "There is no light in the room."

Click, his neck turned stiffly.

"Where have you been?" Dali's body seemed to swell up, veins popped out on his face, and he said viciously, "Speak!"

Zhao Xiyue’s mind was working rapidly.

Judging from the current fighting strength, I am no match for him in a head-on confrontation.

We still have to start with the rules.

The key point is that this phenomenon is not written in the rules.

She bit her lip and showed a frightened expression, "Just now, there was a monster next to my bed, and I scared him away with an oil lamp."

She pointed to the door and said, "I closed the door. I was too scared to go back to my room."

There are windows in the bedrooms on both sides, so the fire is more visible.

But the main room only had two wooden doors, and it was obviously not realistic to see the fire through the cracks in the doors from the outside.

Dali stared at Zhao Xiyue with a vicious look for a long while. Seeing that she was still scared, he walked to the backyard door lock to check.

After making sure the door lock was intact, he regained some sense of normalcy.

"That's not a monster. Don't be afraid. You'll see it again in the future." Dali's simple face gradually turned into a sharp smile. "You'll get used to it."

Zhao Xiyue looked at him blankly, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

Dali locked the door again and said, "Go back to sleep. I'll keep the door for you."

Zhao Xiyue nodded cautiously, "Thank you, Brother Dali. I'll go back to sleep first."

As she spoke, she picked up the oil lamp and walked back to the room on the left.

After closing the door, he exchanged two long sticks from the system.

One end was against the door, the other against the bedpost. If anyone dared to open the door, she would be the first to know.

After a good sleep, Zhao Xiyue opened her eyes on time at the beginning of the next day.

She got up, stretched, and felt much more refreshed.

The two wooden sticks were intact. Zhao Xiyue put the sticks into the space and pushed open the door.

In the main hall, Dali was busy in front of the statue. He held three incense sticks in his hands and bowed three times respectfully.

Then he inserted three unlit incense sticks directly into the incense burner.

Zhao Xiyue remembered the custom in some places that lighting incense was to worship the gods, and not lighting incense was to worship ghosts.

Her eyes darkened.

Dali turned around with a simple and peaceful expression on his face, "Sister Cuihua, you're awake."

He smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Come on, I'll take you to the canteen for dinner. Our canteen is a must-try."

It is mentioned in the rules that the village provides free meals to both villagers and tourists.

Zhao Xiyue shyly followed Dali out.

The weather didn't seem very good. It was cloudy early in the morning and the sky was dark and a bit depressing.

Dali, however, likes this weather very much. "It's finally cloudy. I was so sunburned the past few days."

He didn't mention anything about last night, as if he had switched into another personality.

On the way, the two met Lan Ling and a girl.

Dali seemed to know the girl. They greeted each other and walked side by side in front.

Lan Ling had two panda eyes and looked listless, as if he had not had a good rest.

As soon as he saw Zhao Xiyue, he ran over to complain with grievance.

"There was a monster attack last night, and I didn't sleep well the whole night."

Zhao Xiyue nodded shyly, "Me too."

Lan Ling’s eyes almost popped out. Is this really the Zhao Xiyue he knew?

He also realized that Zhao Xiyue was acting, so he cooperated and asked, "Did you find the rules yesterday?"

Zhao Xiyue nodded, quickly recited the rules, and asked, "What about you? Did you find anything yesterday?"

"I don't know if it counts." Lan Ling hesitated for a moment and whispered in his ear, "I found a cellar in the house, but I didn't find the key."

Zhao Xiyue thought of the cellar in Dali’s backyard.

It seems that there are quite a few families in this village that have cellars.

On the way, they met another group of people who came to eat.

The crowd separated consciously, and the villagers were greeting each other warmly.

Zhao Xiyue and other tourists lagged behind and looked at each other warily.

There were a few people among them that caught Zhao Xiyue's attention.

It looks so familiar. I was in the square yesterday and was planning to trick a group of four of us.

They seemed to see themselves.

But he glanced at it and gave himself a complicated look.

That look was as if he was looking at a dead person.