Old Domain Rules

"Rules of the Old Domain": When the first drop of gray rain smashed through the window of the old Yong'an building, Huang Xu knew that the materialism he had believed in for twenty years was shattering into powder. A half-blooded black wooden sign was the only "legacy" he picked up from the scene where all members of the exploration team disappeared. The golden carvings on the back are like a reminder: [Don't open the door] [Don't touch metal after midnight] [Don't answer the call for help]. The vines squirmed through the cracks in the door, and the sesame eyes on the tentacles stared at his heartbeat; the reflection in the mirror tilted its head and smiled at him, with the corners of its mouth cracked to the roots of the ears; familiar teammates turned into walking cocoons, and their throats were covered with blue-black roots - they were all saying the same thing: "Give me the wooden sign..." As the last living person, Huang Xu must understand within seven days: are these rules a way to survive, or are "it" carefully woven baits? When he clutched the wooden sign and rushed out of the old building, he found that the entire city had been shrouded in gray rain. Bulletin boards in communities, billboards in subways, electronic screens in office buildings... There are new rules everywhere, and there are more than one person like him who is carrying a "trick". "Are the rules meant to be followed? No, they are meant to be used." Huang Xu touched the hot wooden sign on his chest, looked at the green mist swallowing the block in the distance, and suddenly smiled. After all, it's never fear that kills "ghosts."