A Female Ghost Knocked on the Door in the Middle of the Night, and I Fed Her Cinnabar with My Backhand

Late at night, a soaked female ghost in period costume knocked on my store door. Others screamed and ran for their lives, but I fed her a handful of cinnabar with my backhand. Because I can see the death rule on her body: [Need Cai]. Later I realized that the world was sick. Ancient legends, folk tales, and shadows of history are creeping into reality from "stories." Every treacherous realm has a set of fatal rules, and if you violate them, you will die.