Rules-based horror descends, and every street is full of rules that can kill you.
Others: Tremble with fear and check the rules one by one.
Chen Rang: If you can yield, yield. If you can't? Just take a look above the ghost's head.
[Taboo: Being complimented on looking young] “Sir! You look no older than thirty!” The old man in the coffin blushes on the spot and closes the lid himself.
From that day on, Chen Rang can see every ghost's sore spots: afraid of being asked for their employee number, afraid of getting a bad review, afraid of being asked for a receipt, afraid of the three classic questions from relatives at New Year...
Ghost: Don't come any closer!
Rules Bureau: Is this guy the Chosen One, or the ghosts' natural enemy?
Chen Rang: Don't ask. I'm just a wage slave paying off my mortgage. And while I'm at it, I'll find my little sister, whom the entire world has forgotten.
