Weird Story About Rules: My Brother Is the Rule

I can understand ghosts talking. The price is longevity. The first message was just three words - "I'm sorry". After hearing this, my son cried. I have black lines on my wrists. The seventy-third message came from a ghost from the Qing Dynasty who had been waiting for thirty years. It said: "Thank you." The black lines on my wrists climbed to my shoulders. Then I met a pair of brothers. The elder brother had a cold face and memorized a broken notebook, which contained three hundred and seventy-two old sayings and the names of forty-nine dead people. The younger brother was so stupid that he was tied to a chair and fed by his older brother. Later we entered Fengmen Village. Sitting on the Taishi chair was the Ghost King. The younger brother said to his elder brother: "You have protected me for twenty-four years, it is my turn to protect you." My brother was frozen in place, unable to move. I heard the Ghost King say: "You brothers are very interesting." The interesting thing is never the ghosts, but the people.