In Folk-Horror Dungeons, the Name of the Game Is Staying Alive

I'm Song Yu, a hard-working wage slave who never shirks a task. I never got the rich woman sent down from heaven, and I never got to live a carefree life. Instead, I got a life-threatening folk-custom dungeon. Other people enter these eerie dungeons relying on courage, combat prowess, or cheats. I make a point of keeping my head down and surviving at all costs. There are no overused games of spirit summoning here. Instead, it's all orthodox, obscure Chinese occult lore: sifting rice to summon spirits, opening the third eye through round-light divination, and questioning evil spirits through a chair. Every ritual is full of rules that can get you killed. Even worse, the dungeon rules come with bugs, contradicting one another at every turn. The other players all get carried away, reject the old methods, alter the rituals, and recklessly court death. I'm the only one who keeps folk occult taboos in mind and expertly exploits the cracks between the rules. I don't exorcise ghosts or fight them head-on. I dutifully follow every step of the traditional rituals. Using the occult know-how passed down by the older generation, I've turned deadly paranormal dungeons into a laid-back routine of precisely avoiding every pitfall. So, folks watching at home, do you think I can stay alive?