I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"As soon as I thought about it, isn't the no-man's land exactly what we need?"

"Since we're going to a no-man's land, we should definitely go to the most notorious one. Even though many people know about it, the most dangerous places can be the safest. Even if they know, so what? Are they really going to send people to look for us there?"

"The article says this place is so inhospitable, even gods cannot dwell there!"

"What do you think, Miao? Does this place suit our needs?"

Chen Miao read through the article with a calm expression, and after a long pause, he nodded, "If it's like the article describes, then it does seem like a good fit."

"Let's depart immediately."

"This quickly?"

"Yes."

...

He was not worried about the temperature being unsuitable for habitation, for "Heavenly Palace" was an artifact of pure domain creation. It wasn't just about giving you a piece of land; it also allowed you to live anywhere you wished.

For example... underwater, or on other planets.

Yes.

Even underwater, the Heavenly Palace could provide him with an oxygen shield, so that those within its territory wouldn't asphyxiate due to the water, and as for the Land of Extreme Cold, the Heavenly Palace would also provide a shield that maintained constant temperature inside.

However, there was one more thing he needed to do before leaving.

"Old man."

Chen Miao walked up to the security room's door, leaned over the window and looked at the grandfather inside. After rapping on the glass, he tossed a packet of opened cigarettes inside: "We're leaving and might never come back to this cemetery. Do you want to come with us?"

"You guys?"

The old man looked up at Chen Miao, then his eyelids drooped again, "Do you have a cemetery there?"

"No."

"Then I'm not going."

After reflecting for a moment, Chen Miao spoke again, "We can build one for you. How about that?"

"Oh?"

The grandfather seemed interested, and with a smile that was not quite a smile, he looked Chen Miao up and down seriously before speaking again, "We don't have much interaction, do we? Why do you care so much about this old geezer?"

"Let me make it clear upfront, if you're hoping that when we encounter a formidable enemy, you can use me as some hidden master to stand up and defend against the enemy, that's unrealistic."

"Even if I go with you, apart from guarding tombs, I will do nothing else."

"That's fine."

Chen Miao smiled, "Just guarding tombs, you won't have to do anything else."

"Heh heh."

The old man chuckled, got up from his bed, and began stuffing his yellowed bedding, sheets, and the television set with its constantly flickering black-and-white screen into a backpack, then shakily stood up, "Well then, let's go. At this age, to receive an invitation from the young with such an attitude, it'd be too disappointing not to accept."

"After all, it doesn't matter where I guard tombs, and every tomb needs guarding."

"I'll be in your care from now on."

"I am already old. The world ultimately belongs to you young people."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Hungry Monkey, who stood nearby, couldn't help but purse his lips in dissatisfaction. He always thought the old man was a bit hypocritical, although the old man had helped him quite a bit at the beginning, turning a blind eye to allow him a foothold in the cemetery.

But he still felt that the old man was somewhat unreal.

Always talking about guarding the tomb, guarding the tomb.

When he was digging other people's graves in the cemetery, he never saw the old man step forward.

What kind of tomb are you guarding? Whose tomb are you guarding? You can't be guarding your own tomb, can you? He always found the old man rather strange, always saying he was a Tomb Guardian, but whenever the cemetery might be damaged, the old man was always the first to slip away.

Like that time when the Grave Digger boss was about to invade Eternal Cemetery, the old man just scooted off without even lifting his head—no hesitation, just decisiveness.

Shouldn't a true Tomb Guardian coexist with the tomb?

Prefer to die rather than let the tomb perish.

...

"Old man."

Chen Miao looked at the grandpa stuffing what seemed like a nearly broken TV into his backpack as if it were a treasured gem and couldn't help but say, "Let me buy you a holographic projector, it looks way cooler."

This thing seemed extremely out of place in this era.

Nowadays, many people watch TV using holographic projections, which not only have strong immersion but also excellent picture quality and can be projected anywhere. They're much better than these old-fashioned boxy black-and-white TVs, right?

"No, no."

The grandpa chuckled and shook his head, "This thing has been with me for a long time, I can't part with it now. It never thought about changing its owner, how could I possibly change it? Do you know why there were so many blindly loyal and filial people in ancient times, but not seen in modern days?"

"Um..."

Chen Miao's brow furrowed slightly, he hesitated, not speaking immediately. He didn't quite understand what the grandpa was trying to convey by shifting the topic here—it didn't seem like small talk but rather seemed like he was trying to communicate something more subtle.

"Actually, it's quite simple."

The grandpa, while leisurely packing his belongings, began to chat in a dialect with an accent, as if he were an old man talking about household matters: "You see, in ancient times, there wasn't much communication of information, a person didn't have many opportunities in their life."

"Take, for example, a scholar in ancient times, who failed the imperial exams three times in a row, wasn't selected for military service, had no talent for business, then at this point isn't that person finished? But if he accepts his failure, stays by his mother's side all his life, he could at least earn the reputation of a Filial Son."

"Is this scholar truly filial?"

"Not necessarily."

"But becoming a Filial Son was the only way he could achieve societal status and neighborhood fame in that society."

"Apart from a Filial Son, he couldn't become anyone else."

"Why do they say that Poor Family's Filial Sons are common? It's for this reason—because those people had no choice. If they didn't become Filial Sons, they would just become ruffians loitering on the streets, criticized by everyone behind their backs."

"But by becoming Filial Sons, although they still achieved nothing, they could still get a decent reputation in the neighborhood."

"If you gave these Filial Sons a chance to achieve fame and fortune, with the cost of leaving their hometowns and no longer caring for their aging mothers, eighty percent of them wouldn't think twice about it."

"This is the first type, the Poor Family's Filial Son."

"Then there's the second type, what's the second type? The one who guards a dead general's grave for decades, not even glancing home at his wife—the Tomb Guardian."

"There's a story like this."

"In a certain battle, a general led his army to defeat and died on the battlefield, while his loyal follower took his body and fled back. For the rest of his life, he guarded the general's tomb and was called blindly loyal."

"Was he truly loyal?"

"No."