Seeing the mysterious Old Man again, even with Wang Ye's current strength, still sent chills down his spine.
The two silently stared at each other, one inside the cabin and one outside.
After a long while, Wang Ye finally smiled awkwardly, took out the Candle Lamp from his backpack, and carefully extended it through the window into the cabin.
But the Old Man acted as if he had not seen it, still staring deeply at Wang Ye without making any move.
"Not taking it?"
A thoughtful look flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. Gritting his teeth slightly, he gathered his courage and stepped two more paces forward.
The Old Man still did not move, but the cabin door suddenly opened.
"Do you want me to go inside?"
Wang Ye's expression darkened uncertainly. Even now, he could not determine the Old Man's identity, even if he was a Post Office customer!
The key was, no one had ever said that all Post Office customers were good people!
After all, beneath Grave No. 3 in the Suburban Cemetery's graveyard, there was still an unlucky bastard lying there.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye gradually calmed down. Controlling his heartbeat, he hugged the Candle Lamp to his chest and slowly approached the cabin door.
At some point, the Old Man had turned around and was still silently watching Wang Ye.
Flickering in the breeze, the Candle Lamp on the table beside the Old Man finally burned out completely.
The flame
went out.
As the last trace of candlelight vanished, the Suburban Cemetery was plunged completely into darkness.
An icy aura swept over them incessantly, while roars rang out again and again from within the graveyard!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
With every deafening crash, all the gravestones in the graveyard showed faint signs of cracking.
The soil