Grave No. 3

"Suburban Cemetery?"

"An envelope..."

Wang Ye looked at the scene before him, his brow furrowed slightly as he fell into deep contemplation.

Currently, Wang Ye's first reaction was that this was yet another supernatural incident.

However, the current situation was clearly different from the ones he had experienced before.

Ordinary supernatural incidents were usually large-scale, involved a certain number of people, and caused widespread impact.

Yet the bizarre door in his living room earlier, along with this mysterious envelope, made Wang Ye feel exceptionally strange.

And what Wang Ye found most inconceivable was this:

Ghosts were uncommunicative.

This was an iron-clad rule summarized by countless people in his past life.

However, this letter, and the words left upon it, were clearly information conveyed to him by this eerie post office.

This fell into the realm of communicability.

Moreover, at the very end of the handwriting, a reward was even explicitly stated.

Wang Ye stood quietly at the front desk, looking at this mysterious envelope, and fell deep into thought.

After a long while, a flash of light crossed Wang Ye's eyes, and he took the envelope into his hand.

Was there anything more unimaginable than his own rebirth?

Rather than failing to awaken and walking the old path of his past life, he might as well take a gamble! After all, he was someone who had already died once; could things possibly get any worse?

As Wang Ye picked up the envelope, that eerie door resurfaced within the somewhat illusory post office.

Wang Ye's brow twitched slightly; he quickly calmed down and pushed open that wooden door.

The next second, he reappeared inside his own living room, while that wooden door once again vanished into the void.

As if he had guessed that this would happen all along, Wang Ye's emotions did not fluctuate. Instead, he looked at the old envelope in his hand and muttered to himself.

"Suburban Cemetery."

With that, Wang Ye went to his study, turned on the computer, entered the information for the Suburban Cemetery, and began to search.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ye recalled the data he had just queried and fell into deep thought.

The Suburban Cemetery had existed even before the Eternal Night.

After the Eternal Night, the Terror Resurgence arrived, and ghosts wandered the night in flocks. Yet the Suburban Cemetery, which possessed extremely heavy yin energy, had never experienced a single supernatural incident.

At the very beginning, investigators had even classified the Suburban Cemetery as a dangerous area, but as time passed, they gradually lifted their guard.

Currently, apart from an old night watchman, there was nobody else there.

The seemingly peaceful cemetery, the mysterious letter, the owner of Grave No. 3...

All of this seemed to be completely untraceable.

"I only have three days."

Soon, Wang Ye came to terms with reality. Right now, he was merely an ordinary person without a squad, and his clearance authority was practically zero.

Even if he were given more time, he wouldn't be able to investigate much of anything.

If he wanted to check information about the post office, he had to deliver this letter first.

Late at night, Wang Ye expressionlessly strapped a dagger crafted entirely from gold to his lower leg, and taking advantage of the cover of night, he left his home.

Gold was the only material that ghosts could not affect. Although ghosts could not be killed, if used at the right moment, this dagger might play a certain role at a critical juncture.

And this was one of the few precautions Wang Ye had made for himself after his rebirth, taking advantage of the time when gold could still be bought with money.

Deep in the night.

The Suburban Cemetery.

At the entrance, a somewhat dilapidated wooden shack faintly glowed with candlelight.

Through the window, an elderly man could vaguely be seen sitting inside the wooden shack, resting with his eyes closed. Accompanied by the occasional sound of coughing, he brought a trace of quietness to people's hearts in this gloomy cemetery.

To avoid trouble, Wang Ye's figure perfectly melted into the darkness. Without a careful look, it was hard to spot a human figure rapidly moving forward amidst the shadows.

The gatekeeper old man did not seem to notice his figure, and Wang Ye quickly entered the cemetery grounds.

"Grave No. 3."

Wang Ye chose not to turn on a flashlight because its high brightness made it easy for others to spot him.

He skillfully pulled a glow stick out of his backpack, and aided by the faint green light, he continuously observed the tombstones on both sides.

"Grave No. 38."

"Grave No. 37."

"Dammit, the sequence is reversed!"

Wang Ye couldn't help cursing inwardly. For some reason, the entire cemetery gave him a deeply uncomfortable feeling, making him subconsciously want to leave this place.

Yet if this sequence was followed, it meant that Grave No. 3 was located at the very depths of the cemetery!

Looking at the pitch-black cemetery, a trace of uneasiness faintly stirred at the bottom of Wang Ye's heart.

A flash of hesitation crossed the depths of Wang Ye's eyes, but it quickly turned into resoluteness as he hurried toward the depths of the cemetery.

What Wang Ye didn't notice, however, was that the door to the wooden shack at the entrance opened at some unknown point. The old man who had previously been inside stood expressionlessly at the entrance, holding a candle lamp in his hand, and silently watched the direction where Wang Ye had disappeared.

"Grave No. 8."

"Grave No. 6."

Finally, Wang Ye gradually felt his way into the depths of the cemetery, growing closer and closer to the so-called Grave No. 3.

Yet Wang Ye's expression grew increasingly grave.

This was because as he went deeper, the tombstones grew progressively more dilapidated. Some tombstones were even split by the wind; including Grave No. 2, the entire tombstone had snapped right from the middle, leaving only a tiny patch at the base intact.

Wait!

Grave No. 2!

Wang Ye stood frozen in place, his gaze turning somewhat profound and heavy.

After Grave No. 4 came Grave No. 2.

The so-called Grave No. 3—had it vanished, or had it never existed at all?

A chilling aura spread through his entire body, intensifying the unease in his heart. It felt as though a latent voice deep within his soul was incessantly reminding him to leave this place.

In fact, this urge was growing more violent by the moment.

"No!"

Wang Ye frowned slightly. Having already subconsciously taken a step back, he halted in his tracks.

Dread.

This kind of psychology had not appeared among his emotions for who knew how long.

Because if one wanted to survive, one could not feel dread.

The ones who died the fastest were always those shivering good-for-nothings.

Yet ever since he entered the cemetery, his entire person had remained in a state of unease. When he reached Grave No. 4, this unease had completely transformed into terror, compelling him to flee.

There was something wrong with this cemetery!

Wang Ye snapped out of it with a sudden jolt, subconsciously drawing the dagger bound to his leg as he gazed all around him.

Soon, he discovered some bizarre details.

Grave No. 1 not far away had by now completely become a ruin; the tombstone had turned into a pile of stone fragments scattered across the ground.

Grave No. 2 had its entire tombstone snapped in the middle, as if someone had slashed it with a blade.

The vanished Grave No. 3.

And the somewhat shattered Grave No. 4.

It seemed that throughout the entire cemetery, the deeper the graves were, the more severely damaged they were.

Wang Ye closed his eyes and recalled the scene when he had first entered the cemetery. The tombstones right at the very front had seemingly looked as if they were newly built.

Newly built!!!

Wang Ye snapped his eyes wide open, carrying a trace of shock and doubt!

Deep within his heart, a bad thought faintly took root.

If things truly were as he surmised, then this cemetery was nothing short of terrifying.

Great Terror!!!

A drop of sweat slowly trickled down from Wang Ye's forehead without him even realizing it.

Meanwhile, Wang Ye's gaze remained locked dead on that patch of ruins that was Grave No. 1.