Grave No. 3

"Suburban Cemetery?"

"The envelope..."

Wang Ye frowned, gazing at the scene before him, lost in thought.

Wang Ye's immediate reaction was that this was another supernatural event.

But the current situation was clearly different from what he had experienced before.

Generally, supernatural events were widespread, involving a certain number of people and causing significant impact.

However, the strange door in his living room earlier, and now this mysterious envelope, made Wang Ye feel an unusual sense of unease.

What Wang Ye found most unbelievable was

Ghosts were incapable of communication.

This was an ironclad rule summarized by countless people in his past life.

But this letter, and the words written on it, clearly conveyed information from this peculiar post office to him.

This fell within the realm of communication.

Moreover, at the end of the writing, it even stated a reward.

Wang Ye stood silently at the counter, looking at the mysterious envelope, deep in thought.

After a long while, a glint appeared in Wang Ye's eyes, and he took the envelope into his hand.

Was there anything more unbelievable than his own rebirth?

Rather than being unable to awaken and walk the same path as his previous life, he might as well take a gamble! After all, he had already died once, could things get any worse?

As Wang Ye picked up the envelope, the strange door in the somewhat ethereal post office reappeared.

Wang Ye's brow twitched slightly, but he quickly calmed down and pushed open the wooden door.

The next second, he found himself back in his living room, and the wooden door once again vanished into the void.

As if he had expected this, Wang Ye's emotions remained unfazed. He looked at the old envelope in his hand and muttered to himself.

"Suburban Cemetery."

With that, Wang Ye went to his study, opened his computer, and began searching for information about the Suburban Cemetery.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ye recalled the information he had just found and fell into thought.

The Suburban Cemetery had existed even before Eternal Night.

After Eternal Night, Terror Resurgence occurred, and there was the hundred ghosts night walk. Yet, the Suburban Cemetery, with its extremely heavy Yin energy, had never experienced any supernatural events.

In the beginning, investigators had also listed the Suburban Cemetery as a dangerous area, but as time passed, the precautions were gradually lifted.

Currently, apart from an old watchman, there was no one else there.

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

Everything seemed to have no trace.

"I only have three days..."

Soon, Wang Ye faced reality. He was currently just an ordinary person without a squad, with almost zero authority.

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

To find out information about the post office, he had to deliver this letter first.

Late at night, Wang Ye expressionlessly strapped a dagger made entirely of gold to his calf and left his home under the cover of darkness.

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

This was also one of the few little tricks Wang Ye had prepared for himself after his rebirth, while gold could still be bought with money.

Late at night.

Suburban Cemetery.

At the entrance, a somewhat dilapidated wooden house, with a faint candlelight flickering within.

Through the window, an elderly man could be vaguely seen sitting inside the wooden house, resting with his eyes closed. Accompanied by occasional coughs, he brought a sense of peace to the heart in this dim cemetery.

To avoid trouble, Wang Ye's figure blended perfectly into the darkness. If one didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to spot a figure moving rapidly within the shadows.

The gatekeeper uncle seemed not to have noticed him, and Wang Ye quickly entered the cemetery.

"Grave No. 3."

Wang Ye chose not to turn on his flashlight, as its high brightness would easily attract attention.

He skillfully took a glow stick from his backpack and, using its faint green light, continuously observed the tombstones on both sides.

"Grave No. 38."

"Grave No. 37."

"Damn it, the order is reversed!"

Wang Ye couldn't help but curse. For some reason, the entire cemetery gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, making him subconsciously want to leave.

But if it followed that order, it meant Grave No. 3 was in the deepest part of the cemetery!

Looking at the dark cemetery, Wang Ye felt a faint unease in his heart.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Wang Ye's eyes, but it quickly turned to resolve, and he hurried towards the depths of the cemetery.

But what Wang Ye didn't notice was that the door of the wooden house at the entrance had opened at some point. The old man who had been inside was now standing expressionlessly at the doorway, holding a candle lamp and silently looking in the direction Wang Ye had disappeared.

"No. 8."

"No. 6."

Finally, Wang Ye gradually reached the depths of the cemetery, getting closer and closer to the so-called Grave No. 3.

However, Wang Ye's expression grew increasingly solemn.

This was because as he went deeper, the tombstones became more dilapidated, and some were even cracked by the wind. Including Grave No. 2, the entire tombstone had broken in the middle, leaving only a small part at the bottom intact.

Wait!

Grave No. 2!

Wang Ye stood still, his gaze becoming deep and solemn.

After Grave No. 4, came Grave No. 2.

The so-called Grave No. 3 had disappeared, or perhaps it had never existed.

A chilling aura spread throughout his body, making him feel increasingly uneasy. It was as if a hidden voice in his heart kept urging him to leave.

Even more, this urge grew stronger.

"Something's wrong!"

Wang Ye frowned slightly, stopping in his tracks after having subconsciously taken a step back.

Fear.

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this emotion.

Because if he wanted to survive, he couldn't be afraid.

The ones who died the fastest were always the trembling cowards.

But from the moment he entered the cemetery, he had been in a state of unease. By the time he reached Grave No. 4, this unease had completely turned into fear, compelling him to flee.

This cemetery had a problem!

Wang Ye suddenly came to his senses, instinctively drawing the dagger tied to his leg and scanning his surroundings.

Soon, he noticed some strange things.

Grave No. 1, not far away, had now completely become a ruin. The tombstone had turned into a pile of gravel, scattered on the ground.

Grave No. 2, the entire tombstone was broken in the middle, as if it had been cut by a knife.

The missing Grave No. 3.

And the somewhat damaged Grave No. 4.

It seemed that the deeper the grave in the cemetery, the more severe the damage.

Wang Ye closed his eyes, recalling the scene when he first entered the cemetery. It seemed the tombstones at the front were like new.

New!!!

Wang Ye's eyes snapped open, a hint of surprise in them!

And in his heart, a bad feeling was beginning to form.

If his guess was correct, then this cemetery was truly terrifying.

The Great Terror!!!

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

And Wang Ye's gaze was fixed on the ruins of Grave No. 1.