The Vanished Grave No. 1

Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes filled with gravity.

At the ruins of Grave No. 1 was a shallow pit, as though something had crawled out of it.

And—

Around the pit were what seemed to be scratch marks!

Could something have escaped from Grave No. 1?

If that were true, Wang Ye should have been able to find it when he searched through the information earlier. After all, the website he had accessed was beyond the reach of most ordinary people!

Much of the information there was credible and reliable!

It was also the highest-level information circle Wang Ye could currently access.

Or perhaps the thing that had emerged from here was too highly classified, and that website was not qualified to release the news!

If that was the case, the situation had become complicated!

Sure enough, how could that mysterious Post Office possibly give him such a simple task?

The situation was still within Wang Ye's acceptable limits for now, but he still needed to find Grave No. 3 as soon as possible.

Whatever secrets the Suburban Cemetery hid were no longer something he was qualified to investigate. Wang Ye only wanted to complete the task assigned by the Post Office and leave this place as quickly as possible.

But.

Something changed.

A faint noise suddenly came from Grave No. 2, jarringly distinct in the silent cemetery.

Wang Ye's gaze snapped toward it, and he discovered that the tombstone was trembling slightly.

Then, the terrifying crack in the tombstone seemed to deepen considerably. The tombstone looked as though it could break apart at any moment.

"Is the thing in Grave No. 2 about to come out too?!"

Wang Ye's expression turned grave. Without him noticing, the situation had become critical. If he still could not find Grave No. 3, he could only retreat first and think of another solution later.

Fortunately, the mysterious Post Office had given him a full three days.

But.

Something was wrong.

Wang Ye frowned slightly. Based on the current situation, the mysterious Post Office seemed to have chosen him specifically. In other words, it would most likely evaluate him.

If that was the case, the Post Office would not assign him an impossible task.

After all, he was only an ordinary person right now.

If it gave ordinary people tasks where ghosts could appear, that would be utterly outrageous—unless the Post Office's goal from the beginning had been to send him to his death.

Wang Ye instantly calmed down. Ignoring Grave No. 2's increasingly shattered tombstone, he turned around and carefully examined his surroundings.

"Number 4."

"Number 2."

"Number 1."

"That's not right!!"

A guess suddenly flashed through Wang Ye's mind. It seemed he had fallen into a mistaken assumption!

Why had he assumed that those broken ruins were Grave No. 1?

The tombstone had clearly been shattered. He had not even checked the writing on the fragments before instinctively treating it as Grave No. 1.

Wang Ye abruptly came to his senses. He hurried two steps forward, raised the glow stick in his hand, and sifted through the tombstone debris.

The tombstone beside him began trembling more and more frequently. The cracks steadily widened and soon spread across the entire tombstone, as though it would shatter the next second and some terrifying thing would burst out of the ground.

"Just as I thought!"

Wang Ye's eyes lit up, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

A bright red number was carved into one broken fragment.

"2."

"Sure enough, this is Grave No. 2! If that's the case, then this one beside it—"

Wang Ye quickly walked over to the former "Grave No. 2" and examined it closely.

As the tombstone shook, broken chunks fell to the ground one after another. Strangely, streams of blood seeped from its cracks, gradually covering the entire tombstone.

Even the writing on the tombstone became somewhat difficult to make out.

"Is it afraid I'll recognize it, or..."

Wang Ye frowned slightly, took off his coat, and wiped away the bloodstains on the tombstone.

If an outsider saw this scene, their jaw would surely drop.

An eerie cemetery, a blood-spewing tombstone, and a calm Young Man frowning as he wiped blood from it.

In this sinister place, there was somehow a rare hint of harmony.

At some point, a blurry figure appeared behind Wang Ye, standing motionless.

In the darkness, the figure's eyes seemed to silently watch Wang Ye for a long time.

The figure slowly raised a somewhat shriveled, pale hand.

"I knew it!"

Wang Ye could not help cursing under his breath. Upon closer inspection, the tombstone had clearly been marked Grave No. 3.

Only, the slanted crack had obscured half the number, making it look like a 2!

After confirming his guess, Wang Ye looked at the continuously crumbling tombstone and the increasingly frigid surroundings. Without hesitation, he took out the envelope, lit his lighter, stood before the tombstone, and set the envelope ablaze!

A wisp of red smoke rose continuously as the envelope burned. It drifted through the air toward the tombstone, enveloping the entire tombstone in smoke.

Very quickly, the violent movement within the tombstone gradually faded, eventually falling completely silent.

The red smoke also slowly dispersed.

Vaguely, the cracks in the tombstone seemed to have calmed considerably, as though they were gradually healing.

Behind Wang Ye, those pale hands slowly withdrew as well, hiding once more in the darkness and vanishing from sight.

"Sure enough, this is a task that even an ordinary person can complete."

"As long as you're careful enough and calm enough, you can do it."

Wang Ye looked at the scene before him and murmured to himself. Sure enough, everything had unfolded just as he had guessed.

"But."

"Where is Grave No. 1?"

Confusion filled Wang Ye's eyes. He was certain there were no more tombstones here.

However, this place was full of strangeness. Wang Ye suppressed the curiosity in his heart, put away the glow stick, concealed himself in the shadows again, and headed toward the cemetery exit.

Standing at the cemetery gate, Wang Ye glanced into the wooden hut at the Old Man still reclining in his rocking chair with his eyes closed, and sighed slightly.

The cemetery was so dangerous, yet the Old Man had remained safe all this time. That was a kind of good fortune.

Good fortune??

That wasn't right!!!

Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted. The thing from Grave No. 2 had already escaped before—how could this Old Man possibly remain unharmed!

Even tonight, the thing in Grave No. 2 had nearly emerged. With such a huge disturbance, why had the Old Man heard nothing!

At that moment—

Inside the wooden hut, the Old Man, whose eyes had remained closed, suddenly opened them and looked in Wang Ye's direction. A faint smile appeared on his dry, wrinkled face.

The smile was sinister and terrifying.

Cold sweat instantly ran down Wang Ye's forehead.

He swore that even in his previous life, the most powerful Superhumans staring at him had never given him such immense pressure.

What exactly was this damn Old Man?!

Wang Ye turned and left without hesitation, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

The Old Man in the wooden hut laboriously shifted his gaze, then slowly closed his eyes again.

In the darkness.

On the wooden hut's door was what seemed to be a number carved by a child.

'1'