It was nearly summer, and the sunlight was fierce.
The traces left behind by the storm that had poured all night vanished without a trace under the morning sun.
Only the roof tiles occasionally blown down onto the streets by the gale, and the grass sheds along the roadside crushed flat by the rain, still faintly revealed the brutal scene from last night.
A silvery-white robin gently beat its wings and flew over the dense, dilapidated residential district, revealing the chaotic graveyard behind it, where countless stone tablets stood.
"Achoo!"
The halfling suddenly sneezed hard, rubbed his arms where goosebumps had risen, and spoke with a hint of complaint in his tone.
"Is this the place? Don't you people usually manage it at all?"
In his previous life, the reason people felt that graveyards were "gloomy and eerie" was largely because graveyards were often built in remote, open areas with little vegetation and no high-rises, allowing cold air to circulate without obstruction, along with psychological factors caused by the special environment.
But in this world, the sudden drop in temperature inside the graveyard really might be due to the negative energy suffusing the air.
In many large, densely populated cities, there were even related churches and specialized municipal organizations that regularly inspected and maintained nearby graveyards to prevent certain terrible situations from occurring.
Kalanfu'er was only a small town on the kingdom's borderlands, and the only church in town was dedicated to "Amaunator," so naturally it did not have such conditions.
At Alton's grumbling, a hint of embarrassment could not help but appear on the Sheriff's handsome, sharply defined face.
He did not know how to answer, so he could only pretend he had not heard and look around, searching for any suspicious traces nearby.
Xia Nan, however, did not