Several paper dolls slipped through the crack in the door one after another, their steps enough to trigger the Uncanny Valley effect.
The moment they truly set foot in the cemetery, a damp chill abruptly enveloped them. Thick darkness shrouded them, and the scene before their eyes seemed somehow different from what they had seen outside the gate.
The cemetery spread out before them like a festering scar on the earth.
Yu Xing's perception of food became even sharper.
As expected, it wasn't just Old Edgar in front of him that stirred his appetite. The entire cemetery was one entity, emanating an eerie aura.
It was as if...the gate marked a boundary, and everything inside had become a separate space with rules of its own—though that was only a feeling. It hadn't actually reached that point.
Once all three had entered, Old Edgar looked beyond the iron gate again. Perhaps he sensed there were no other guests outside, because the lantern in his hand swayed slightly, and the gate closed once more.
It returned to its locked state, the rusty padlock firmly in place, declaring one simple fact:
Anyone who entered the cemetery would find it hard to leave.
But none of the three paper dolls cared. Zeng Lai knew his battle-damaged self needed to be cautious around monsters, but with two powerhouses beside him, he couldn't imagine how he'd end up getting himself killed here.
Oh dear, maybe he shouldn't tempt fate like that.
Paper-doll Zeng Lai pulled a paper die from his pocket. It was his core offering, and even after turning into a paper doll, he still had a low-grade version of the die with him.
He secretly rolled it.
Four landed faceup.
That meant the odds on this cemetery trip were moderately good. No unexpected disaster