They had accomplished their goal and enjoyed themselves enough. When one in the morning arrived, everyone left the cemetery.
The phenomenon faded away without a sound. Almost the instant they closed the gravedigger's cottage door, the scene inside returned to its peaceful daytime state, revealing no trace of what had happened.
Night wrapped Yorikof Town tightly in its thick, inky darkness.
The chill from deep within the cemetery still seemed to cling to their clothes and hair. But as the four stepped back onto the town's relatively orderly streets, the faint signs of human life—even in the dead of night—slightly dispelled that deathly silence.
Carlos was still examining the pulsing heart in his palm, sensing the lingering energy within it. The raven's heart was remarkably fresh, showing no signs of weakening, and had already become a mature ritual material. Yet even as Carlos held it in his palm, none of the blood on it rubbed off onto his glove.
"..." Zeng Lai watched for a while, then suddenly felt dizzy.
A smell of earth, rotting flesh, and faint ghostly energy surged up from the depths of his soul, making him frown.
Rubbing his still-weak chest, he muttered, "I'm such a wreck. Just getting close to this thing is enough to make me feel like it's affecting me."
His soul.
His soul had been badly damaged and had yet to recover completely, leaving him more prone than ordinary Deduction players to negative conditions and subsequent weakness.
Even the sight of Yu Xing devouring that [Carrion Raven—Undead Gravedigger] just now had nearly worsened Zeng Lai's soul damage. The scene had been silent, but it had still felt that way to him... If Carlos and Yu Xing had been having a great time in the cemetery, Zeng Lai had been like someone with