Dick Territory.
Inside the cemetery.
A simple funeral was underway.
There were not many mourners, and the expressions they wore as they looked at the tombstone could hardly be called deeply sorrowful.
Old gravedigger Quasimodo was finally dead. Compared with his father and siblings, being able to die of old age in bed truly counted as good fortune.
He had no friends in town, and the funeral was handled entirely by his "distant relative," Aaron.
And once Quasimodo died, Aaron naturally became the new gravedigger.
Though the position of gravedigger was unlucky, it still had a little grease to skim off the top. In truth, quite a few freefolk in town had coveted the post.
However, when it came to scheming, none of them could outplay Aaron, an old fox grown wise with age. They all withdrew in defeat.
Aaron had merely spent a little money to buy off the mayor, securing his position as the new gravedigger.
Late at night.
Inside the gravedigger's cottage.
The house here was no longer the original one; it had been rebuilt and renovated.
It even had a hidden room, which Aaron now used as his herb room.
Glug glug!
In the crucible above the alcohol lamp, blood-red potion continuously bubbled.
Aaron's expression was solemn as he occasionally added several more herbs.
At last, he even took out a small white flower whose petals bore black patterns resembling human faces.
"Wraith Flower..."
Aaron murmured, tearing off a petal and dropping it into the crucible.
Sizzle!
The petal was instantly corroded and merged into the potion.
As the flames scorched it, the bubbles vanished strangely, while the potion's surface became uneven and a human face emerged...
The face wept as pitch-black worms crawled out of the crucible one after another.
"Failed again..."
Aaron sighed