This was not my first time here. I already knew the place like the back of my hand.
Carrying the bag containing the demon hide, I headed straight for the main entrance.
In the dim surroundings, the only sound was the chirping of insects. In the distance stood rows upon rows of white gravestones, stretching layer by layer all the way to the mountaintop.
In such darkness, if your nerves were a little weak, you sometimes could not even tell whether it was insects chirping or ghosts growling...
After walking a few steps, I saw the security booth at Pine-Crane Mountain Cemetery.
I walked over and saw the security guard uncle inside, holding his phone, crossing one leg over the other, sipping tea, and scrolling through videos of pretty women.
Knock knock. I lightly tapped the glass window twice. The security guard uncle skillfully turned off his phone and looked up at me outside the window.
I smiled and greeted him.
The last time I had come was before the New Year. Not much time had passed, and there were not many people like me who slipped "passes" in at night, so he clearly recognized me.
His brows relaxed as he opened the window.
"Yo! Aren't you the little brother who came before?
It's so late. Here to pay respects to your relatives again?"
"Yes, Uncle. Please make an exception."
I handed over the red "pass" I had prepared in advance.
The security guard uncle's eyes widened slightly, and he immediately broke into a grin.
"Ah, such filial devotion, little brother.
There may be rules, but I'm a man who values personal connections most.
Come, come, I'll swipe your card!"
As he spoke, the security guard uncle casually tucked away the "pass," his movements smooth as silk.
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