Lin Junjun's face twisted with fear.
Zhong Zixian and Zhang Wei fell silent. They had seen that thing too-
A pitch-black, gaunt figure stood in the thick fog, silently watching them, draped in a ragged coat riddled with holes of all sizes.
Lu Mi waved. "We're here."
Zhang Wei, who barely dared to breathe, was dumbfounded. "You know each other?"
"We met briefly last night."
"Hrr... hrr, hrr..." As though hearing Lu Mi's call, the figure made a strange noise in its throat, like phlegm that had been stuck there for ten thousand years.
"It moved! It moved!" Lin Junjun shrieked, then cried, "What do we do, Lu Mi?"
As the figure slowly approached, Lu Mi realized it was dressed somewhat like Roman, with a large hood hiding its face and a long hem covering its feet.
But this one had the lower half of its face exposed. Its thin, sunken lips failed to cover its yellowed teeth, and wrinkles were carved deep into its skin.
Roman was clearly better-looking than him.
"You... want to dig up a grave?"
His voice was thick and muffled, accompanied by an unidentified yellow gas spilling from his mouth.
Zhang Wei immediately pinned all the blame on Lu Mi. "It's him! It's all him! Leave us out of it!"
Lu Mi's expression didn't change. "It's me."
Lin Junjun gave him an admiring look. You're taking responsibility for what you did. I'll remember to burn paper money for you.
The atmosphere was unbearably tense. The old man raised a hand and pointed at the sky.
"You've picked a terrible time to dig."
Zhang Wei's heart sank at those words. He could only hope the old man would spare him.
"Nighttime is best," the old man continued. "The corpses in the ground gather yin energy at