"Aba, aba..." Mao Feiyang barked, but this time he offered an explanation. "Difa liked pudding. She carved those words, and Amon dug them out of the Mountain and used them as a gravestone..."
"Uh..." Lin Yi smacked his lips. "This 'Designer,' Amon, studied gravestones too... but this English...?"
"Wei Liang was there. It's perfectly normal for him to leave a word or two of English, isn't it?" Mao Feiyang said. "Besides, with him around, never mind pudding-if you really wanted it, he could even find your favorite thing."
"Huh? What's my favorite thing?"
"Glutinous rice-scented lemon tea."
"Get lost! That's what Liangzi likes!"
"Stop bickering." Kuai Hongji interrupted Mao Feiyang and Lin Yi. "Maozi, come back over here. I'm going to unravel the Matrix and see exactly what back door Amon left behind."
Mao Feiyang hurriedly shut his dog mouth and huddled beside the gravestone.
Kuai Hongji set the Old Kerosene Lamp beside his feet, then reached out and placed his hand on the gravestone.
Humm-
A ripple spread outward from him, and the damp grass beneath their feet warped with it, as though someone were tucking in a blanket.
The ripples kept spreading and soon reached Old Cowboy.
He tripped, one leg snapping on the spot, and fell to the ground.
"Oi~ This is awful..."
Old Cowboy climbed up from the ground and continued toward Kuai Hongji, using his shovel as a crutch.
But more than half the Fog-Shrouded Light Chasers behind him were annihilated by the ripples.
There was not just one ripple. They spread outward one after another, like ocean waves.
Soon, the entire Cemetery stirred. Countless strange patterns flowed beneath the surface of this Layer, making the Cemetery's entire Layer look like a precision circuit board covered in fine fuzz.
As the Supernatural Traits surged, gravestones