Old Madam Liu Appears

After passing the old grave where Luo Suyī was buried.

Yang Jian and the others continued onward toward Grave No. 78.

But before they had gone very far, a new knocking sound echoed through the dim, silent cemetery. It was just as close this time, coming from behind them, separated by roughly five or six old graves.

The sound rang out.

Yang Jian's footsteps stopped for no apparent reason.

He had not stopped because of fear or terror.

He turned his head slightly and looked back.

On Yang Jian's cold face, a Ghost Eye gave off an eerie red glow. An inexplicable savagery radiated from his entire body.

At such close range, the knocking had only just started.

The ghost was not particularly fast at carving names.

That meant if he turned around and rushed back, there was a good chance he could find that ghost.

As long as he found it, he might be able to suppress it with his own abilities and deal with it, making that terrifying knocking disappear for good.

But there were risks.

What if the ghost vanished again after he turned back, or the process of suppressing it did not go smoothly?

That would mean not only had he wasted his effort, but he would also lose time, take on the enormous risk of being attacked by the ghost, and affect the letter-delivery mission.

This was a choice. Splitting up was not an option.

In supernatural incidents, splitting up was the stupidest thing one could do. If a ghost attacked a teammate, at least the others could analyze the ghost's killing pattern through that teammate's death, perhaps even find a way to deal with it. But if they split up, then their deaths would be meaningless.

"Should we deal with the ghost first?" Sun