It Came for Me

Again?

The sound of carving on a tombstone rang out, and the breath everyone had just let out caught in their throats again. Their nerves tightened once more.

Too fast.

There was no time to catch their breath. A Supernatural Forum member had just died. How long had it been? Ten seconds? Twenty?

At most, a minute.

The ghost's attacks came one after another. Since Luo Suyī's death, this should have been the fourth attack.

Yang Jian's face darkened when he heard the sound.

According to his plan, they were supposed to finish delivering the letter after the third attack and before the fourth began. Yet they had failed to find Grave No. 78. It was as if that grave had vanished and simply did not exist in this area. Otherwise, how could so many people have searched without finding anything?

"A fourth person is going to die. Who will it be this time?" Sun Rui stood in place with his cane, his expression equally grim.

Although they knew the ghost attacked by carving names onto tombstones, there was no way to resist such an attack. Even he had no confidence he could survive it.

"Still haven't found Grave No. 78? If we keep dragging this out, we might all be wiped out here. If you want to live, hurry up and search. Expand the area. Don't crowd around here—go farther away. You won't die from that." Sun Rui gave the Supernatural Forum members an anxious, low command.

The others were dripping with cold sweat, naturally searching desperately for Grave No. 78.

But things were just that bizarre.

The graves numbered seventy through eighty were all here, except for Grave No. 78. Expanding the search was useless, because someone quickly discovered that the distant graves had already reached numbers over