Exploitation and Countermeasures

In the dim cemetery, a series of dinging knocks rang out.

The ghost wandering through the cemetery was carving gravestones again, leaving the names of the living upon them.

Once a new name was completed, the person bearing that name within the cemetery would be buried there forever, becoming a corpse in an old grave, slowly rotting away and disappearing.

Yang Jian remained expressionless as he endured the knocking and strode quickly along the dirt path between the grave mounds.

The ghost killed too slowly.

It could only kill one person at a time. If he had not been unlucky enough to be targeted earlier, he would not have been this anxious.

After figuring out its method of killing, he had at least gained some confidence.

Very soon.

The group returned along the same path. This trip seemed to have been a waste of time. Luo Suyī had died for nothing, along with a member of the Supernatural Forum, and Yang Jian himself had nearly fallen in this cursed place.

Yet that waste had not been entirely pointless.

Yang Jian had obtained the key clues and method needed to resolve the situation.

"Captain Yang, th-there's a blank gravestone here. There's nothing written on it."

Suddenly.

They quickly found a blank gravestone. It was not as difficult to locate as they had imagined. Though the cemetery was huge and most gravestones bore names and portraits, there were quite a few blank ones as well.

A member of the Supernatural Forum shouted and pointed at a gravestone before an old grave nearby.

The gravestone was made of bluestone. Perhaps affected by the environment here, the stone was mottled blue-black, gloomy and cold, making people deeply uncomfortable.

It was as if it had been infected by some terrifying curse.

"Who has a knife?