The Out-of-Control Graveyard

Yang Jian successfully delivered the red letter into Old Madam Liu's hands and took the coffin nail from her in the process. Both parts of the plan had been completed perfectly.

But—

Something unexpected happened.

Old Madam Liu, who was already a corpse, suddenly sat upright.

The suppression of the Grave Soil seemed to have failed, or perhaps there was too little Grave Soil covering her, insufficient to make the corpse fall asleep.

"What's going on? Has a fierce ghost awakened?" Li Yang's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly retreated from the old grave.

Yang Jian stared fixedly at Old Madam Liu's corpse as it continued vomiting blood. "I don't know. Some unpredictable change seems to have occurred."

"We can ignore it. We've already delivered the letter, so we should just leave. This place is incredibly sinister, and accidents keep happening. I don't recommend staying any longer." Sun Rui's expression was grim as the unease in his heart surfaced again.

He vaguely felt that something terrifying would happen if they remained here.

Leave?

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly.

It was indeed a good suggestion. His objective had been accomplished, and he could simply turn around and leave.

But he did not want to leave just like that.

The ghost had not been dealt with yet.

If their group left and something continued to happen here, no one would stop it. It might even lead to an extremely serious incident.

"No, we can't leave yet. I want to see exactly what happens after this successful delivery. The identity of a messenger is unusual—we deliver letters for ghosts, and it's hard to tell whether that brings good or bad. Besides, we're responsible persons. If we ignore this and something goes wrong, who will handle it? Us, in the end."

Yang Jian