The burial was complete. The Red Coffin and the old man's corpse had both been buried underground, and a new earthen grave stood there, as if proclaiming the end of an era.
These six graves buried an unknown past.
One could imagine that, long ago, the six people in these old graves had gathered together, worked together, and perhaps even experienced thrilling yet terrifying paranormal events side by side.
But in the end, the last old man of that team had also died.
He had died six days ago.
Other than these graves proving that such people had once existed, no one in the outside paranormal circle knew the stories of these Ghost Tamers from the Republican Era. Not even their names remained, only a memorial photo and an empty tombstone.
Yang Jian and the others did not leave immediately.
They stayed behind to observe the situation and see whether anything unusual would happen after the burial.
"Do you think Ghost Tamers like us will end up like this too? Finding a place to bury ourselves, leaving nothing behind in the end?" Zhou Deng looked at the grave mound they had built with their own hands, sounding somewhat sentimental.
"Don't worry. We won't."
Yang Jian leaned against a tombstone and spoke slowly. "Ordinary Ghost Tamers can't live that long. Although these graves vary in age, every person buried in them lived for at least ten years. The old man we buried probably lived even longer—more than a hundred years."
"A Ghost Tamer from the Republican Era who lived for an entire century. I don't need to explain what that means, do I?"
"Damn, now that I think about it, that really is terrifying," Zhou Deng said with a click of his tongue.
A Ghost Tamer who lived a long time