"Cemetery?"
Fang Heng stuck his head out of the car window.
Looking at the cemetery that was covered by a thick layer of fog, Fang Heng was puzzled.
Rather than calling it a cemetery, it looked more like a mass grave.
On both sides of the path, there were tombstones all over the place.
"We're almost there, Fang Heng."
In the middle of the cemetery area, there was a medieval-style building.
The entire building was shrouded in a thick white fog, making it impossible to see the entire building clearly.
Mo Yunxiao parked his car in the parking lot behind the building.
"The Necromancer Association never participated in the disputes between various factions. They gave the promise of a permanent third party. Later on, after some matters, the Federation finally allowed them to build the hall of the dead here after secretly competing with various stakeholders."
