"The first time there was one, the second time there were two, the third time there were three, following this growth curve, will there be four corpses next time?"
Roger thought to himself as he swung his shovel.
"Not much open space left, if they keep dying like this, I'm afraid there won't be enough room."
Being physically strong made digging graves fast, but for these bodies, Roger could only handle the basics; as for the rest of the nooks and crannies, he was powerless.
However, according to Anna, the whole graveyard had been affected, and ordinary people now definitely couldn't barge in here.
Even after finishing all of this, Roger's mind was still in a haze.
He had originally thought that tonight would be a fierce battle, but the outcome truly had been an unexpected turn of events; two incredibly powerful opponents had been easily killed by Anna, as if they were mere ants.
"Cough, cough, Anna, how did you do that just now?"
