In the graveyard at night, all the sounds that were ordinary during the day seemed so inconceivable, as if they carried echoes with them.
The strangely shaped branches, like the claws and bodies of monsters, cast terrifying shadows on the ground.
"Where is it?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan in a low voice, ready to kill with a single blow.
"I don't know."
Li Changzhou turned his head and looked earnestly at Yang Qinglan, who was carefully surveying the graveyard.
"The Shadow Cat tracked it here and then lost contact, but I can still feel its presence." Yang Qinglan answered.
"So, what do we do now?" Li Qianxia, holding the Blood-colored Steel Spear in her left hand and the Desert Eagle in her right, cautiously moved closer to her brother; she was afraid of ghosts.
Li Changzhou looked at Bi: "It's all yours, Your Highness, Princess."
"So we have to dig up a grave..."
