The Missing Entrails

Looking at the wooden door appearing in the room, Wang Ye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He instinctively glanced at Xiao Si beside him and found that she had no reaction at all before stepping into the wooden door.

The reason why he kept Xiao Si until now was that he wanted to see the reaction of this mysterious post office.

With the post office's capabilities, they probably knew about Xiao Si's current situation, since she was the owner of the post office's second letter.

The fact that this wooden door opened in front of Xiao Si meant that she was, at least for the time being, not posing any threat.

Thinking of this...

A trace of a smile emerged on the corner of Wang Ye's mouth as he walked familiarly to the front desk.

The next second, the corners of Wang Ye's mouth twitched violently...

A candlestick was sitting quietly on the front desk...

Wang Ye was already too familiar with this style.

Sure enough...

The note clearly read:

"Address: Suburban Cemetery, Grave No.1"

"Deliver letter to owner of Grave No. 1"

"Reward: Ghost Knife"

"Time: 12 am on the 3rd"

Wang Ye took a deep breath, his eyes full of gravity.

So that cabin was Grave No. 1?

Wang Ye was not too surprised. After completing the previous task, he had guessed upon reflection that the only possibility for Grave No. 1 was that cabin.

Unexpected yet reasonable.

But...that mysterious old man, whether he was human or ghost, Wang Ye still could not determine.

Also, unlike previous tasks, a specific time was given this time.

In other words, at other times, the old man might not be at the suburban cemetery?

Instantly, Wang Ye's eyes lit up as his thoughts became more nimble.

After all, without experience the first time delivering the letter, he didn't get anything out of it, and it had become a thorn in his side.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye silently picked up the candlestick and observed it. He found that the exterior was very ordinary, but the candle inside faintly emitted a stench of corpses.

Without looking further, Wang Ye carefully held the candlestick and walked out of the post office.

In the living room, the wooden door gradually disappeared, and Xiao Si still stood in place, without any reaction.

Arriving at the study, Wang Ye carefully placed the candlestick on the desk, took out a dagger, and gently inserted it into the wick hole.

Then, using the dagger, he gently scraped the candlestick.

Layer after layer of wax flakes were constantly dug out by Wang Ye along the dagger, and finally stored in a small bottle made of gold.

Gradually, the small bottle was filled with the residue of the candle, while the candle in the candlestick shrank by at least an inch.

Although he didn't know what the candle was used for, things associated with that terrifying old man probably wouldn't be simple.

After carefully sealing the small golden bottle, Wang Ye heaved a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, the knot in Wang Ye's heart about not getting anything out of the suburban cemetery was finally smoothed out.

Lying in bed, Wang Ye gradually fell asleep.

In his dreams, the terrifying suburban cemetery let out bursts of roars, one tombstone after another cracked, and countless terrifying auras were released within the cemetery.

And that old man looked at Wang Ye with a weird smile.

Waking up with a start, looking at the sun outside the window, Wang Ye instinctively wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately...

It was just a dream.

After preparing for a day, Wang Ye quietly waited for nightfall.

Suddenly, Wang Ye thought of something, his eyes flashing slightly. The note mentioned earlier that under Grave No. 6 in the suburban cemetery, there seemed to be some secret.

And Xiao Si went there late at night.

At that time, he stood at the entrance out of fear of the old man possibly appearing, and did not go in.

Now that he knew the old man would only come back at 12 o'clock at night, this was the chance.

Thinking this, Wang Ye took a deep look at Xiao Si. After not noticing anything unusual, he left Xiao Si with an order to stay put, pushed open the door, and disappeared into the night...

The suburban cemetery.

Standing at the gate, looking at the cabin next to him, except for the faint candlelight, it was indeed empty.

Because of this task, Wang Ye specifically took a close look at the candlestick in the cabin, and it was indeed the same style as the one in his backpack.

And the candle inside... had burned out.

"So...does it need me to refill it?"

"Could it be...a long term customer?"

Wang Ye whispered to himself as he pondered slightly.

After thinking for a moment and checking his watch, there was still an hour before 12 o'clock.

There was still enough time!

Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly as he tightened his backpack containing the candlestick and walked in.

If danger arose, he could light this candlestick...

Perhaps that old man would, for his sake as a courier, not kill him...probably...maybe.

For some reason, this bizarre idea popped up in Wang Ye's mind.

Entering the suburban cemetery for the second time.

The air was still as gloomy as ever...

Even the darkness seemed to be higher than outside.

As Wang Ye went deeper into the cemetery, his brows gradually furrowed, his expression solemn.

Compared to last time, cracks could be clearly seen on some of the tombstones.

The deeper he went, the bigger the cracks on the tombstones.

Did this mean...the cemetery was becoming more dangerous?

Suddenly...a flash of light crossed Wang Ye's mind!

The second Eternal Night!

As time passed, the second Eternal Night was about to arrive! Wang Ye roughly estimated the time in his heart and felt a chill.

Only three months left!

Was it this kind of bizarre energy that caused the terrifying beings in the cemetery to gradually awaken?

Finally...

Wang Ye arrived at Grave No. 6.

The original tombstone had completely turned into rubble, and a huge pit appeared on the ground.

At the center of the pit was an upside down mummy!

Its chest had been completely hollowed out, the internal organs gone!

Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly!

Had Xiao Si killed the owner of Grave No. 6?

Recalling the terrifying roar that night in the cemetery, Wang Ye had a guess in his heart.

But he still had too little information to figure out why Xiao Si would come at night...

And in her sealed, corpse-like state.

The note!

In a flash, Wang Ye understood in his heart.

But when Xiao Si scooped out his internal organs...the reasoning was unclear!

The information he knew so far was far too little...

Could the internal organs be what the note left in Grave No. 6 was referring to?

Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly as he endured the smell of the rotting corpse, jumped in, and kept groping around the corpse's clothes.

Finally, Wang Ye's eyes lit up sharply!

He picked up a somewhat withered fruit.

After pondering it for quite a while, Wang Ye confirmed it was not any kind he had seen before, and silently put the fruit into his backpack.

And time was getting closer and closer to 12 o'clock.

Wang Ye hurriedly rushed to the cabin.

Finally...at 12 o'clock, Wang Ye arrived at the door of the cabin.

And that old man, as if teleporting, suddenly appeared inside the house, silently looking at Wang Ye through the window.

Beneath his cracked, wrinkled skin due to old age, he smiled eerily.