Tomb Three

"The cemetery on the outskirts of the city?"

"Envelope..."

Wang Ye frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him and fell into thought.

Wang Ye's first reaction was that this was another supernatural event.

But the current situation was obviously different from what he had experienced before.

Supernatural events were usually large in scope and involved a certain number of people, causing an impact.

But the strange door in his living room before, and this mysterious envelope, made Wang Ye feel particularly bizarre.

What puzzled Wang Ye the most was...

Ghosts could not communicate.

This was an iron law concluded by countless people in their previous lives.

But this letter, and the words left on it, were clearly information conveyed to him by this bizarre post office.

This fell into the category of communicable.

And at the end of the handwriting, it even stated that there would be a reward.

Wang Ye stood silently at the front desk, looking at this mysterious envelope, and fell into thought.

After a long time, a ray of light flashed in Wang Ye's eyes as he took the envelope in his hand.

What could be more unbelievable than his own rebirth?

Rather than being unable to awaken and follow the same path in this life, why not take a gamble! After all, he was a person who had died once, could it get any worse?

And as Wang Ye picked up the envelope, the bizarre door in the somewhat illusory post office emerged again.

Wang Ye's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he quickly calmed down and pushed open the wooden door.

The next second, he reappeared in his own living room, and the wooden door hid itself in the void again.

As if he had long guessed this would happen, Wang Ye's emotions did not fluctuate, but he looked at the old envelope in his hand and murmured to himself.

"The cemetery on the outskirts..."

With that said, Wang Ye went to the study, turned on the computer, and looked up information about the cemetery on the outskirts.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ye fell into thought as he recalled the information he had just looked up.

The cemetery on the outskirts had existed before the eternal night.

After the eternal night, the horror revived and the ghosts walked at night. But the cemetery on the outskirts, with its extremely heavy yin qi, had never experienced any supernatural events.

At first, investigators had also listed the cemetery on the outskirts as a dangerous area, but as time went by, the alert was gradually lifted.

Currently, apart from an old man who was the night watchman, there was no one else there.

The seemingly calm cemetery, the mysterious letter, the owner of Grave No. 3...

It all seemed to be completely untraceable.

"I only have three days..."

Soon, Wang Ye recognized the reality that he was just an ordinary person without a team now, with almost zero authority.

Even if he was given more time, he wouldn't be able to investigate much.

If he wanted to investigate the information of the post office, he would have to deliver the letter first.

Late at night, Wang Ye expressionlessly tied a dagger made entirely of gold to his calf, and under the cover of night, left home.

Gold was the only material that ghosts could not affect. Although ghosts could not be killed, at the right moment, this dagger could play a certain role as a last resort.

This was also one of the few precautions Wang Ye had made for himself after his rebirth, when gold could still be bought with money.

Late at night.

Cemetery on the outskirts.

At the entrance, there was a somewhat dilapidated wooden house, with a faint candlelight shining through the window.

Through the window, one could vaguely see an old man sitting in the wooden house with his eyes closed, accompanied by occasional coughing sounds, bringing a sense of tranquility to this dark cemetery.

To avoid trouble, Wang Ye's figure perfectly blended into the darkness. If one did not look closely, it would be difficult to spot the shadow of a figure moving quickly.

The old gatekeeper did not seem to notice his figure. Wang Ye quickly entered the cemetery.

"Grave No. 3."

Wang Ye chose not to turn on his flashlight, because the brightness was too high and easily noticeable.

He skillfully took out a glow stick from his backpack and observed the tombstones on both sides in the dim green light.

"Grave No. 38."

"Grave No. 37."

"Damn, this order is reversed!"

Wang Ye couldn't help but swear. He didn't know why, but the whole cemetery gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, making him subconsciously want to leave.

But if it was in this order, Grave No. 3 would be at the very back of the cemetery!

Looking at the pitch-black cemetery, Wang Ye felt a hint of unease in his heart.

There was a look of struggle in Wang Ye's eyes, but it quickly turned into decisiveness as he rushed towards the depths of the cemetery.

But what Wang Ye didn't notice was that the door of the wooden house at the entrance had opened at some point, and the old man who was inside just stood at the door with a candle in his hand, silently watching in the direction Wang Ye had disappeared.

"Grave No. 8."

"Grave No. 6."

Finally, Wang Ye gradually approached the depths of the cemetery and the so-called Grave No. 3.

But Wang Ye's expression became increasingly solemn.

Because as he went deeper, the tombstones became more and more dilapidated. Some tombstones had even cracked from the wind, including Grave No. 2, where the entire tombstone had cracked down the middle, with only the bottom part intact.

Wait!

Grave No. 2!

Wang Ye stood still, his eyes becoming deep and solemn.

After Grave No. 4 was Grave No. 2.

The so-called Grave No. 3 had disappeared, or had never existed in the first place.

A chill spread through his body, making him feel more and more uneasy, as if an implicit voice deep down was constantly reminding him to leave this place.

In fact, this impulse was getting stronger and stronger.

"Something's not right!"

Wang Ye frowned slightly. His legs, which had already unconsciously started retreating, stopped in place.

Fear...

He didn't know how long it had been since such an emotion appeared in his state of mind.

Because if you wanted to survive, you could not be afraid.

The fastest to die were always those shivering wimps.

But ever since he entered the cemetery, his whole being had been in a state of unease, and by the time he reached Grave No. 4, this unease had completely turned into fear, prompting him to flee.

There was something wrong with this cemetery!

Wang Ye suddenly realized, and subconsciously pulled out the dagger tied to his calf, observing his surroundings.

Soon, he noticed some anomalies.

Not far away, Grave No. 1 had completely turned into ruins, with the tombstone having collapsed into a pile of rubble scattered on the ground.

Grave No. 2 had a tombstone split down the middle, as if it had been chopped by someone.

The missing Grave No. 3.

And the slightly damaged Grave No. 4.

It seemed that the deeper into the cemetery, the more severe the damage to the graves.

Wang Ye closed his eyes, recalling the scene when he first entered the cemetery. The tombstones at the very front seemed brand new.

Brand new!!!

Wang Ye opened his eyes wide with astonishment and suspicion!

And in his heart, he vaguely had an ominous idea.

If it really was as he guessed, then this cemetery was simply horrifying.

Extremely terrifying!!!

A drop of sweat unconsciously trickled down from Wang Ye's forehead.

And Wang Ye's gaze was fixed firmly on the ruins of Grave No. 1.