Seeing this mysterious old man again, even with Wang Ye's current strength, was still terrifying.
The two of them were inside the house, looking at each other silently outside the house...
After a long time, Wang Ye smiled awkwardly, took out the candle lantern from his backpack, and carefully handed it from the window into the wooden house.
But the old man seemed not to notice, still looking deeply at Wang Ye without making any movement.
"No answer?"
A look of thought flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, he gritted his teeth slightly and bravely took two more steps forward.
The old man still didn't make any move, but the door of the wooden house suddenly opened.
"Do you want me to walk in?"
Wang Ye's face was gloomy and uncertain. Even now, he still couldn't determine the identity of this old man, even if he was a customer of the post office!
The key point is that no one ever said that the customers of the post office are all good people!
In the cemetery at the outskirts of the city, there is an unlucky man lying under tomb No. 3...
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye gradually calmed down, controlled his heartbeat, held the candle in his arms, and slowly came to the door of the wooden house.
The old man didn't know when he turned around, but he was still looking at Wang Ye silently.
As the breeze flickered, the candle on the table next to the old man finally burned out completely.
fire light...
Went out.
As the last candlelight went out, the suburban cemetery fell completely into darkness.
The cold breath kept coming, and you could clearly hear roars coming from the cemetery one after another!
'boom! '
'boom! '
There was a loud noise, and all the tombstones in the cemetery seemed to be broken.
The ground beneath the tombstone rolled and surged.
The smile on the old man's face finally gradually disappeared, and he appeared outside the wooden house at some point, looking towards the cemetery not far away.
"point..."
"lamp..."
Finally, the old man slowly opened his mouth, and a somewhat stiff voice sounded.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ye gritted his teeth slightly, and the cold breath kept sweeping through his body, as if it was going to freeze him completely.
In the cemetery, countless terrifying pressures made Wang Ye spend a lot of effort to even raise his hand.
Under the terrifying pressure, Wang Ye slowly placed the candle lamp on the wooden table and took out the lighter.
But every time the fire lights up, a cold wind blows by and extinguishes the fire.
In the cemetery, the noise became louder and louder.
The entire cemetery seemed to be shaking constantly, as if it would collapse at any time.
Wang Ye, who kept pressing the lighter, was filled with anxiety.
The figure of the old man disappeared without knowing when.
"grass!"
Wang Ye kept lighting the lighter and blocking the window with his body.
finally...
In an instant, the fire lit the candle.
In the wooden house, the familiar candlelight lit up again.
The noise in the cemetery gradually disappeared, and the unwilling roars weakened until they disappeared.
Wang Ye, whose body was almost frozen, breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground, his body shaking non-stop.
Everything that happened before seemed like an illusion.
But what he couldn't see was that a tombstone was silently shattered in the cemetery.
The old man appeared in front of the tombstone at some point and stood silently.
Accompanied by ferocious laughter, the land surged, and a hand suddenly stretched out.
The arms were covered with corpse spots and were livid in color.
"Go back..."
The old man's voice was still full of stiffness, echoing softly in the cemetery.
And that arm, as if it was under tremendous pressure, shrank back bit by bit.
When it shrank to the position of the fingers, it gradually stopped.
A few fingers are still stubbornly exposed in the soil.
The old man turned around... and gradually disappeared into the darkness. In the cemetery, a faint sigh kept echoing...
…
In the wooden house, Wang Ye's body gradually regained its mobility after a long time.
He stood up despite the discomfort in his body.
Looking at the candle lamp on the wooden table, he felt slightly dull.
This candlelight... seems to have a suppressive effect?
In other words, this candlelight is used to suppress this suburban cemetery?
Thinking of the layer of candles he quietly scraped off with a dagger, a drop of cold sweat dripped on Wang Ye's forehead.
It is also unknown whether this will have an impact on the cemetery.
But...thinking of the mysterious post office, his heart relaxed again.
With a long sigh of relief, Wang Ye put his backpack on his back again and prepared to leave.
The next second, Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly as he looked towards the door.
At some point, the old man appeared silently at the door, staring at Wang Ye silently.
"Ahem, you...are you always back?"
"If nothing goes wrong..."
"I'll leave first..."
Wang Ye coughed lightly, with an awkward smile on his face, and kept taking small steps towards the door.
There was no expression on the old man's face, as if he were a sculpture.
Finally, when Wang Ye walked to the door, the old man gave way slightly.
Wang Ye rushed out in a hurry and quickly backed up, his eyes still fixed on the old man.
If the old man finds that the candle is too small and gives him a slap in the face in dissatisfaction, he can almost die with honor...
Fortunately...
The old man made no movement from beginning to end.
It wasn't until Wang Ye gradually disappeared into the darkness that the old man slowly withdrew his gaze, returned to the wooden house stiffly, and sat on the chair.
Looking at the candle lamp, the old man was silent for a long time...
"interesting..."
The old man suddenly showed a smile and said stiffly.
Then, the old man's figure gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.
At the door of the wooden house, the red '1' seemed to be a little more intense, with blood faintly flowing out.
…
Behind the suburban cemetery in the distance, Wang Ye breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Finally left.
Although the two tasks in the suburban cemetery were not particularly dangerous, the impact they brought to Wang Ye was unparalleled.
The mysterious old man's powerful oppression always made Wang Ye feel a sense of despair.
Moreover, this old man was full of mystery. Wang Ye was really not sure whether the old man would slap himself to death because he was in a bad mood one day.
Fortunately...
This mission ended successfully.
What pleased Wang Ye was that this candle seemed to be particularly powerful and could suppress the existence of the entire suburban cemetery.
If you make good use of the wax scraps you have, it may have miraculous effects.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye's mood gradually improved.
Back at the door of his house, Wang Ye's eyes turned slightly cold, and the boning knife appeared silently in his hand.
door...
I don’t know when...it opened!
"Do you think my home is a supermarket?"
Wang Ye cursed slightly in his heart, his home seemed to be very lively recently!
Thinking about it, Wang Ye's eyes turned slightly cold, he took the boning knife and walked in silently.
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The author has something to say:
Thank you all for liking this book and thank you for your support. I am very touched after reading your comments. This book still has a long way to go, and one vivid character after another will appear. At the same time, a larger world view will emerge. I will work hard to write this book well and live up to everyone's expectations. Similarly, I also hope to create more characters that everyone likes, rather than the protagonist's one-man show. Finally...Thank you all again for your support. I hope we... can witness the growth of Wang Ye and every character in this book together.
