C748 What the Hell
8 PM. The newly developed cemetery garden in Yangzhou City was dark.
Occasionally, a crow would croak a few times, making the quiet cemetery even more terrifying.
Zhou Xiaofei placed a table in the middle of the cemetery, and on the side, there were a few lights that weren't too bright, making one feel drowsy.
In front of and behind him, rows of tombstones lined up in neat rows