C438 The Old Lady at the Cemetery

I clutched the sack tightly to my back and held my breath as I carefully followed the faint glow of the moon. A few meters away from me, an old woman with gray hair was sitting alone on a mound of earth.

She was around sixty or seventy years old, and her entire face was covered in wrinkles. She looked like the root of an old tree.

"Don't be afraid, I'm human, not a ghost