Eric’s mouth twitched slightly. Was this for real? Was the guard really bought off with a hundred


    dors?


    “Let’s go! Don’t stand there like a fool!” Winnie tugged at Eric’s sleeve.


    as she led them to the cemetery.


    Fool?


    Eric wanted to p her. Was he not her boss?


    “Stop!”


    The taxi driver ran over and stood in front of the two, ring at them.”


    You haven’t paid me the fare yet.”


    Winnie turned to look at Eric and said, “I only had that hundred-dor


    bill.”


    Eric lifted his robe, took out a crumpled 50-dor note fr


    pocket, and said, “Here, no need for change!”


    “50 dors? Do you think I’m some beggar? The gas itself


    than 50! Based on the meter, you owe me 185 dors!”


    The taxi driver red at the two fiercely.


    “Consider it a debt. You cane to Royal Bay Vi 14 tonight a


    look for me!”


    He then tried to walk toward the gate, but the taxi driver grabbed


    Eric’s robe.


    Chaper


    “Ouch…”


    White smoke rose from the taxi driver’s hand as if he had grabbed a


    burning hot iron te. Frowning, Eric questioned, “Why haven’t you left yet?”


    The taxi driver shuddered, his eyes gradually bing unfocused.


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    Then, he turned around like a zombie and went back to his car.


    At that moment, a gust of wind blew by. The taxi driver shivered and


    looked toward the cemetery, hisplexion suddenly changing. “Oh


    my god, how did I end up in a cemetery?”


    He gripped the steering wheel with both hands but felt a pain in his palm. When he looked at it, he saw


    that his right hand looked like it


    had been burned by something.


    Meanwhile, Eric and Winnie entered the cemetery. The sky instantly


    darkened. The cool wind blew, causing Winnie’s long hair to fly freely. Eric’s robe also rustled in the


    wind.


    There were only a few people in the cemetery with their flowers a muttered words. Winnie tried to listen


    to what they were saying b


    could not understand a word.


    She could not help but ask, “Are they speaking in some sort of


    dialect? Why can’t I understand anything?”


    Eric calmly said, “They are speaking thenguage of the ghosts!”


    Surrounded by the gloomy atmosphere, Winnie shivered. “Don’t scare me. I’ve got nerves of steel. You


    can’t scare me!” The moment she said that, an olddy with wrinkles all over her face rushed out from


    the side.


    Winnie screamed and hid behind Eric, her face turning pale with fear.


    “Lunatic.” The olddy gave Winnie a disdainful look, muttered to


    herself, and walked away.


    Eric gestured with his right hand as if wielding a sword in front of


    him. Immediately, a ck and faintly red Ghoul Evil appeared around the olddy.


    He grabbed a copper coin from his bag and threw it out. The coin dispersed the energy enveloping her,


    causing the olddy to abruptly stop as she mumbled to herself. “Hmm, I don’t feel as tired anymore.


    Eric took out apass, and the pointer inside was spinning rapidly. After a moment, the pointer


    shivered to a stop as it pointed toward a


    tombstone. Eric looked up. It was Herman Lewis’ tomb.