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