C275 Digging the Grave

Everyone said that it was the voice of a ghost. It was the cries of those undead who had died in vain. Every time, they would cry in the dark, cold night …

Beiming Mo drove the car slowly into the dark wilderness.

The cold wind blew through the forest, causing the leaf to make a rustling sound.

His hair stood on end.

He stopped the car and turned off the ignition