Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 146: Chapter 135: Hidden Motives (Two-in-One)_3

Han’er also threw out a bomb, ”The role of the gravekeeper is not just to simply guard the graveyard, but also to isolate the inside from the outside, to prevent outsiders from entering at will, and to stop things inside from getting out.”

Wu Chang frowned, ”I can’t keep up.”

”The night patrol is not only to observe the conditions inside the Great Tomb but also to use the identity of the gravekeeper to calm the souls within. If you don’t patrol multiple times over a short period, some restless souls may get agitated. The new souls are manageable, but if you wake up an old creature like the tree monster from yesterday, it could be quite dangerous.”

As Han’er spoke, he threw out a pair of threes.

Erin followed with the last pair of sixes in her hand and ran off.

Wu Chang stared blankly at the table and turned to Han’er, ”Are you crazy? We’re on the same team.”

Han’er scratched his head, ”I was so busy answering your questions I didn’t notice who was on which team. Since you knew, why didn’t you say something earlier?”

Wu Chang shrugged the blame, ”I thought you were stacking the multiplier.”

Erin, sitting on the side, shuffled the cards while watching the two argue.

When she was still the Saintess, entertainment was not a concept in her mind; learning knowledge, helping others, and spreading the Lord’s glory were all she lived for.

The people around her would also deliberately avoid discussing topics unrelated to the Church.

After filling in her soul, under Wu Chang’s guidance, she discovered that there was so much in life she had never seen before.

Wu Chang often told her that becoming human wasn’t easy. It’s not enough to be capable of thinking and having emotions; one must live with flesh and blood and decide their path with their own will to be truly human.

She understood this sentence, but what Wu Chang said afterward about oxen and horses, tools, and the like, were still somewhat profound, and she could not comprehend them yet.

There were still half an hour before the night patrol, and the three prepared to play another round. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

While fingering the cards, Wu Chang casually said, ”Leave the delivery at the door, thanks.”

After a brief pause, he realized something was wrong and asked anew, ”This is cemetery No. 44, what do you need?”

A gentle and magnetic voice came from outside, ”I have some matters and need to enter cemetery No. 44. Could you please open the cemetery gate for me?”

Han’er whispered, ”Invitation letter.”

Wu Chang nodded and shouted, ”Do you have an invitation letter?”

The voice outside said, ”Are you the new gravekeeper?”

”Yes, just appointed last night.”

”Sorry, I thought it was still the previous gravekeeper. He and I are old friends, and I could enter the cemetery without an invitation letter. I have urgent business now and don’t have the invitation letter on me. Could you be flexible, and allow me to follow you into the cemetery when you patrol later?”

Wu Chang winked at Han’er, ”A friend of yours?”

Han’er shook his head, ”I don’t have friends as dangerous as this. Remember what I told you yesterday?”

Wu Chang shrugged, signaling Han’er to hide in the inner room. ”Of course, but in our country, there’s a saying: when a friend comes from afar, it’s a pleasure.”

The Abyssal Game translated this saying into the Mikel Kingdom’s language, making Han’er wonder, ”But the person outside isn’t my friend.”

Wu Chang waved his fingers, ”What it means is, if a friend comes from afar to challenge you, how can you not have a jolly match?”

Han’er: ”Huh?”

Wu Chang pushed Han’er into the inner room, then directly opened the door of the gravekeeper’s cabin.

Standing outside was a young man in formal wear, the suit’s exquisite craftsmanship clearly indicating he was from a noble family.

The man, seeing Wu Chang not reply for some time, assumed he wouldn’t open the door without seeing the invitation letter. With his hand raised halfway to knock again, Wu Chang’s sudden opening of the door left him awkwardly waving his hand.

Are today’s gravekeepers really so unguarded?

He had prepared seven or eight sets of arguments, forged several tokens, and even thought of threatening words, only for the door to open after a few knocks?

”You’re Han’er’s old friend, right? It’s cold outside, come in quick,” Wu Chang said, pulling the man inside.

The man sat in a chair, surrounded in a triangle by Wu Chang, Erin, and the True Self, who had used his Social Phobia.

Wu Chang flashed a bright smile and asked, ”What brings you to the cemetery so late at night?”