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"A month had passed like that, when it became certain that nobody was left to look for these children, nor would anyone ever come searching for them."

"I killed the children."

"Then I turned and fled."

"That same day, I changed my appearance and proclaimed myself a bastard child who had strayed away from the family. Weeping profusely, I spent a considerable amount of money to claim the bodies and bury them in the desolate wilderness beyond the city, where I created a cemetery."

"I was the Tomb Guardian for five years."

"At first, no one believed my story, nor did they come to pay their respects; but by the third year of my guardianship, more and more people began to visit, and through conversations with them, I came to know of their intricate connections with the family and their constant thoughts of avenging these people. Their profound sentiments were admirable."

"Amidst jovial banter, I memorized their faces."

"Two more years passed, and no new mourners came; it was time to end this. I hunted down everyone who had come to pay their respects over the years, not sparing a single one, thus completely resolving the matter. Many years have passed, and no one has ever come after me for revenge over this affair."

"And due to those five years of guarding, I acquired the special Supernatural Occupation 'Tomb Guardian.'"

"And successfully advanced in it."

The old man moved his gaze away from the TV, directing it outside the security room to Chen Miao, his expression calm and unreadable, with only his face, wrinkled like tree bark, trembling slightly: "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Either don't kill at all, or if you do, make sure to eradicate them completely; otherwise, you'll live in fear for the rest of your life. You never know if that seemingly harmless young man in the crowd is the son of an enemy coming for revenge."

"Someone has gone in."

"Your unresolved tails, make smaller movements, don't destroy my cemetery."

Don't destroy my cemetery?

Hearing these words, Chen Miao was slightly taken aback. What did he mean by that? Was it to be taken literally, or was it just force of habit? Did this cemetery belong to the old man?

Perhaps... it wasn't impossible.

After all, this old fox had become a Supernatural many years ago, and his strength was most certainly greater than theirs. His words harbored a benevolent warning, but Chen Miao couldn't decipher the old man's true intentions.

But the old man inside the security room had no intention of saying more, his gaze returning to the television as he murmured with clouded eyes, "Come find me after you deal with the situation inside. I'm just an old man with old limbs; I'm no match for these people."

"You can't really expect me to ensure safety."

"Afterward, perhaps we can strike a deal."

...

Chen Miao nodded slightly in acknowledgement before withdrawing his cane, then pulled out the Thompson Submachine Gun from his embrace and held it in his hand as he slowly walked toward the cemetery. The old man had made one thing very clear: someone was coming for revenge, and they had already entered the cemetery.

Taking advantage of their departure, this was a direct attack on their lair.

They had guts.

Yet they hadn't made any real enemies. Who could be coming after them?

Essentially everyone they had crossed had died. Could it be Hungry Monkey, that traitor?

Meanwhile, Yuan Buping and the others also drew their Thompsons and held them at the ready, their expressions cold and vigilant as they followed Chen Miao's lead, inching forward. The Thompson Submachine Gun was an item that could only be used after reaching Level 2, and for now, they weren't able to fire it, but holding it made for a convincing bluff.

In a critical moment, they could even use their bodies to shield Miao from bullets.

Surviving would be their great achievement.

If they died, they would be buried right there.

If they were half-dead, they would be rushed at top speed to Broken Pot City to find Doctor Gou.

...

Soon—

They hardly had to make much of an effort before they saw a young couple shivering next to a grave pit in a small grove.

Could this young couple be the "tail" the old man was referring to?

At this moment, the young lovers were huddled together, clinging to one another in extreme fear and leaning against a tree, as they looked towards Chen Miao and his group emerging. When the young man saw Chen Miao, his face lost a trace of fear and gained a trace of excitement.

"Big brother, it's me, we met today, I'm the 'Monkey Head Mushroom' from the gang!"

Even though there was hardly any acquaintance.

But in this secluded and eerie place, a person he had once met might provide him with some insignificant sense of security.

"..."

Chen Miao put away his Thompson submachine gun and stood in place with his cane in one hand, frowning slightly as he looked at the couple. The woman was even wearing a wedding dress; she was the very woman who was taken from the restaurant earlier that day.

It was almost exactly as he had guessed.

The woman in the wedding dress was clinging tightly to the young man at her side, which didn't look at all like the relationship between a criminal and a hostage.

...

Ten minutes later.
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Hungry Monkey suddenly had a moment of realization and nodded his head, looking at the couple sitting on either side of the bonfire: "I get it now, you mean to say this girl's family is very wealthy, and you've been an orphan since childhood, roaming the streets."

"By chance, you fell in love."

"But the girl's family wanted to marry her off to another man."

"After discussing it for a long time, you planned a marriage robbery and kidnapping to extort a ransom, planning to run away with the ransom and elope together, then claim to the world that you've killed the hostage, after which you'd live your own life as a couple. Is that right?"

"Mm-hmm."

The young man who appeared rather youthful nodded vigorously.

"I understand."

Hungry Monkey nodded again, then took out a cigarette and tossed it into Yuan Buping's arms before lighting one for himself and asked with confusion, "But what the hell are you doing on our turf?"

"Well, big brother, I really didn't know this was your territory. The Enforcement Bureau in the city has been after me, and in my panic, I just ran here. It's more remote and seemed like a good place to hide for a few days."

"Where are your brothers? Aren't you part of a gang?"

"They're fake, just some brothers from the streets who've been with me since we were kids. They knew I was going to steal a bride and came to help me out. I can't drag them into this mess, so I told everyone to scatter. If I get caught, I'll take the responsibility myself."

"A bunch of street wanderers became supernatural beings?"

"The gun is fake, just a model, I'm not a supernatural being."

"I saw the Magician summon his familiars."

"Those were just large dolls, with people inside acting."

"Not a single supernatural being?"

"None..."

...

Meanwhile, Chen Miao was already standing at the entrance of the security room, glancing at the old man inside who looked up waiting for his answer. With an expressionless face, he fell into deep thought in silence without replying.

The last task of this magnitude was "Helping Doctor Gou's clinic to resurrect."

And now he had received another one.

"Help the Tomb Guardian old man fill the graveyard, the fuller, the better."