The noble cemetery does sound like a rather intimidating place.

However, this kind of name can only fool serfs who have never seen the world or villagers who will never come to the town several times in their lives.

Even civilians living in towns will know that this is just a tool used by those nobles who like reputation to cover their shame.

Compared with the mass graves and public cemeteries outside the city, the noble cemetery has only a circle of symbolic railings, and there are only a few wooden houses for gravekeepers to live in the door.

It is also because of its special significance that both civilians and nobles do not want to pass by here on weekdays.

Over time, this area has been completely forgotten, and is even more desolate than the station of the Hanging Sword.

With the guidance of memory, Aaron brought Tuantivan and others here.

The eroded inner core can be seen from the rusted and mottled iron railings. Several pieces of the railings are strangely twisted, and there is a section of the railings on the side that simply disappears.

Only the iron door was still tenaciously sticking to the post, half-closing.

The atmosphere here is obviously more depressing than other places, and it always gives people an indescribable gloomy feeling.

"It's interesting here..." Ruoschia communicated with Aaron with great interest, "There's something wrong with the breath."

“What’s wrong?”

"Recently, it seems that this place has been soaked with the aura of cults. Someone has been here. It should have been held here. It seems to be quite large in scale."

Ruoschia said so.

At the same time, Tuantivan seemed to have noticed something, and pushed his wheelchair to a twisted iron railing somewhere, and looked at it carefully.

"The aura of the cult has almost dissipated. I don't know which cult sect was the one who took action. However, the cemetery involved was probably the group of ghoul sects, and only they were keen on stealing corpses."

Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, Alice quietly leaned in Aaron's ear and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"It seems like this is being visited by cultists, not long ago."

Aaron pondered for a moment, and simply did not suppress his voice, which made everyone hear clearly.

This certainly cannot be considered good news.

In any case, no good thing will happen to any place where cultists pass by.

At the same time, Andam looked moved and said, "Teacher, Sartre and the others are already on the way."

Just as they arrived at the noble cemetery, Andem's water element clone finally found Sartre and Sorsand.

A breeze blew, and Aaron faintly smelled a strange stench.

The taste is very light and disappears in a flash.

However, Garcia, who is a northerner, frowned and reminded him: "It seems that a corpse is smelling."

Aaron felt a little uneasy.

"There is no breath of living things in those houses. Maybe the group of gravekeepers are going to rest, or maybe...hehe."

Ruschia didn't continue talking.

As a gravekeeper, sleeping during the day and patrolling at night is almost a routine.

No one dares to steal corpses secretly in broad daylight.

Logically speaking, the gravekeepers should rest in the room now. Even if there is something happening temporarily, someone should stay.

Aaron looked around, glanced at Tuantivan, pushed open the rusty iron door and walked towards the wooden house.

Perhaps some clues can be found in these gravekeepers' rooms.

With an old man here, he is really not afraid of being attacked.

He didn't go far, as long as he insisted on breathing for a few seconds, most of his teammates would arrive in time.

Judging from the appearance and positioning of the noble cemetery, you can roughly know the embarrassment of its positioning.

Because of this, the tombkeepers in the noble cemetery were not extraordinary, but just a group of lonely ordinary people.

However, what is better than the public cemetery is that because the cemetery here is larger, there are several gravekeepers living in it.

The decorations in several small wooden houses of gravekeepers are almost the same. Apart from a simple wooden bed, they are just some of them, obviously handmade daily necessities.

It was also because no one took care of it for more than half a month, some thin dust fell on the supplies in the room.

The decorations inside the house were messy, but it could be seen that there was no fight.

The walls and the ground were just stained with some strange odor, but blood was not visible.

The doors of several rooms were all hidden, and the other rooms were similar.

At least, judging from the situation in this room, the possibility of cultists forcibly breaking into and killing the gravekeeper is ruled out.

By the way...

"There is no residual cult aura in the room, and it can also rule out that the gravekeeper is a cultist."

Ruoschia added, "At least the situation is not that bad."

If the gravekeeper here becomes a believer in ghouls or other cult sects, the fun will probably be great.

What kind of events can happen.

The Ghoul Clan, as the name suggests, is a group of cultists who like to be with corpses.

In some ways, its doctrine is similar to that of a blood-eating disciple.

However, the blood-eating disciple believes that "all creatures come from the blood", while the corpse-eating practitioner believes that "the body itself breeds power."

By eating a part of the corpse, or even eating a whole corpse, the corpse eater will be able to gain reinforcement from it and even capture some of the extraordinary qualities.

This means that the Ghoul Clan is notorious and is even more annoying to some extent than the Blood Eater.

After all, the blood-eating disciple will kill prey openly, while the corpse eater will only hide in dark corners and wait for an opportunity to act.

In most cases, they do not expect to fight with people, and prefer to secretly excavate corpses.

The only relief is that corpse eaters are often only interested in the corpses of extraordinary creatures and lack interest in the corpses of ordinary people.

They eat corpses out of the need for advancement, not to satisfy the original desire for fullness. Only crazy believers who believe in extreme doctrines and deeply degenerate corpse eaters choose to feed on corpses all day long.

By the way, the corpses they eat are those "pure natural" ingredients without any means.

After all, the most "delicious" ingredients need to be made in the simplest way.

"Garcia still smelled the stench of the corpse, does that mean..."

Aaron sighed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The gravekeepers were probably almost dead, but they just didn't know when they died.

For Aaron, this is particularly important.

Then, he suddenly had a sudden striking blow in his heart.

Damn, these people wouldn't have dug up his cheap dad's tomb, right?
Chapter completed!