They crossed the old grave where Luo Su Yi was buried.
Yang Jian and his companions continued forward, heading for grave number 78.
But they hadn't gone far when a new knocking sound echoed in the gloomy, silent cemetery. The sound was also very close, just a short distance behind them, about five or six old graves away.
That sound arose.
Yang Jian's steps inexplicably halted.
He stopped not because of fear, nor because of fright.
A slight turn of his head to look back.
Yang Jian's icy face had one ghostly eye emitting a strange red light, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable ferocity.
The knocking had just started from such a close distance.
The speed at which Ghost Shadow etched names wasn't fast.
Which meant that if he turned around and rushed back, there was a high probability he could find that ghost.