"Doom... doom...!"
Fang Zheng stepped up the stairs, first encountering a dark cemetery. At the end of the cemetery, next to the staircase's streetlight, stood a man in a coat and top hat, his back toward Fang Zheng, lifting an axe as if chopping something while muttering to himself.
This one... seems a bit off mentally.
Fang Zheng watched the tall man's back, hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak up.
"Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, but have you seen a lady wearing a ruby brooch?"
"..."
However, facing Fang Zheng's question, the man straightened up, still with his back to Fang Zheng, remaining silent. Seeing this, Fang Zheng clenched the cane sword in his hand—indeed, from his experience, those who turn their back and stay silent, pretending to be profound, are very likely some kind of bosses getting ready to transform and attack.
Sure enough, at this moment, the man began to speak.
