The group continued walking along the path.
Not far ahead, they found another small bag.
Yang Qingshu stepped forward to identify it; it was the one Ma had been carrying earlier.
After walking a bit more, someone found a shoe in the bushes.
No need to check, it was still Ma's.
Seeing the phone, small bag, and shoe discarded by the roadside, it was evident how panicked and terrified Ma had been when he ran away.
Even if a shoe fell off, there was no time to pick it up.
"There seems to be a cemetery ahead!"
Yang Qingshu squinted and looked ahead, exclaiming in surprise.
"It should be the cemetery of the ancestors of the Li Family Village."
The middle-aged policeman had seen a map of Li Family Village before and was somewhat familiar with the situation in the village.
Just as the group approached the cemetery, a chilling wind blew, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
"There are no ghosts in this world... there are no ghosts in this world..."
