The long-haired weirdo and Baldie followed the sound and arrived at a graveyard.
The weeds were rampant all around, with no crops planted, although many graves seemed to have had paper burned in front of them recently, leaving plenty of ashes on the ground.
"Monk, this place is creepily damp!" the long-haired weirdo looked around but was covered in goosebumps by the desolation and loneliness of the place.
"As a Hell Walker, you're actually afraid of these things. It seems you still need to toughen up your will!" Baldie shook his head, then pointed ahead and said, "The sounds are coming from over there, let's go check it out."
"You go first, I'll follow you!" The long-haired weirdo hurriedly spoke up after seeing Baldie finish talking but not move.
"I, I'm going now!" Baldie couldn't help but swallow his saliva and said resentfully, then lifted his feet and walked towards a dilapidated thatched cottage not far away.