Bab 110: Will the Night Be Dark

"Cuozi, how may I help you?" the guard asked, bowing deeply.

"Stand up straight!" Cuozi suddenly raised his voice, scaring the sh*t out of the man. "What, you think I'm short?!"

"No, no, no!" The man hurriedly waved his hands, "I'm just-just a little tired…"

Cuozi narrowed his snake-like eyes. As he watched the two men silently, his fingers twitched as if his hand itched. The viper-like stare sent chills into the guards' hearts. But very quickly, Cuozi lowered his hands as if he had lost interest. Instead, he walked past the gate, "I just got out of the asylum and need to see the Pyramid King. Take me to him."

"Yes, yes," one of the men hurried after him breathlessly. There was a mass of people in the dark cemetery behind the gate. Broken tombstones were littered throughout the abandoned cemetery. Groups clustered under the torches, discussing something quietly.