The air temperature suddenly dropped.
A few seconds later, with Jason's breath, strands of white mist began to appear.
At the same time, from the distant shadows, a path extended out.
The path was deathly pale.
Entirely constructed from human bones.
Thigh bones served as support, ribs as the road surface, and skulls as street lamps.
For every meter advanced, green flames would light up in the eye sockets of the skulls.
After several breaths, this path appeared at Jason's feet.
Click, click.
Amidst the sound of bones rubbing against each other, a skeleton rose on the bone path in front of Jason, kneeling on one knee, holding up an already opened letter in the hand bones raised high.
The letter paper was an antique yellow, with flowery script written on it—
To the Newly Arrived Friend:
I have prepared fine wine and delicacies.
I hope you can accept my invitation.
Tomb Guardian
Kr1342.8.29
...
Jason did not pick up the letter, he twitched his nose.
