The crescent moon was hanging slantingly in the sky in the west, the dead walking on the cemetery was like returning sea crabs. The soils rustled and returned, leaving no traces of being dug up behind. Everything that happened was erased under the silver moonlight.
Benjamin only wore a pair of loose shorts, and the shirt was used by him to wipe off the dirty marks on his body, and finally, it was rolled into a ball and discarded. There was a smile on the corner of the werewolf's mouth. After all, it was a pleasant thing to see Papa Midnight leading Grande's 'eldest son' around by the nose.
"You are gloating." Zach looked at his 'younger brother' helplessly.
"Yes!" Benjamin admitted with a smile...