The leader was a tall, thin man wearing glasses. He asked Lumian curiously:

"Why are you sitting here?"

Lumian replied casually:

"I have been to the lower floors many times and am no longer interested. I just want to sit here and quietly observe everyone and every corpse coming and going to see which ones never leave."

"Sounds interesting." The college students held white candles, discussed for a while, and decided to sit here for a while to see if those who returned from the depths of the tomb showed fear on their faces.

The tall and thin man with glasses chose to sit on the other side of Lumian, and he chatted familiarly:

"Do you think there will really be an accident if I don't light white candles here?"

Lumian glanced sideways at him and chuckled:

"You can try it and we'll know the result."

Without waiting for several college students to respond, Lumian said in a leisurely tone:

"I didn't believe this before, but then..."

At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice.

Two women in the group of college students blurted out:

"What happened next?"

"Later..." Lumian showed a recalling expression, "I met a person who met the ghost of Montsuri. Do you know the legend of the ghost of Montsuri?"

The college students nodded at the same time.

You guys are really familiar with the various horror legends of Trier... As expected of the common creatures in Trier underground - college students... Lumian sighed and said:

"His immediate family members were all dead and he thought he could get away with it, but then one day when I went to find him, I found him hanging from the window frame.

"Since then, I have strictly followed every rule of Underground Trier."

The college students looked at each other and were a little frightened by the stories told by Lumian, a peer of his age.

"It seems that we really can't extinguish this candle." The tall, thin and bespectacled college student said with regret.

Lumian lowered his voice again:

"Have you ever encountered anything like that?

"There are obviously extra books, quilts, and clothes in the dormitory that don't belong to you, but the administrator tells you that no one else lives here."

Two college students' expressions changed, as if they had heard the most terrifying ghost story.

They asked as if they were drowning:

"Yes, there is such a thing, do you know why?"

Lumian shook his head and sighed:

"I heard that those are the people who put out the candles here. They disappeared completely. No one remembers them."

Hearing this, the tall, thin, bespectacled college student instinctively shuddered.

He suddenly felt something tap his shoulder.

He turned around and saw a white skeletal hand.

"Ah!" He screamed and jumped up suddenly.

Lumian took back the bone-white palm he picked up from nowhere, and mocked with a bright smile:

"You are so cowardly!

"Is this scary?"

Several college students were stunned, and after a while they managed to hold on and said:

"No!

"It was just a stress reaction!"

When they were seriously considering whether to beat up the scary bastard, a man walked up to the stone stairs leading to the second floor.

The man was wearing a blue jacket and yellow trousers, with deep wrinkles on his face, sparse and dry white hair, and a short burning white candle in his hand.

This is an old tomb keeper.

Lumian frowned slightly.

He had seen this tomb administrator in the huge tomb where the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman" was located, and he did not use white candles at that time.

PS: Ask for monthly tickets during the double period~
Chapter completed!