Alex approached and squatted down to look at the peculiar formation; the jagged black lines stood out on the wooden floor.
He used his finger to dab a little soil; a bone-chilling coldness traveled from his fingertip down his spine. He asked with some concern:
"Is relying only on the death energy in this pile of soil enough?"
Glen did not know that the soil in the graveyard outside the city had been purified by Elias. The soil there had long ceased to have the thick death energy it once had; only an empty shell remained.
"Don't touch the formation." Glen pulled him away: "This place is a residential area after all; the aura of the living is very heavy. Relying only on this pile of soil is not enough." He took out the black suitcase Alex had seen in the evening, unlocked the combination lock, and cold vapor rose up as the lid popped open. Two frozen stiff "ice creams" were taken out.
