Yuan Ming could no longer hold back his doubts and flew to the man.

"Who? Who's over there?" The man was obviously startled by Yuan Ming's sudden appearance.

Yuan Ming did not answer, but asked: "Who are you?"

As soon as he heard someone talking, the man seemed less scared than before. He held a lantern and leaned towards Yuan Ming. Under the light, an old, dark and shriveled face appeared.

He looked very old, with droopy eyebrows, droopy mouth corners, a slightly bitter look on his face, and only the whites of his eyes without black pupils. He was clearly a blind old man.

"I am the watchman in the palace." The blind old man replied honestly.

"Everyone in the palace is dead, what are you doing here?" Yuan Ming asked with a frown.

"Update." The blind old man said quickly.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Everyone in the palace is dead and there is no one left alive." Yuan Ming said in surprise.

"I know there are no survivors. I have been collecting corpses in the palace for the past few days, and I haven't seen a single living ghost, let alone a living person." The blind old man replied.

"Then you still won't leave?" Yuan Ming asked doubtfully.

"This is what I do. I have been doing it all my life. I don't know where to go." The blind old man sighed and said leisurely.

Yuan Ming was suffocated when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he stopped trying to persuade him.
Chapter completed!