In James Carter's memory, this process took at least half an hour to take effect. It was a meticulous endurance task, not something a rough person could handle.

But memory is memory, and fact is fact.

This time, as soon as James Carter's attention focused on the activation of the rune stone, in less than ten seconds, the entire Justice Rune Stone suddenly burst into brilliant light, illuminating the once dim wooden hut completely!

The leather robe immediately stopped struggling, and a shrill wail came from it, as if it sounded directly in James Carter's mind, making him feel slightly dizzy, but he quickly regained clarity.

Under the light of the Justice Rune Stone, he could clearly see a layer of black mist shrouding the leather robe being rapidly dispelled.

The light from the rune stone was not ordinary light; it grew brighter and brighter, beginning to ignore the wooden hut's barriers and shining straight through.

At this moment, the thin wooden boards of the hut, under the illumination, turned into transparent crystal. James Carter's gaze also penetrated the hut, allowing him to see the entire cemetery.

Above the cemetery, there was a black mist even deeper and thicker than that on the leather robe, and much more chaotic, but under the Justice Rune Stone's all-piercing light, it melted away like snow under the sun.

In an instant, the cemetery no longer had a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere; instead, it became clear and bright, as if heaven had descended to earth under the rune stone's radiance.

James Carter stared in shock and exclaimed, "Damn! What kind of technology is this?!"

Even X-rays can penetrate wood, but that's just the property of X-rays themselves. He'd never heard of the human eye having X-ray vision without the aid of instruments.

In the Milky Way, no kind of light had this function—this was completely unscientific! It felt more like a dream.

Yes, it must be a dream. James Carter pinched his thigh hard. The piercing pain immediately reminded him this was reality.

James Carter was stunned; his worldview was overturned in that moment.

……

In the Wildfire City temple, Pastor Paul stood atop the temple spire, watching the light reflecting off the sky outside the city.

"I didn't expect the Justice Rune Stone to be triggered by this kid so quickly. Quite a talent. For the next few years, the cemetery should remain peaceful."

In the city's mage tower, a middle-aged man also glanced a few times toward the cemetery on the outskirts, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile to the disciple beside him, "Such a large-scale outburst of faith elements, tsk tsk, Paul that old man really has time on his hands, actually making such a complex rune stone."

The disciple said nothing. The middle-aged man could call Paul an old man, but he dared not, and he hadn't seen anything unusual in the direction of the cemetery.

To see these spiritually inclined faith elements, one had to open the Eye of Elements. As for him, he was still far from that step.

The spectacular scene in James Carter's eyes was invisible to everyone else in Wildfire City except for the two mentioned above.

Just like now, two figures sneaking into the cemetery only felt that it was no longer as oppressive and cold as before.

"Boss, something definitely happened just now. This place feels different, not creepy like a graveyard at all," a small, thin figure whispered to the burly figure beside him.

The burly figure snorted coldly. He looked up, and the snowy light shone on his face, revealing several terrifying, fresh scars—he was the strong man who had been thrown out of the tavern by Hoyt with a wine glass that morning.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Skinny, go dig up the best-maintained graves here and take everything valuable inside. Then we get out of here immediately. Anyway, no one in Wildfire City will live much longer, so no one will care if we rob graves. I'll go deal with the night watchman over there. Damn it, the wounds on my face are his fault. I'm going to dismember him for revenge."

Skinny also let out a cold laugh. "With you on the job, boss, it's a sure thing. That kid definitely won't survive the night."

Chapter 9: Two Ghosts, One Grave

The strong man's eyes gleamed with viciousness. He didn't bother to hide his figure and strode straight toward the house where the night watchman lived.

He had been following this kid all day. When he saw him talking to a noble lady in a luxurious carriage on the street, and when he entered the temple, he almost gave up on revenge. But he didn't expect that near dusk, the kid would dare to leave the city alone—he was practically asking for death!

Kill him in the outskirts, then run immediately. Even if his identity was the lord of Wildfire City, angering him would still have consequences, let alone for a mere night watchman!

The strong man was extremely confident in his own strength. When he reached the wooden hut's door, he kicked the flimsy door to pieces with one blow and then viciously tried to squeeze inside.

One after another, cruel torture plans flashed through his mind. He wanted to choose the most painful and terrifying way to end this brat's life.

For example, breaking his fingers one by one and stuffing them down his throat to make him suffocate to death, or shoving a stick up his rear so he'd scream in agony for three days and nights before dying.

But all these plans were forcibly interrupted the moment he stepped through the door.