Sure enough, we were both kicked out of town the next day.

Then, let's go to the East.

The east side of the town is very desolate. It is a huge mountain. The soil, rocks, grass and trees on the mountain all look exactly the same. Du Chenyu and I couldn't get out even if we walked around. We both arrived here at ten o'clock in the morning, but we didn't get there until

At seven o'clock in the evening, I walked around Tingting, but I still didn't get out of this mountain.

It's already eight o'clock, and it looks like we're going to camp out in the mountains. The food in my bag and his bag is only enough for us to survive for another day. It seems that if we find a way tomorrow, we won't be able to leave here.

Maybe God doesn't want us to leave, or it's something else, it just doesn't want us to leave.

We actually walked to a cemetery.

We must have never been here during the day. The trees here are a little different from the trees in other places. They look gloomy and bare, and there are many tombstones. It seems to be a place where people are buried together in the town. There are some broken edges on the edge of the cemetery.

The wood should be coffins that have been chopped into pieces. There are almost one or two names written on them in each cemetery. They are probably old people. Some were buried alone, and some were buried with their wives.

Could it be that we can only settle in the cemetery?

No, just when we planned to stay in the cemetery, we found that we couldn't stay in the cemetery at all.

I don’t know when, besides us, there were seven more people in the cemetery, seven old people. They stood alone in the cemetery, with a tombstone at their feet.

Not all of them, there was an old lady who walked up to the pile of coffin fragments and started crying.

The old lady started to cry, and other old men and ladies also started to cry. Some cried and some sighed while crying. If the sound we heard yesterday was still very small and far away, the sound we heard now is almost

Right next to us, the old people not only cried in different shapes, but even in different shapes, and they all looked like they were in pain.

There was an old man with a particularly long neck, his tongue sticking out of his mouth and reaching his chin. He was crying and rotating his head 360 degrees, just like what I made up in a novel.

There was an old lady who kept her hands hanging down, half of them on her arms and the other half hanging in the air.

And the old lady crying holding the coffin fragments was actually the old lady in the photo under the black tablecloth in the house where I lived in the town.

Why are they here? Why are they crying?

"It seems the legend is true." Du Chenyu said.

"What other legends do you know?" I asked him.

He said that no one knows the results of blood burials. Since these old people were not buried in coffins, and some even did not preserve their entire bodies, even if they have a cemetery, they cannot be buried. They can only place them on the tombstones.

Wandering nearby, I must have thought that the old lady holding the coffin and crying must have cared about her coffin during her lifetime.

Sure enough, she was holding the fragments of the coffin and crying, with bubbles protruding from her mouth one after another. This was evidence that the old man had committed suicide by drinking pesticide.

It must be very sad to have no place to live after death.

But, how can we help them?

Du Chenyu shook his head. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly I became bolder and ran to the old man whose neck could turn and asked him: "How can I stop you from being sad?"

He didn't answer me, didn't even look at me, and still turned his head to himself, making gurgling sounds as he turned, and crying. Perhaps besides crying, they had no way to resolve the sadness of being homeless.

If this is a real adventure story, Du Chenyu and I must have a way to resolve their misery or make them feel a little better. However, in fact, our power is limited and the reality is cruel. We can only

I could watch them cry, shout, and sigh until three or four o'clock in the morning, when their bodies began to disappear and the sky began to get brighter.

Du Chenyu and I wanted to go to the town to find a solution, but when we went back to Qi Town, there was no one in Qi Town. The relatives of these old people paid homage to the old man and made themselves feel at ease.

Everyone went back to their own lives.

However, they are also people who abandoned the town. If the day of their death comes and they are not buried in a coffin, will they have to repeat the sorrow of their parents and ancestors?

Do you also want to stand in front of your own tombstone at night and cry?
Chapter completed!