As soon as he approached, the smell of calamity on Steve's body became stronger, and Dong Wusheng felt a little dizzy, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, "Hello, we want to go in to worship our ancestors, can we go in now?"

Steve looked at her curiously and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I've never seen you, and you don't look like we're from here......"

Speaking of this, Steve paused, scratching the back of his neck a little shyly, "You shouldn't have come to worship your ancestors, can you please tell me your name and true intentions? I'm sorry, but it's my duty." ”

Dong Wusheng and Madara glanced at each other. Madara reached out to hold Dong Wusheng's shoulder, turned his head and smiled politely at Steve, "Actually, we're here to investigate a few recent accidents in town, and I hope you can make it easier." ”

"Ahh

After entering the cemetery, the smell on Steve's body gradually faded away, Dong Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief, and let out a sigh of relief, "What fresh air!"

There were also a few small town residents in the cemetery who they didn't know who were worshipping, and when they heard Dong Wusheng's words, they all turned their heads and looked at them in amazement.

Dong Wusheng: "...... The day does not understand the darkness of the night. ”

Madara: "......"

Two people walked past the edge of each tombstone, tribute, paper ashes, candles...... Some of them only have all kinds of things that will be worshipped, and there are no unexpected discoveries.

It wasn't until they passed by a huge monument-like building in the center that Dong Wusheng felt a faint aura of calamity.

Dong Wusheng stopped and carefully looked at the building in front of him. Madara also stopped and asked her softly what was wrong.

"There is a smell of calamity...... But it's very light, it should have stayed, and it just left not long ago. ”

Dong Wusheng's gaze swept over the building inch by inch, not daring to miss any details.

It is a black columnar with a pyramidal belisk at the top, with a marble base and two flower baskets and several fruit bowls. On the front of the stele, there is a line of numbers and letters painted in gold, which looks like it should be a date.

"The gods rest here in peace - Nebula 1406"

Dong Wusheng translated the string of characters in his heart.

It sounds beautiful, but I don't understand what it means.

"This is where Wusheng slept. ”

Madara stared at the stele for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the stele and said softly.

Where did she sleep?

Dong Wusheng glanced at him in surprise, saw his serious expression, and turned his head to look around.

Well...... If you look closely, it seems that this is indeed the place where she woke up that day.

Dong Wusheng thought about it carefully, and it did feel a bit similar.

It's no wonder she didn't recognize it at first sight. The day she woke up was dusk, the sky was dark, coupled with the restlessness, and after relieving it, it was like a dream, and there was no deep impression at all.

"Then this time ......"

Dong Wusheng looked at Madara, and the young man's eyebrows nodded gently, "That's when you fell asleep." ”

"So, this stele is meant to commemorate me?"

As soon as Dong Wusheng finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh.

I woke up from a sleep and found that someone else had erected a monument to the place where I slept...... It feels a little subtle.

Madara smiled slightly, "I guess it was seen at that time, I remember that people have settled here since then, and it has slowly become a town." ”

Hearing Madara's words, Dong Wusheng remembered that the young man next to him looked no more than twenty years old, but he had actually stayed in his sleeping place for more than three hundred years, just to wait for him to wake up.

Looking at Madara so young, it's really not realistic......

Dong Wusheng thought to himself.

"By the way, how did Madara get here for more than 300 years, and since you've been staying here, shouldn't you be familiar with the townspeople?"

"No," Madara shook his head, "I used a little spell and they couldn't see me." ”

"Eh, have you been sitting here alone for more than 300 years?"

"Almost," Madara scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed, "I don't understand a lot of human emotions, and I feel troublesome, so I want to be less exposed to ......"

Dong Wusheng stared at Madara in disbelief for a moment, reached out and pinched Madara's face and pulled it out, quickly letting go before Madara frowned.

Obviously he looks like a human......

"You...... Don't you feel like you're alone and want to talk to someone or something?"

Dong Wusheng still couldn't help but ask.

"So...... I really don't understand what you're talking about......"

Madara spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face.

What a man who is not simple......

Dong Wusheng took a step back.

The area of the cemetery is not small, and the two of them walked around until more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and then walked through the entire cemetery. Dong Wusheng saw that there was nothing else worth noting in the cemetery, so he called out to Madara and planned to leave.

"I haven't found anything other than that monument, what about you?"

On the way to the gate of the cemetery, there is no sheng in the east.

"Hmm...... The fruit baskets were all fresh......"

Madara pondered for a moment, and said this sentence seriously.

Dong Wusheng: "......?"

You look like you're perfunctory to my Ako?

The words of complaining were about to be spoken, and a thought suddenly popped up in Dong Wusheng's mind.

"Recently...... Are there any festivals to worship our ancestors?"

Madara shook his head and smiled at her, "I'm thinking about this too, I've been here for more than three hundred years, and Westerners don't seem to have so many festivals to worship their ancestors, and there are almost no people who worship with candle paper money, it seems that most of them are made of flowers, and even fruit plates are rare......"

Madara pressed his fist against his upper lip, his green eyes looking at the ground in front of him, a look of concentration on his face. The sun was shining down overhead, and the spotted face became more and more distinct.

"But just now I saw that almost every tomb has a fruit plate, and it is very fresh, it must have been put on the table recently...... But if it's really not a coincidence, but someone deliberately, what would his purpose be?"

Madara's voice is very clear, and with clear conditioning and logic, there is a sense of eloquence. Almost immediately, images appeared in front of Dong Wusheng's eyes, fruit plates, monuments, and calamities...... All kinds of clues were constantly broken and reorganized in her mind, and a clear logic was slowly sorted out-

"If this is intentional, it may be to hide a person in this cemetery......"

Dong Wusheng slowly spit out this sentence, and the light slowly gathered in his red eyes.

"Yes. ”

Madara's eyebrows and eyes also stretched, and in an instant, it seemed like morning light pouring out.