When I picked it up and looked at it, it was already a little mushy, because of the resurgence of moisture, there were mold spots on it, but I still vaguely saw it.

On the bamboo bench in the photo, there is an old woman in her fifties, who is a grandmother.

I recognized the faces that were not much different, and I recognized them at a glance.

It's her, and you can't be wrong.

"Why, why ......," I murmured, unable to believe why all this was the way it was.

I had countless mysteries in my mind, and looking at the photos of my mother, it was exactly the same as what I saw in the cemetery.

How did her picture end up here?

"I told you a long time ago, your family ...... You don't know much. "Ye Siming probably looked at me in the same state as if I had lost my soul, and I was a little unbearable.

"It's fake, it's all fake, right?" I looked sideways at Ye Siming, "My mom has passed away, I can't see her here, she won't appear here, and it's weird here, you know, even time is fake here, what can't be fake?" ”

"It's fake, it's all fake." I muttered.

Ye Siming just stared at me in a daze, and his eyes revealed sadness and couldn't bear it.

He said, "Why don't you go and see for yourself." ”

I put the photo in my coat pocket and walked out of the wooden building on stilts, and the wooden people outside were still standing in the same posture as before, and they hadn't changed at all.

Knowing that they don't pose a threat to me, I'm not afraid.

Boldly walk past them. There are too many mysteries in this village, none of which are as big as my mother's.

I walked along the village road, and on the way I met the two men we had met during the day, who also kept walking, but there was not a drop of water in the bucket.

During the day, the village is lively, with a wedding, and at night, it becomes a dead village, and all the people are turned into sculptures. Guangxi

It's like a TV picture that has been paused and everything comes to an abrupt halt.

When I came to the Stone Tablet Forest, when I first arrived, I suddenly fell to my knees on the ground, not because I wanted to worship, but because the sudden distress made my legs weak, and I fell to the ground involuntarily.

I endured the severe pain to stand up, but this time the pain was unprecedentedly intense, and I didn't even have the strength to get up.

It was my body's warning not to go near the stele forest.

Just when I couldn't stand up, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed my waist from behind and helped me up.

"I haven't been here, but this place is full of resentment."

When I walked towards the stele forest, my heart didn't hurt so much.

When I got closer, I realized that there was a tomb behind each of the tablets, but it was hidden by the tall tablets.

Densely packed with stone monuments and tombs, I walked past the rows of stone monuments, and when I looked at them, they were the same everywhere.

The graves and tombstones, like the people in the village, were all replicas, and there was no difference at all.

But after walking around, I finally noticed something different.

There is no grave behind a tombstone.

I thought that this tombstone might have a brief description of this cemetery engraved on it, so I went to the front to look at it, and when I looked at it, I found that this tombstone was split in two from the middle.

It looks like a door.

And the tombstone is also carved with patterns, I seem to have seen those patterns, and after thinking about it, isn't it the pattern on my mother's nanmu coffin?

Is there any connection between this pattern?