It was a sunny day, the sun was still high, and I was sweating slightly when I walked over, but when I sat down, I felt that it was very cool under the shadow of the pine tree. The coolness made me feel comfortable for a while, but when I calmed down, I felt that this coolness was not brought by the wind at all, and there was a trace of lingering coldness.

I have been to my father's grave more than once, and I have never felt like this. I immediately sat up and looked around me, but I saw nothing but the high and low crops.

But where did this constant coldness come from? I searched and found nothing. When I inadvertently looked up at the pine tree, I saw that between the branches above the pine tree, I don't know when, there was a very wide and long insect skin, like a strip of plastic paper, trembling slightly.

I was startled, this long insect skin, I could see at first glance, that the width and narrowness were much larger than the width of my two palms combined, at least nearly thirty centimeters wide!

Oh my God, this is still the width of the worm that has shrunk after molting, so how big does this worm have to be? I didn't dare to imagine, and I didn't have a lot of curiosity, so I jumped up to see if there was any blood left on the skin of the long worm, and jumped out on the dirt road with a thud as if someone had stepped on my tail.

This thing, if it had just molted its skin, then this long worm must still be near the grave, in case this thing was hungry and saw my fat meat mound, it would swallow me at once, oh my God, fortunately, I escaped.

I was standing on the dirt road, so nervous that I kept pulling my hands on my chest so that my nervousness could calm down quickly. I looked at the edge of the mound again, and only after making sure there was no sign of the big worm did I slowly calm down.

However, just as I was about to relax, I heard a thin cry coming from the northeast. Oh my God, is that the big worm really still there? I was so excited that I immediately stood up straight and listened with my ears sideways.

This is a cry, I can hear it, it is clearly a woman's cry, and the cry is coming from the northeast. I hurriedly looked over there, but there was a large area of baogu, which had grown very tall, and the red and white top ears had grown.

I looked northeast across the valley, and sure enough, I saw the graves hidden in the valley, and they were very low and small, as if no one had come to add graves for many years.

I didn't know if the cry was coming from, so I stood still and listened sideways, and the cry, like the wind in the distance, was so small that it was almost inaudible, but it was audible.

Plus now that my hearing is excellent, I was able to capture it. It was indeed a woman's cry, and the cry was very resentful, and it seemed to be very depressing. Whose woman is this, why did she run into this field and cry?

I jumped up and looked around, and to my surprise, I couldn't see a single person working in the fields. It's a little strange, but when I look up at the sun, my sky, in the middle, at noon, how can anyone be working in the field.

However, as the wind came, the woman's cry sounded a little, and I could hear the cry of extreme resentment, like a cry, as if telling a sad thing, but to whom was this heard? Could it be me?

How is it possible, I'm a little kid, what kind of human accidents do I know? Tell me that I have to be able to understand it.

In the fields, there were many wild insects chirping, but these sounds could not hide the gripping cry, which even a child like me listened to, and I was extremely moved.

I am not familiar with this crop field in the northeast, which is the turbulent East River at the end of the crop field to the east. I've actually passed by here more than once, and I've never noticed how many grave lumps there are in this pack.

I walked slowly, examining the graves as I went. These tombs must have been quite a few years old, for I saw that not only were they small, but that the coffins inside were completely decayed.

The skull shelves in the coffin have decayed to ashes, not to mention the clothes, which are long gone. But I don't know why, the coffin is all rotten, and the grave bag is not crushed by the mound of earth above!

The noonday sun was always hot and scorching, and before I had even stepped in front of the pimples, sweat was pouring from my forehead. I saw that the corn trees there were growing so vigorously, and the slender leaves were black, green, and black, and the green was shiny.

I listened to the cry, it seemed to be a little closer, but I couldn't find the source of the cry. It stands to reason that this cry is a woman, and there should be a woman lying on the side of this grave, crying and choking.

But no. I don't find it strange, it's not a big deal for me now, after all, I've seen a lot, and it's a bit of a common thing.

But I've got to find the source of this cry, I've made it here, and if I don't, if this thing is really some kind of monster, I'm going to be hurt if I suddenly attack me.

Thinking of this, I picked up the grain leaves with my hand and walked in cautiously.

Five of these ancient graves were piled up in front of me like stars. There are no evergreen pine and cypress trees on the grave, and there is no incense offering platform made of bricks, and there is not even a trace of burnt paper.

I know that this tomb must have been forgotten, or the descendants of the owner of this tomb have long since left their homeland, or they have been cut off from their blood. Alas, I wish it was the former.

I thought as I stood by the grave and searched carefully. The cry was already very clear, it was a woman's cry, but this cry was too sad, drilling into my ears one by one, causing my mood to be low.

I quickly shook my head like a rattle, stabilized my mind, and slowly paced around the graves. On these graves, there are lush sugar seedlings, the thick purple-brown stems, and the large leaves of the palms, which are particularly eye-catching.

In the middle of these sugar seedlings, there are a lot of thick and thin long worm skins, which are stuck there indiscriminately, I don't move, I don't have time to deal with these now, I have to quickly find out the source of that cry, otherwise my sweat will be in vain.