I took another look at the duck in the coffin, and it was no longer moving, so I spread my legs and ran down the western road. I just want to see where so many people come here in the middle of the night.

Before I got to the brick kiln, I saw that there were a lot of people, high and low, walking south on that road, and some of them had already passed the brick kiln, but those people didn't look like the people we had here.

I took advantage of the fact that no one noticed me, and jumped on the top of this brick-burning kiln. Standing there, looking into the distance, obediently, what kind of people are these, why are there so many.

I saw that these people were wearing all kinds of clothes, but they were all strangely shaped, some tied a long braid, wore a robe, some had hair like Kill Matt, and dyed green, and some even had a thick tail behind them.

What's more, I also saw a guy with half of his head cut off, and his eyes were still drooping outside. As for those who lack arms and legs, it seems that there are quite a lot, anyway, these people, how can they look abnormal.

I didn't dare to say anything, so I squatted down, afraid of being seen, so I hid behind the chimney that protruded from the smoke hole. These people did not speak, but walked slowly along the western road, and some of them were so heavy that they seemed to be able to shake the ground with a single foot. Mine is like cotton, moving forward lightly.

I just looked at these people walking on the ground, but I didn't expect to look up, and I saw that there were still some things floating forward with them, and those things could only be said to be things, not smoke, fog, not water, but I could see that they followed these people below, slowly drifting forward.

Who are these people, why do they still have bodyguards? I saw these people, walking very casually south, until finally Yaowa appeared. I looked at this Yaowa, dressed in greasy clothes that were already shiny, with her hands in her sleeves, and followed these people, with her shoes on her toes, her eyes a little stiff, and she slowly followed forward.

With this Yaowa appearing, I know that these people are no better, because Yaowa is the nerve of our village, that is, a madman, crazy all day long, and he doesn't know what he is talking about every day, anyway, every time he meets him, he is always chattering.

I never heard clearly, and I didn't know where he was going to stay when it was dark, but sometimes when I was walking, I could see this guy pop up like a ghost, especially at night.

Yaowa's temple has a very pustule that is as big as a date. I don't know if he hurts, whether it's uncomfortable or not, every time I see him, I always think that one day I will find a very sharp knife and help him pick it open, and then watch this pus and blood burst, but every time I see him, I am a little scared, and soon hide from him.

Now this Yaowa, like unsteady under his feet, followed behind these people, walking slowly south, he chattered without scruples as he walked, and he didn't know what he was pressing, but he was tireless, with a fool's smile on his face, saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth, following behind those people, walking slowly south.

When I was planting the trees, I deliberately walked south along this road, and there was a large courtyard to the south, where the elementary school was located. You may not know that most of the previous schools, not only elementary schools, were built on mass graves.

It's just that I still know too well, and all I see is the school houses there, and the huge poplar trees. I don't know why, the clusters of tiles on the walls, the green moss on the corners, and even the sound of children reciting loudly from the schoolhouse......

The group walked slowly, but it passed like a gust of wind, and I looked at the chaotic backs, and I always felt as if they were going south. And Yaowa in the back also followed, looking forward with empty eyes, as if those people were familiar to him.

I jumped down and followed from a distance, for fear that this Yaowa would notice me, so I walked for a while, jumped up and rushed forward for a while, and it didn't take long for me to see the group of people in front of me enter this school house one after another. And the Yaowa in the back, when she got to the outside of the courtyard wall, was like a sudden person, lying on the ground, letting out a beast-like roar from her mouth, and then jumped over the courtyard wall and crossed in.

As soon as I saw that this Yaowa still had such a hand, I quickly floated in. When they came in, they were gone, and I don't know where they had gone, so I guess they got into some schoolhouse.

But I stood and listened for a long time, but I didn't hear any movement, and even after that Yaowa came in, he actually ran straight to the bell that was hanging, and when he saw the huge iron bell, he stood down and tilted his head to look at it.

I saw that this bell is nothing special, just an ordinary bell that can ring. I couldn't find where those people had run after jumping in, so I jumped to the top of the two-story building, thinking that I could stand on it and see where these people were, but I didn't expect that as soon as I jumped up, I noticed something strange.

This building is very long and very high, although it has two floors, but I don't know why, it was built much higher than the current four-story building. When I stood on the roof of the building, I thought it was very flat, but there were a lot of bricks on it, and those bricks were standing there vertically, and there was one every other time, and I don't know why they were standing like this.

I crouched down and wanted to pick up a piece and look at it. Unexpectedly, these bricks are not bricks, they are clearly stones about the same size as bricks. The stones were carved with some large and small characters, and these small stones did not simply stand on the roof of this building, but seemed to be inserted into the roof of this building, because I tried with great strength to pull out one and hold it in my hand, but the stones did not move at all.

From east to west, I looked at these stones, and there were actually hundreds, all of them were engraved with words, and some of them were painted with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing. And I also saw that there were several slightly larger ones, and there was a word on them that I could recognize, which was a very good-looking Shou character, but this word was written in a traditional way.

I've seen a lot of coffins, and I'm all too familiar with the word. However, I never thought that these stones could be associated with the dead. Although the word shou is nothing, it is not often used in the countryside.

So I thought about these stones, whether they were condensed small stone tablets. But who would expose his stele to this high roof?