If these stones are stone tablets, then where are their graves? Is this house their grave? But how many years have passed, why can these things still appear so conspicuously on the roof of this building?

I couldn't read, but because of one word, I felt that something was not quite right here, and as I followed the stones, one by one, I noticed that the courtyard below was suddenly very silent.

Hurriedly looked down, only to see that the group of people just now, all dressed in white, with white strips of cloth on their heads, knelt in the courtyard upright. That's a lot of white flowers, and I don't know what these people do, why they kneel here with their heads down. Are they here to pay tribute, and if so, to whom is he going to pay tribute?

This is a campus, and there is no cemetery here, so why do you want to come here to pay homage? It was then that I suddenly realized that these stones were really stone tablets. Because, when I looked down through this tall schoolhouse, I was surprised to find that the underground where this schoolhouse is located is really an old grave, although those graves have been bulldozed, but those graves are well existed, and some of those coffins have been damaged, and some are better preserved.

I took a look, and there are probably hundreds or thousands of graves down there on this campus. I don't know if anyone has seen anything bizarre with so many graves buried here.

But I stood on the top of a high building, surrounded by a dense small stone monument, and on the ground was a white flower memorial servicer, and I didn't know whether to leave or stay for a while. If I leave and these people find out, something will happen.

I was thinking about it when I heard a huge bell coming from the front. The bell was very loud, and it seemed to have a little bit of the sound of the Buddha's chime, and the sound of dangdang was like a dense impact, which shook those who were kneeling on the ground at once.

I see, this is the madman, Yaowa is ringing the big iron bell hanging on the tree. I don't know what this big iron bell has to do with these kneeling people, or what it has to do with the stone monument on the top of the building, but as soon as I heard it, I saw that the people on the ground jumped up one after another, and disappeared in a flash.

No matter how good my eyesight was, I couldn't see where they were going. After a while, the bell stopped, and Nayaowa jumped out of the courtyard wall and walked north along the road.

And I was standing in the middle of these little stone monuments, the night breeze blowing in my arms...... I stood on the roof for a long time, until the night wind had stopped, and then I jumped down the stairs and walked onto the main road to the west.

At this time, Yaowa had disappeared on the road, and I frequently turned back to look at this ancient school building, in this muddy world, this building and the towering poplar trees inside, looking from afar, it became darker and darker.

What age is that grave pit underground, why are so many buried here, and didn't the school be dug up when the school was built here? And what is the purpose of planting so many stone tombstones on the roof of this building?

I suddenly remembered that there was an old man who was nursing the school in this school, who seemed to be surnamed Pan, and the house he lived in was outside the campus, and the door was facing west. Luckily, I hadn't gone back yet, so I turned around and asked him what was going on down there.

I was overjoyed and quickly turned around and ran towards the house. Two blue brick houses, the doors are also made of thick wood, and the noses of the two large doors on the top are stunned. I was about to stick out and hit the door, but there was a big old lock in front of my eyes.

This man is not here, and the door is locked. Wouldn't it, such a coincidence? I hurriedly looked into his room, the middle room, no, the bed in the middle, the quilt was there, but there was no one. Is this man out?

I stood in the doorway and thought, where can he go? It's the middle of the night, and he doesn't need to open the school gate or ring the morning bell, so he shouldn't be out of the house at this time.

I didn't feel at ease, so I retreated to the road, jumped up, stood at the height of the roof, and looked into the school. From front to back, I have seen all three rows of school houses, and there is no trace of him on the campus.

Is it that he left his relatives and did not come back at night. It's possible, and there's no one else right now, so I can't ask. Forget it, I'll come back when it's dawn.

I explained to myself, and when I got down, I followed the road and headed north. While walking, I looked left and right, and the crops on both sides were actually nothing to look at, they were all ordinary cotton fields, grain fields, and sweet potato fields.

And on the floodplain at the bend of the stone river to the west of the school, I saw a black wood, the forest was very high and dense, and there seemed to be a large cemetery below, and the graves were not very clear, but I could see the high jade and white stone tablets clearly.

This cemetery is well located, the river of the stone rolls in from the north, and when it comes to this place, after a slight pause, it turns and flows down the southeast, and it is in this bend that so many grave lumps are buried.

And this place is obviously higher than the surrounding area, not only because there are a lot of thick and large trees planted here, but also because the terrain here seems to be a little higher. I stood on the West Road and looked to the west, and it was obvious that I could not see the tops of the trees in the villages on the other side of the river.

Normally, there are some graves by the river and the roadside, which is not uncommon for us. But when I looked at the mound under the tall tree, I saw that there seemed to be some light flashing on a large stone tablet over there.

I thought it was a grave where a descendant was worshipping with a flashlight, but when I thought about it, it was the middle of the night, how could someone come over to worship the ancestors. It's impossible, even if you want to worship, it should be daylight, burning paper and whipping, these should be indispensable, but how can there be light on this grave now?

It's not normal, I'll have to go see it. So, this curiosity is not a good thing after all. As soon as I thought of this, I saw that the bright light, which suddenly shone towards me, and for a moment, I seemed to see something flash before this bright light.

I was already staring at it, but I was more convinced that there was something going on there, so I hurried ahead, found a path to the west, and ran over the cotton ridge.

Unexpectedly, these cotton should have been planted early, and now there are a lot of cotton peaches, and after I ran over, those cotton peaches knocked on my spine one by one from the cotton tree like a small drumstick, although it didn't hurt much, but it made my back spine thump.

I ran all the way, all the way to the west of this cotton field, and turned a little south less than ten paces, that is, a somewhat wide dirt road, also to the west, I quickly ran over, and without saying a word, I ran up the river ridge to the west.