There are no deserted temples, no villages.

Her carriage was alone in the misty graveyard.

There are dozens of corpses in a rough count, and the figures are longingly surrounding the side of the carriage, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and the corpses are empty outside, but you can vaguely see small dirt bags.

！！

It's a cemetery.

It's horrible!

Wan Yanjing shivered, her face was covered with a tea-soaked face towel, but there was still a rotten smell of shame between her breaths.

From the time she reached the roof of the carriage, there was a tooth-aching "click" among the corpses, and their stiff necks looked up at her little by little.

It's all dummies, it's all dummies, it's all dummies.

After saying this to himself three times, Wan Yanjing squatted down and poked the nearest corpse with a knife very bravely.

There was a dull sound when the knife collided with the corpse.

The corpse was hard, and Wan Yanjing's knife poked on it as if it were poking on a stone wrapped in hard cowhide.

The wooden token around her neck was still shining, even a little hot, burning the delicate skin around her neck.

Needless to say, Wan Yanjing also knew that it was probably the token that helped her resist some terrifying attack.

The death pressure of a few breaths ago still makes her lips tremble.

Unknown, non-physical terrorist attacks.

Wan Yanjing pulled the token out from under her collar and let it hang outside.

A small "Xiang" character exudes the light of gold and silver.

It's hot.

A small hole opened in the tail of the token, as if it had cracked due to an overload.

Wan Yanjing closed the skylight of the carriage, jumped up from the carriage with her legs, stepped on the heads of the corpses, and moved out of the corpses in a few steps.

By the time her feet landed on the wet dirt, she was still in a trance.

Master Yang had trained her to jump over piles, but she was born with a very poor sense of balance, and she would be dizzy after a long ride in the carriage and passenger boat, and this kind of virtual feeling that it was difficult to borrow strength in the air added countless fears.

It's a pity that it can't be recorded.

Wan Yanjing carried the knife and ran to the opposite place from the carriage corpses, with no direction, only the faint token light on his chest.

The further you go, the more dense the graves become.

The flickering light of the token will be weaker.

It seems to have gone in the wrong direction.

Wan Yan Jing turned around and went back again.

But the way back wasn't much better.

She kept going, and after a little sparse burial, it began to dense again.

Wanyan was out of breath and stopped.

There happened to be a fairly clean shallow stake on the ground, so she simply sat on it, took out the dry food from the baggage, and ate it carefully.

She felt like she had been walking for a long, long time, but it was still dark, as if she were in eternal night.

After eating the dry food, Wan Yanjing stood up and patted her buttocks, but saw that the place where she was sitting just now was a little strange.

She swept the soil off the stake, only to find that it was not a stake, but a stone.

A few handwritings jumped on it.

"Shilan's Jiulian ......"

Wan Yanjing muttered, because she thought of something and the voice was stuck in her throat.

She was sitting on a toppled stele to rest!

“……”

After running for a long time, she did not dare to approach the grave, for fear that a large one would jump out of it.

But I have inadvertently sat on the tombstones, and these graves seem to be nothing in comparison.

At least they've been quiet.

All over the wilderness, it is a grave.

A few have monuments, but more are just mounds of earth that are either high or low.

She found a fairly well-preserved tablet and squinted at the words on it by the faint light of the token.

The word is ancient, at least hundreds of years ago.

The strokes are so shallow that they are barely distinguishable.

"The Tomb of the Wenshilan Clan's Taichong ......"

After some distance, another monument with clear handwriting.

"Tomb of the Wenshilan Clan......"

Chinstone orchid.

Three-character surnames are rare on the mainland, and Wan Yanjing admits that she has read history books, but she has no impression of this clan.

But with such a rambling group of tombs, how do you think that Wen Shilan should not be a small clan with no name.

"Jingle bell...... Bell Bell"

With a burst of Miaoyuan bells, Wan Yanjing saw a little light in the gray and black mist.

The sound of the wheels of the car running over the grave came from far and near, making people's hairs stand on end.

It was the unknown thing that had passed by her carriage.

The fear in her heart told her that it was not a good thing, and she didn't want to die early and run away, but reason drove her to go over and take a look.

She's been here for so long, and the token's light is fading.

There is no doubt that when the light of the token is completely extinguished, it will be her time of death, and the final outcome will be buried in this Wenshilan cemetery.

The strange wheels of the car were her only clues.

Wan Yanjing clenched Sanjiu, and cautiously walked towards the place where the bell sound came from.

Soon, a huge team of dozens of figures came into view.

They were carrying something in a cluster, and their bodies were all light and fluttering, not like living people.

At intervals, a person held a red lantern aloft the light emitted by the red lantern.

The humanoid shadows are all dressed in white, surrounding the two heavy coffins in the middle, the coffins are wrapped in red and white cloth, and the sound of the car is coming from the coffin car.

Red and white, is it the legendary ghost marriage scene?

Wan Yanjing hid behind a broken monument and inquired over there, and waited until the funeral procession was farther away, then she got up and kept a short distance.

After a long time, she followed the funeral procession out of the cemetery, and a large group of brightly lit buildings appeared in front of her.

As the name suggests, the outer courtyard is surrounded by high walls.

High walls can avoid a lot of prying eyes, play a protective role, and are also a deterrent representing status.

But the coffin procession walked into the complex, which was the opposite.

Its outer walls are low, only half a man tall, but the buildings inside are very tall.

The red, red, white and white lanterns stand out in the gray and black mist, showing excitement and gorgeousness.

But in reality there was silence, only the sound of the coffin.

Wan Yanjing watched from behind a dirt slope, watching the funeral procession sway through the unguarded small door and enter the complex.

The sound of the car wheeling was gone.

Wan Yan moved her sore wrist slowly, and beat the drum in her heart.

She felt like a living soul who had accidentally strayed into the ghost capital, and she was the only one in the world, pitiful.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

If it weren't for the slightly undulating goose on her chest, which moved from time to time, she would have felt like she would have been driven crazy.

After thinking about it, she pulled the goose out of the placket.

The goose opened two cute mung bean eyes, and rubbed her chin against her palm.

The little goose has always been very well-behaved, not moving or barking, but after thinking about it for a while, Yan Jing took out a thin rope from his pocket and tied it to its tender beak.

Not screaming now doesn't mean she won't scream later, it's better for her to strike first.

Putting the goose back into the placket of his coat, Wan Yanjing's eyes returned to the complex.

(End of chapter)