"It's time to go back and have a look..."

Su Yang sat in the carriage at the gate of the courtyard, slightly distracted, and after a while, he raised his long whip and drove the carriage away.

Horse-drawn carriages were running down the streets, many of them moving away from the black streets, and eventually out of Shanhai City.

After leaving the city, Su Yang did not take the main road, but unconsciously turned into a country road, and finally stopped in front of an abandoned village.

This village must have not been inhabited for a long time, and it was dusty everywhere.

Even the roof tiles are covered with cobwebs.

At the entrance of the village, there are two old trees erected on the left and right.

The tree is thick and requires five people to hug it.

There is a stone pier under the tree.

It seems to be due to the long sitting period, and the round surface of the stone pier is unusually smooth.

But it is also covered with a layer of dust.

Su Yang stood at the entrance of the village, did not enter the village, but looked at the scene in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, I seem to have returned to the past, but I am just a child, and my biggest dream every day is to one day become the first of my peers to climb to the top of the tree.

The village chief's grandfather was sitting on the stone pier under the tree, holding a cigarette pouch in his mouth, and looking at himself with a smile.

If memory serves...

I was able to climb to the top of the tree soon, right?

But at the end of the day...

There is no chance.

Su Yang's expression was still flat, but there were wisps of sadness on his body.

"You said you would take me to the city as long as I could climb to the top of the tree."

"If we had gone into the city, maybe you wouldn't have died."

Su Yang whispered, and finally withdrew his gaze from the stone pier.

The vicissitudes of life, things are not people.

The stone pier is still there, but the people are not human.

"Let me see, what surprises you have prepared for me in this Su Village."

Su Yang walked into the village step by step.

Over time, the buildings on both sides have become much more decaying, and many of the stone walls made of mud have collapsed.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but desolation.

Or rather...

It's missing a little popularity.

But Su Yang still walked slowly, looking at the sides from time to time, the rooms one by one, as if he was missing something.

The original blood stains on the ground have also disappeared under the rain for many years.

Unconsciously, Su Yang came to the center of the entire village.

There's a clearing here.

On weekdays, it is used to play for the children, the village chief has a meeting, and the women are prepared for the square dance.

But now here, there are tombstones.

"He's not dead, and I don't really want to come back."

"It's a shame."

"But I know that he may be throwing a smoke bomb, but I can't help but take a look."

Su Yang looked at these tombstones and explained softly.

The tombstones are all wooden, and they have also been weathered a lot.

But back then, he was a child less than ten years old, carried corpses here, dug pits one after another, and buried them.

For this work alone, Su Yang has been busy for nearly a week or so.

Even the corpses that were buried at the end were already a little stinky.

But for a child, it is not easy to do this.

Even the strings of immature words on the tombstone were carved by Su Yang little by little.

If I remember correctly, the wooden plaque was stained with his own blood.

It's just that with the passage of time, it was washed away by the rain.

said that he didn't want to come back, but at this moment, Su Yang was more like he was forcibly justifying, standing motionless in front of this 'cemetery'.

Starry sky over the moon.

"I'll bring him here."

"It's hanging on this tree."

Su Yang whispered softly, turned around, and looked at an old tree behind him.

There is also a rope hanging from the tree.

This is what he left behind when he left.

One day, he will hang that man's body on it.

The wind blows, the sun blows...

Looking at the tombs, even if it is death, you must sink forever and repent.

Su Yang finally left.

Continue to the deeper part of the village.

Even though it was already dark, under the light of the moon, Su Yang could still see the situation in the village clearly.

"You left me..."

"What exactly?"

"Or rather, you don't even have a perfunctory mood."

Su Yang whispered softly, but soon, his footsteps stopped, frowning slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Village Square..."

"There was once a clay altar..."

"But I haven't seen it just now."

"He moved?"

"Or someone else?"

Su Yang turned around and returned to the 'cemetery' again, looking at a corner.

In those days, there used to be an "altar" made of clay.

He once asked the village chief curiously, who is enshrined in this clay altar?

The village chief smiled and said that he was an immortal.

But the age is so old that even the village chief doesn't remember the name of this immortal.

I only know that this clay altar has always been here, and it has not been moved.

But now...

The mud jar is gone.

"Immortals..."

"If the mud altar is your target, you can take it away as early as after the village was slaughtered."

"Why did it take so long to collect it?"

Su Yang frowned deeply, and kept walking around the village.

After a long time...

It wasn't until he reached the deepest part of the village that Su Yang stopped.

A clay altar, quietly placed in the corner.

It was covered with dust, weeds.

"Here..."

"Did you take the initiative to 'go' out, or did you come back and change positions."

"Is this what you left me in Su Village?"

Su Yang looked at the mud altar and whispered softly.

The mud altar looks unremarkable, but a house is made out of mud, and a hole is cut out of the house, and a little man sits in the hole.

The villain wore a yellow cloak, but it had become tattered.

"It looked pretty ordinary..."

"You specifically changed the location of this thing, do you want to tell me, this thing, isn't it simple?"

As he spoke, Su Yang slowly raised his right hand.

Wisps of fairy power filled the air, eventually forming an exaggerated hammer.

And Su Yang held the handle of the hammer with both hands, rounded it, and smashed it at the mud altar.

There was a muffled noise in the quiet village.

Su Yang took a step back.

The hammer in his hand slowly dissipated.

But the mud altar did not move at all, and even cracks did not appear.

"Interesting..."

Su Yang not only did not get annoyed, but a smile appeared on his face, rubbed his hands excitedly, and then piled up all the weeds around him and lit a fire.

Fires erupted.

The mud altar was completely engulfed in flames.

Black smoke billed up.

Su Yang looked at it calmly by the light of the fire.

Half an hour passed.

The fire gradually went out.

The pungent smell of burning weeds floated in the air.

The clay altar was blackened on the outside, but it was still intact.

Even as Su Yang's hand gently stroked the surface, the layer of pitch-black residue was swept away.